yesterday, i had this encounter (wrote it down because it was so..miserable) in the corridor, on my way to staffroom. i still have no idea about the name of the student, thus dramatis personae are these: teacher – yours truly; student: that anonymous ungrammatical life-form.
Student (with heavy russian accent): i want pass exam with you.Teacher: excuse me, what – or who – are you?Student: i want pass exam history of english. i was took it two time, and i did not took it.Teacher: maybe you should repeat a course in grammar first… which year are you?Student: Vot?Teacher: which year are you?Student: four, night department.Teacher: ok, are you registered for the exam? i mean, have you signed up on the moodle?Student: yes, i have took it, but i fail.Teacher: mmm.. talk to your department secretary or something, you know who, about the order, and then write to me, drop me an email, when you’re ready. i will open the exam, and you can try to take it again, which i doubt.Student: when can i pass exam?the curtain of mercy falls upon the scene of misery.