Cimorene

HAHAHHA.

You've just reminded me of this epic confrontation I had in 9th grade Spanish! Every week we would spend an entire week on a "chapter" of the book that consisted of two facing pages. The first page would have a list of like 20 vocabulary words, and most of them would be cognates of course, and then the facing page would be a short few practice exercises, and there would be a little passage to read; and we'd be assigned to read the chapter for homework before we went over it in class, but she'd nonetheless spend basically the whole day on the picture/passage, and not even move on to the last of the exercises (which took me 20 minutes, tops, all put together) until the second day - and this with 98-minute classes! So one day I was engrossed in reading, and it was our second day with the chapter, and she was just talking for a long time, so I didn't even get my folder or textbook out of my backpack, just sat down and became engrossed in my novel. I read happily through most of the period, and then my teacher called on me out of the blue - with a distinctly pissed-off air - abruptly, thinking that because I was reading I'd have no idea what was going on. I absolutely heard and understood her question, but I straight-facedly and calmly asked what page we were on, and she waited with the whole class in utter silence while I got my book out, opened it, glanced at the problem and immediately answered. Then she asked me a follow-up question and I completely knew it, of course, so she asked about the exercises and I said I had already finished them... at which point she immediately (apparently) got over being pissed and told me I could read. o_O