Boys and gadgets. It seems to be a perfect match. Yesterday, during my french exam, that theory got affirmed.
The exam started at 6 PM. I was there in time, along with the rest of my fellow classmates.
My french teacher was accompagnied by three assistents. From what I've learned over the past two years, I know that assistents are supposed to be resistively ugly, with only very few exceptions to the rule. They're supposed to have crooked teeth, a bad taste of fashion, all combined into a never-appealing physique. They're perfect to be watching over you when you're filling out your exam, as they provide no more distraction than the clouds smoothly sliding up high in the sky through the window.
Yet, yesterday's assistents defied the aspects of being an assistent. There were three of them.
The first one was ugly. Nothing noteworthy here. He acted slightly gay, but because he was already over 40 years old, it could be very possible that he felt he could act a bit more feminine, just because he had already proven himself straight in the past. All in all, I didn't pay much attention to him.
The second guy was the most attractive one for me. This twenty-something guy wore a vest with a green T-shirt underneath. He was tall, lean, had shaggy hair and sideburns. To top it all of, he had this boyish grin on his face. All the time. He distracted me every time I looked up while thinking.
The third one, on the other hand, was rather cute. Dressed in a navy blue sweater with white horizontal stripes, this guy was a bit beefier than number two, but in a good way.
At a random moment during the exam, the third assistant pulled an Apple iPod (or iPhone, I'm not sure) out of his pants.
Almost instantaneously, the other two assistants flocked together to look over the shoulder of Mr. Apple. I'm not sure what exactly he was showing them, but let's just assume it was something cool, something the other two hadn't seen before, and the owner was very proud of showing. The boyish grin that the most attractive assistant had on his face all the time, now had appeared on all of the faces. They were giggling. Like a bunch of fourteen year-olds.
My french teacher, a women, was sitting a few meters away in a chair. She was holding a red pen, correcting tests from a pile she brought. While she was doing something 'useful', Mr. Apple was still showing off his gadget, making the other two laugh. Then my teacher looked up, and looked at them. Her face was priceless. I could literally see her thinking: "Tsk, just look at them. Boys will be boys". And she continued her work.
The exam started at 6 PM. I was there in time, along with the rest of my fellow classmates.
My french teacher was accompagnied by three assistents. From what I've learned over the past two years, I know that assistents are supposed to be resistively ugly, with only very few exceptions to the rule. They're supposed to have crooked teeth, a bad taste of fashion, all combined into a never-appealing physique. They're perfect to be watching over you when you're filling out your exam, as they provide no more distraction than the clouds smoothly sliding up high in the sky through the window.
Yet, yesterday's assistents defied the aspects of being an assistent. There were three of them.
The first one was ugly. Nothing noteworthy here. He acted slightly gay, but because he was already over 40 years old, it could be very possible that he felt he could act a bit more feminine, just because he had already proven himself straight in the past. All in all, I didn't pay much attention to him.
The second guy was the most attractive one for me. This twenty-something guy wore a vest with a green T-shirt underneath. He was tall, lean, had shaggy hair and sideburns. To top it all of, he had this boyish grin on his face. All the time. He distracted me every time I looked up while thinking.
The third one, on the other hand, was rather cute. Dressed in a navy blue sweater with white horizontal stripes, this guy was a bit beefier than number two, but in a good way.
At a random moment during the exam, the third assistant pulled an Apple iPod (or iPhone, I'm not sure) out of his pants.
Almost instantaneously, the other two assistants flocked together to look over the shoulder of Mr. Apple. I'm not sure what exactly he was showing them, but let's just assume it was something cool, something the other two hadn't seen before, and the owner was very proud of showing. The boyish grin that the most attractive assistant had on his face all the time, now had appeared on all of the faces. They were giggling. Like a bunch of fourteen year-olds.
My french teacher, a women, was sitting a few meters away in a chair. She was holding a red pen, correcting tests from a pile she brought. While she was doing something 'useful', Mr. Apple was still showing off his gadget, making the other two laugh. Then my teacher looked up, and looked at them. Her face was priceless. I could literally see her thinking: "Tsk, just look at them. Boys will be boys". And she continued her work.
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