Part of the disconnect between my students and me is that we are at least one generation apart and that's a good reason for me to retire and make room for a younger woman. I am clocking up an inventory of words that mean nothing to some of our students . . . because they didn't have the handicap of my very expensive education, a long long time ago.
- I've mentioned salient from the last time I taught at The Institute.
- Indelible [pen] foxed one of my students where permanent marker was fine.
- Herbivore. This caused much mirth and hilarity among the student's farrrming peers. Which blew up into a discussion of the difference between silage and slurry. Most towny folks think these things are essentially the same because a) they are found about the farm and b) they smell. I find it odd, in these deodorised times, how kids can't handle aNNy smell without have a fit of the vapours; affecting to swoon; and flapping the hands ineffectually in front of their faces.
But for parity of esteem, let us be sure that few people over the age of 50 would be able to steer Lara Croft [bloboprev] through a 3-D maze; or get to another level in Candy Crush, let alone be cold-blooded enough to throw a whore out of a speeding car in Grand Theft Auto.