Article for 2012 Sep 14
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2012
2012 Sep
Sep 14 Fri
Yes, my school is a good school, miles away from the geographically nearest other school. I only realised this recently, but this other school, the one miles away from mine, hires its teachers based on the puns that their surnames yield. The Geography teacher is a Miss T. Merriweather.
Yes, there’s only one Geography teacher, and yes, she co-runs the meteorology club, and no, the other teacher involved with that club is not called Dr Izzly. I haven’t the foggiest (sorry) what the actual co-manager’s called; it’s probably something ridiculous, like Summer Winter.
Having said all that, you may be surprised to learn the name of the French teacher: Mr Parry. I reckon he only got the job because he had a throat infection at the interview, so pronounced his surname “pah-RRHEE”, so the interviewer was impressed by his authentic (?) French pronunciation of the capital city. Because, if he has a frog in his throat he must have the throat of a fr... Frenchman. Despite his auspicious-sounding surname, he leaves his students feeling (so the students say) bored-o. Not Nice.
But there’s something even worse about that school. Something shocking, shameful, scandalous. At that school, they don’t teach Latin. Pro deos meos!
(Of course, I hardly need to translate that, as you, dear reader, are probably aware of its meaning of “Oh my multiple gods!”. And I really don’t need to say that “Oh my singular god!” translates as “deum meum!”, using the accusative case for exclamations, as is decorum.)
For 2012 Sep 22’s article, see the appendix later in the blog.