Language school Dun Laoghaire

Me no speak Englese

I heard the yapping from half a mile away. A group of exchange students walking down George’s street, deep in animated conversation.
Their Catalan seems to be coming along rather nicely I thought.
The parents will be thrilled. Money well spent, these intensive linguistic courses.

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Aural stimulation

Microsoft excel for morons

Bemused would be putting it mildly…

Mrs Raheny with her default expression for the last four days.
Trying to decide whether the book is wrong, or the laptop is wrong, or the teacher didn’t cover that particular point.

She is pretty adamant that there is no Sort Ascending or Sort Descending options in Excel.

She excels at faulting the fucking laptop. Or the shagging book. Or that teacher bollix, the one who snorts really loudly and doesn’t give a crap.

There’s been quite a bit of swearing in the house lately.

My years of teaching and my legendary patience are put to the test. “And what the f*&**” do you call that?! Isn’t it f**** obvious?! A button with a shaggin funnel and an A and a Z! That’s for sorting and filtering, obvious-fucken-ly. What else would you use a funnel for?! To bottle A and Z letters?!”

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xls wtf?!


Pimp my tarmacadam

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A touch of class


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