I think half the college is back on military training in the morning - the past few days, I've been woken up at 6am by the sound of (what I presume to be) hundreds of marching, shouting students starting the days off with a casual bit of formation drills in the main square.
I thought I'd accommodate their fatigue by making this week a bit easier - just practising vocab mainly, keeping the need for creative, or indeed independent, thought to a minimum. Good call, it's possibly the only reason we survived Monday and Wednesday class, although there was a fun class where I asked Robert what Marx (how cool is that, I've got a Marx) wants to be when he gets older.
"A duck. He want to be duck."
I was apparently the only person to realise he hadn't conjugated the verb correctly, or that anything at all was amiss with Robert's response.
"He wants to be a duck." I said. Cue the late laughter.
Robert got flustered and confused, and we finished off the lesson with a five-minute discussion of whether Robert was a duck, if being a duck is well-paid, and why he wants to be a duck in the future. Oh, and Marx gave Robert a good thump, which everyone found hilarious, when he finally understood what had been said.
Yep, you're reading it correctly, it really does say 'duck'.
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