Swedish Women (pt. 2)

When I told the Swedish-women-annecdote to A.W. he could only nod. Having lived in Finland he encountered the same thing, but added something an Italian man probably doesn't want to admit: "It isn't you that talks a woman in your bed. It's the woman that talks you into her bed. Scandinavic women go out with the purpose of picking up men. They hunt, they decide and they pull the strings." Scandinavic women truly are the most emancipated of the world.

(And that's what teachers talk about when they say they're grading exams, but actually they're simply enjoying sitting in the sun and talking nonsense...)

Food for the mind

I'm planning on having all my grading done this weekend, which means not much work for the rest of the schoolyear. So I need input, preferably in the form of books. I'm going to the library tomorrow afternoon. What should I take home? There's 21 people on my friends list and a couple of anonymous readers follow my LJ frequently. With all that combined knowledge and wisdom I'll probably end up with a reading list that'll last me all through the summer. Go ahead and comment. You know you want to. ;-)

The size of melons.

I'm convinced one of my students has inflatable boobs. Really, yesterday I noticed her breasts aren't just big, they're huge. Maybe she had a growth spurt in that area overnight, because I hadn't seen it before. With her tight sweater she looked like one of those girls the male half of the teenage population lust after. 16 years old and breasts the size of small melons: I never would have wanted to switch, but I'll admit I did envy the attention they got.