Friday, June 21, 2013

My French From High School Is So Bad I Had to Get The Damn Google To Translate This Story Of a Caring French Mom Taking a Test for Her 19 Year Old Daughter!

Laetitia is 19. D. Caroline, his mother, in thirty-three more. Yesterday, the fifties was made in the examination room of a Parisian school for his daughter to replace English test tray. Converse sneakers foot, low cut jeans and look out for a very worked up, the mother was probably convinced that the age difference does not jump in the eyes of supervisors.

Guests to inflate the oral notes French teachers Quack distribution of subjects tray The attempt backfired and the wrong candidate has completed its test ... the police tenth district where she was taken in mid-afternoon. Two hours earlier, the mother had arrived without any problems until one of the rooms of the private school Bossuet-Notre-Dame, where his daughter (not educated in the school) passed the tray free candidate.

"We have candidates of all ages. Nobody is surprised that adult enters the school in the mid-teens. Checks of identity documents and notices will take place once the candidates took place in the exam room, "says a member of the school abused.

At 14 o'clock, Caroline D. is installed so naturally to an examination table, took out his pen and began the English test LV1, written composition provided on three hours. But a few minutes later, the supervisor who checked the identities of the candidates (who had controlled the daughter of the usurper in the test philosophy Monday morning) immediately discovered the deception.

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  1. Speaking of cheating, coming to a university near you?

    One of my exams in a class so large we couldn't do much about cheating almost came to this when I tried....

    1. Holy shit! That is wrong on so many levels. On the one hand, you've got students getting frisked with metal detectors. On the other hand, they're cheating like bastards. Then there's this little gem:

      "We want fairness. There is no fairness if you do not let us cheat."

      'Tis to weep.

    2. I once had a class in which anybody who didn't cheat would have stood out like a sore thumb. But, as it turned out, even they were suspect. Right after the final exam was finished and I was collecting the papers, one of them, who I thought was on the level all the way through, hinted to me that she cheated. Her justification was that if she hadn't, she might not have passed.

      She came from a certain social group where success was everything, so long as nobody asked questions about how that was achieved. I might have eventually forgiven her for her indiscretion but she didn't even apologize. It was as if she had the right or a duty to cheat.

  2. Guess who won't trust Google translation ever again?

    On the other hand, I will be inviting "Guests to inflate the oral notes French teachers Quack distribution of subjects tray" at my next party. Looks like the duck will be invited.

  3. I liked the fact that they allowed the mother to work on her essay for a full two hours before inviting her to go talk to the gendarmes.

    At the end they say the daughter could be barred from taking any "official examinations" for a full five years!

    She should come to the US, with her mother. Nobody will catch them.

  4. Thank you Google Translator! My job is not at peril (yet).