Last weekend I took a ride to the coast and hung out on the beach for two days. Rumor has it that it used to be a big pirate island and there is still some buried booty located somewhere on it. I had other priorities: taking in some lovely equatorial sunshine.
In an ongoing battle to come out as the tough guy, my students are most certainly undermining me by taking advantage of the fact I can’t understand what the hell they are saying to each other. What did I ever get myself into.
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