Of shirt and dream car
I went back to school yesterday to get and check the final exam papers. It's a good thing that the exam is mostly multiple choice so checking was no problem at all. Though, the last part was an essay type, it's always easy to mark if you know your students very well. The bright ones get higher points than the dopeys. It's always the case.
While submerging myself to the test papers, young sweethearts came knocking on the door and proudly announced they have some surprise for me. In China, this is another name for guessing game. So, I gave them my three guesses and none were right. Loser.
The girl took out something from her bag and viola---
Isn't sweet? Since I started calling the young guy Sexy, everyone in school started calling him with such name. I suspect, that the girl is in love of his sexiness rather than the bearable lightness of his being. :))
I went back to checking the test papers when they left. I found this essay:
It's touching not because she's include me but because this girl never gave up. I remember that on the first day of the class, she didn't even know how to say, "What's your name." All she knew was: "Hello-How-are-you-I'm-fine-thank-you-How-about-you?" She could not even spell her own English name and look at her now.
I know it's painful to read her essay with all the errors, but, what the heck, she's determined to go to London and study her MBA. Asked if that's what she wants, she coyly answered me, "No. It's my parents dream. They said they'll buy me my own dream car if I can finish my MBA."
Dude, she'll get her car.
While submerging myself to the test papers, young sweethearts came knocking on the door and proudly announced they have some surprise for me. In China, this is another name for guessing game. So, I gave them my three guesses and none were right. Loser.
The girl took out something from her bag and viola---
Isn't sweet? Since I started calling the young guy Sexy, everyone in school started calling him with such name. I suspect, that the girl is in love of his sexiness rather than the bearable lightness of his being. :))
I went back to checking the test papers when they left. I found this essay:
It's touching not because she's include me but because this girl never gave up. I remember that on the first day of the class, she didn't even know how to say, "What's your name." All she knew was: "Hello-How-are-you-I'm-fine-thank-you-How-about-you?" She could not even spell her own English name and look at her now.
I know it's painful to read her essay with all the errors, but, what the heck, she's determined to go to London and study her MBA. Asked if that's what she wants, she coyly answered me, "No. It's my parents dream. They said they'll buy me my own dream car if I can finish my MBA."
Dude, she'll get her car.