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kaydeefalls
I would much rather be, say, playing computer games, or reading fics. Instead, I'm grading my twelve-year-olds' papers. Bah phooey.
Heh. This one kid never ceases to amuse me. The assignment was to describe this picture of a house, and pretend they want to buy it. Or something to that effect. All in French, bien sûr. So, Ping's paragraph (translated back into English): "My new house is big and old. It is made out of straw and wood. My garage is very ugly and small. My car is a Mercedes. My garden is very large, but it is ugly. My plants are dead. My trees are dead as well. I love my new house!"
...Okay, when you've been reading through twenty-three house-related paragraphs in mangled French, this one looks amusing as hell.
Shaddup.
Heh. This one kid never ceases to amuse me. The assignment was to describe this picture of a house, and pretend they want to buy it. Or something to that effect. All in French, bien sûr. So, Ping's paragraph (translated back into English): "My new house is big and old. It is made out of straw and wood. My garage is very ugly and small. My car is a Mercedes. My garden is very large, but it is ugly. My plants are dead. My trees are dead as well. I love my new house!"
...Okay, when you've been reading through twenty-three house-related paragraphs in mangled French, this one looks amusing as hell.
Shaddup.
