Wow.
It's the first time I read the questions for my Latin exam. I wanted to do it in the morning, but I was busy with one of my pupils. Then I was desperately inventing various reasons for doing something else. I slept. I ate. And here we go! At 8 p.m. I finally got down to work. Victory was near, but I was seized by an impulse to watch some Charlie McDonnell's videos.
1 a.m. And here I am at last.
These questions aren't very nice. And, of course, I should also prepare texts and vocabulary.
Are they kidding?! I can hardly imagine how one Roman can meet another and say that.
In fact, I was supposed to study Latin properly during the whole year. Well, I tried to manage with it in the first semester. I think I didn't really succeed, cause I felt too frightened of our teacher. This old lady with a haircut á la Jeanne d'Arc writes satiric poems (the government, the university and all the bachelors in the world are her favourite topics), tells her students Persian jokes and reacts to usual expression on your face in an extremely strange way.
In this semester we have another teacher, who is too kind and too indifferent to us. Such a lovely woman.
How on Earth people enjoy learning this language? I want another cup of tea, I can't stand it.
It's the first time I read the questions for my Latin exam. I wanted to do it in the morning, but I was busy with one of my pupils. Then I was desperately inventing various reasons for doing something else. I slept. I ate. And here we go! At 8 p.m. I finally got down to work. Victory was near, but I was seized by an impulse to watch some Charlie McDonnell's videos.
1 a.m. And here I am at last.
These questions aren't very nice. And, of course, I should also prepare texts and vocabulary.
Are they kidding?! I can hardly imagine how one Roman can meet another and say that.
In fact, I was supposed to study Latin properly during the whole year. Well, I tried to manage with it in the first semester. I think I didn't really succeed, cause I felt too frightened of our teacher. This old lady with a haircut á la Jeanne d'Arc writes satiric poems (the government, the university and all the bachelors in the world are her favourite topics), tells her students Persian jokes and reacts to usual expression on your face in an extremely strange way.
In this semester we have another teacher, who is too kind and too indifferent to us. Such a lovely woman.
How on Earth people enjoy learning this language? I want another cup of tea, I can't stand it.
