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... IT IS NOW!

Today is my last day at the school.

It'll be a relief, not least because I've been combining it with ploughing my way through a variety of enormous translations, like a 16th-century Bandeirante hacking his way throught the Mata Atlântica, and various tribes of breakfasting indigenous peoples, with a razor sharp facão.

Thanks to all who have sent their missives of advice, best wishes, and ego-eroding insults, the latter of which, the sages tell us, are the work of our greatest friends.

I recently received an entertaining drive-by insult, which is the very stuff that makes the Internet such a bubbling cauldron of free speech. For those that missed it, here it is reproduced verbatim for posterity:


Anonymous said...
I am watching you AND your irksome architraves. Behind my veil I am LUGHING HA HA HA at your woebegone non-spark FAILURE OF EFFULGENCE.
I am THE breakfast man.


The spelling, the syntax, the inventive use of a moulded or ornamental band framing a rectangular opening - it all points to it being a current or ex-student of mine.

Another good reason to pack up my troubles in my old kit bag and smile, smile, smile.
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Gadjo Dilo said…
This is a momentous day: I do hope that you'll bring a Kalashnikov into skool or perhaps leave an enormous, steaming jobby on the classroom carpet.

(But if I was you I wouldn't emphasise the fact that this orthographically challenged leftover from the breakfasting indigenous peoples is a current or ex-student of yours).
1 May 2009 at 03:09
The TEFL Tradesman said…
No, that's definitely the talented ALbanian bloke I trained for an interview with RADA. I think he flunked the interrogation, and is now teaching EFL himself...
1 May 2009 at 14:17
No Good Boyo said…
Edward Lear's living was not in vain.
6 May 2009 at 06:47
Bert said…
good luck MC, you know I wish you the best! promise to avoid brahma on the 23rd!

ta ta
13 May 2009 at 08:27
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