classrant

How long has it been? Thirty minutes? Forty? I'm scared to look at the time. What? It has only been twenty minutes? A nap sounds good. Actually, a movie in bed. With some popcorn. We're talking about la langue. Le Serment de Strasbourg. When would be a good time for this class? Yes! An anecdote. Wait, someone (the same girl!) is interrupting him. Typical enthu cutlet (my favorite phrase right now, by the way). What happened to the anecdote? All these Charles' are hard to keep up with. Another interruption. Okay, at least she knows her facts. She seems the type to write down each and everything the professor says. My professor should read stories to little kids. He'd be brilliant at that. Anecdote time. He's referring to himself in the third person. I like how he laughs at his own jokes. What confidence. "Je l'ai lu, mais en extraits." Okay, funny story. Le Serment de Strasbourg is three lines long? Enthu Cutlet asks another question. Woah! Someone else has a question. We're halfway done with class! Better than I expected. Okay, now I must take real notes. Goodbye... This is too good to stop. I guess she makes up for the rest of us being so quiet. 1953. What an old book. Sainte Eulalie. Mini Latin lesson. Actually twenty minutes long. Now she wants to know what the book is called. I hope this doesn't continue for every class. Now she's answering another girl's question. Didn't he mention a break in between? I should be taking more notes. Did someone just fart? I'm terrible at controlling my laughter. Maybe it wasn't a fart. This girl 'knows' everything. Or she acts like it. Someone needs to film this class. Experimental type movie. Sidetracked on a grand scale. Nandu would enjoy live tweeting from this class. Thirty minutes more. He calls them "parentheses." With an accent grave on the first 'e.' I should be interested in all this history. I think it's time to go- people have started packing up.