Oh my god, oh my sweet fucking god.
There's this Vietnamese professor who's been sitting in on my Environmental Processes class, on exchange to learn new teaching methods and mindmeld with the European scientists. Since his English isn't really up to par for the course - or any, really - some of the students, myself included, have been helping him out a bit. We've emailed a few times, him asking for help or advice and such. We call him Mister *** (which is actually his first name 'cause Vietnam writes names like China and Japan).
Lately, they've been getting weird. Like, "do not go there" weird. At first I thought, well, his English isn't so hot, and different culture and all, maybe he doesn't realize how off these things sound.
But his last email literally made me facepalm, squirm, and moan "Oh my god, no, no no!" in a vastly horrified voice.
( The evolution of the emails )Why is there no "horrified" mood?
ETA: Have I mentioned he's
married? With a
child? Pictures of whom he showed in class? "Distance we cannot pass" indeed! That's the fucking Wall of China I'm hiding behind. *hides in terror*
ETA2: Sorry for spamming you, flist. (Though, if any of you were online, this wouldn't happen.) Please be reading the
Matt/Teaching Twig, yes?
ETA3: Only The Mighty Boosh can truly
convey how creaped out I am by this.
* Bernard Kerik