It may seem sort of useless, but when you're taking a class that you feel you're gonna fail and the teacher of that same class invites to his house for food and drink, your survival instinct tells you that you should go! So, I went to this farewell party for a member of my group yesterday.
The teacher lives in this very nice townhouse in a gated neighbourhood for university faculty; marble floors, fireplace in every other room, pool in the backyard, ... in short: very nice! And their reception was great, wine, liquor, sushi, seared ahi, vegetarian dishes. I brought C with me, and he really hit it on with my teacher. I guess C is one of those rare people from the scientific community that doesn't feel socially awkward ... But, all the better. I don't know if it means anything, but it seemed to me that my teacher "almost" smiled as we bid them farewell after the party. "Good luck with your class project", he said.
(Chuckles ...)
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