We were having our second class of Finance today, when our teacher started bombarding his financial vocabulary on his poor students. At first, we, the ultimate illiterates, tried to hear carefully and make sense out of what he was saying, but at one point, half of the class went asleep. Those sleepy students were frequently disturbed by our teacher's erratic intonation. And finally, we all woke up after some time and really really sat attentive and tried listening to him very carefully. He was trying his level best to teach us the types of Financial Markets, when I, utterly confused and ultra sleepy, looked weirdly at Ossy (sitting next to me) and made a twisted face.
Ossy:
*whispers* "What happened? Aren't you getting this thing?"
Me: *
confused* "It's like he's teaching us in french."
Ossy:
*smiles* "But you do know french, don't you?"
Me:
*slaps forehead quietly and wonders, "I should have said Hebrew instead of french"*Pray that I pass this course.
Cheerio folks =(
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