I must admit that students m'épatent often, especially since I still do (almost) party (the threshold question is: do I really (fully) part?).
Today, end of course. I broke camp quickly to my colleague and his group can move into the room (that's when you end up hanging around very long minutes in the corridor because the colleague's previous course takes time, so that it is itself very short level timing (yes, I know, rather than putting English words in italics, I'd better use French words), we understand the importance due to finish on time - here and when we were studying when we came across a teacher who went beyond more or less systematically than half an hour ), respond rapidly in the hallway to a question from a student and see, deep down, a girl I nonchalantly advancing to the first half. Arriving at my level, she greets me and asks me if I can give him complete the certificate of attendance for her purse, no problem: I pulled my pen.
"It's your buddy, who told you that I'm over here at this hour?
- No, no. It's just that I'm trying to find my teachers in the first half and there you see, I'm late, then, as I see you in the hallway, I want. "
I did not quite seen the relationship between being late and to enjoy the chopper for me in the hallway, but hat in his place, I would have been in throes of deadline (which, as far as I know, is already outdated for a long time), far from serene tranquility.
Finally, I should maybe calm me for the late my thesis, which, after all, has yet a little over a half of existence '...
(photo taken in Dallas, Reunion District, for jczart; source: Flickr)
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