Naughty Pupils

There are times when I think something is seriously wrong with me. Like the other day when I woke up at 4 a.m. humming the Speedy Gonzalez theme (*bidibi-bidibo-die schnellste Maus von Mexiko*). Then there are times when I think something is seriously wrong with others. I asked a few of my pupils what their parents do for a living and, of course, some of them are working at GCHQ, which is one of the biggest employers in the area (Government Communications Headquarters or 'doughnut' as the locals call it. Guess why:

So, two of the pupils told me their fathers worked there, but neither of them could tell me what exactly they do, because they are not allowed to know. Top secret, you understand. That's brilliant, I'm probably teaching James Bond's children.
School wasn't exactly a pleasure on Wednesday and Thursday, because two pupils didn't think it necessary to show up for their German oral which left me waiting for 3 hours respectively until my next lesson started. In any German school I know, the pupils would be told off (which they will be) and the missed lesson would just be their bad luck and a missed opportunity. Pate's, however, wants the pupils to do well. The consequence for me is that I have to meet the culprits next week and therefore work more than I normally would have. Thanks for wasting my time!