Just spent 20 minutes arguing with a student who was insisting that I taught him German back in 2010. At the end of the conversation, I found myself in a weird position of saying, “I swear to you that I don’t speak German. No, but I swear. No, I haven’t forgotten teaching German. I promise I never did.”
I have no idea how anybody could have confused me with the 6-foot-3 bearded American who actually taught that course. But I’m urgently making an appointment at the waxing salon.

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