Charles, the English Teacher Ambassador of School Advisers is the master of small talk.He tries his tricks on students that come to see him for schedule adjustment after vacation.
He looks me in the eye but he seems disturbed by the object in my hands:
" What book is that?" he starts his "talk" show.
I show him the cover, he tries to read.
" Dostoievski!" he whispers in perfect astonishment."You read Dostoievski in English?!? he asks and his British poisoned voice raises in some sort of disapproval. " I didn't read Dostoievski, always planned to start of course but never got to it..."
"Ok, let me see what classes are available for you" he continues visibly disturbed by the defeat his troops suffered on my territory. "I was planning to put you in Creative Writing, but not this time. What about some Grammar classes?"he asks enjoying every little sound of the G word knowing that my troops got stuck with "If clauses" instead of answering "What If " essay questions.
"And I thought I was insecure"I couldn't help but whisper."About Grammar!"I added for damage control when he looked at me and I felt that worse than Grammar is only 18 weeks of Grammar, the triple lethal dose prescribed for hopeless cases that dare to read books advisers didn't get to.
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