Well, that was interesting. Today is the last day of classes before the holiday, and, if you recall your college days with any honesty at all, you know that means classes are half-empty for much of the week.
Some teachers cope by calling a holiday. My Russian teacher decided to give a lesson not in the curriculum, but worth coming to class for on a day when most people were cutting.
Kate was out of school and I only had the one class, so I took her along with me — what the heck, she’s a good kid and there’d be plenty of seats.
We arrive. We take our seats. And the teacher says, “You’ll probably not want to stay for this. We’re doing obscenities and vulgarities today. The very worst words.”
I left with the handout. He’s right. But I’m sorry I missed the class anyway.
Here’s my favorite: Na huya popu garmon? (P.S. That’s a terrible transliteration.) Translates to, “It’s irrelevant” or “Beside the point?” Literally: What the dick does the Pope need an accordion for?