A little tardy.
Jeez, my 2°ESO (~8th graders) are hardcore cheaters! Today was the first time I was in class when they were taking a test and boy were their eyes roaming. Carlos, this one kid that I enjoy talking to because he's funny, was sitting right in front of me, and he would look up at me, smile, point to a question and whisper, "Qué es esta?" Or, "Qué es fuel? Un combustible?" Then Alejandro--the smartest kid in class--would look over at me, smile, and ask me if his answers were correct. They did this continuously. Bitches were crazy, I tell you. And those were the good kids. The others would try to be so, so sneaky with their glances at their neighbors' papers, but damn, they were not sly at all. Fernando, another smart kid, even had the nerve to come up to the teacher and ask a fake question just so he could steal a glance at Alejandro's test. His was the best cheat--I'll give him that.
Things I've recently broken in Spain:
my Don Pedro glass that I won for Christmas '05
my green American corkscrew
a cooking pot
promises and hearts
Things I've recently broken in Spain:
posted by anonymous at 14:44
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How is an American corkscrew different from a Spanish one?
P.S. You broke my heart a long time ago, but I'm giving you the chance to make up for it. Promise me you will?
An American corkscrew recites the pledge of allegiance every day! The Spanish one just passes out during siesta time. Speaking of which, it'll be crazy to experience siesta when you're here. Heh, I guess I meant the corkscrew I brought from America JUST IN CASE Europe didn't get the memo about opening wine bottles. Damn, I overpacked.
You know how good I am at promises and mending hearts! I promise!!!
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