I still sometimes think about the guy in my lower secondary school English class in probably 2016 reading the infobox on the Wikipedia article for Tanzania, and saying out loud, “Official languages: none de jure??”, pronouncing it in a heavy singsongy Norwegian accent like “NOO-nuh duh YEW-ruh??”, apparently believing “None De Jure” to be the name of some sort of obscure African language rather than just meaning “no official language”
And then I remember that this was around the same time that the teacher asked what New York was named after, and I raised my hand and answered “the Dork of York”. And then my soul goes nichijou_pencil_stab.mp4 for a bit
This drives me nuts as both someone with a small bladder and as a teacher. I can’t fathom why anyone would ever be that cruel. I always tell my students not to even ask: just get up quietly and go. It’s less disruptive, and I don’t need to police bodily functions.
Yup. When I did substitute teaching I always told the kids that if anyone needs the bathroom mid class they can just go and come back as needed. Nobody “abused” this, funny how that works when you trust people.