Just wait for the steamy final exam

I found this on a street in Paris. It's obviously someone's corrected English homework:

Is that not so hilariously, stereotypically appropriate? (The blur at the top, by the way, is the student's name, which I've obscured because I feel a little bad about posting her homework on the Internet.) Paris -- the city of love, a culture of romance -- has its students practice English by writing first-person tales of tortured love. It's not even an option: The first line, "I'm in love with two people," is the foundation from which to work.

Again, I am envious. Not to put too fine a point on it, but could you imagine this being attempted in America? You'd have 18 angry parents knocking down the teacher's door faster than you could say "Sacré bleu!" Virginia may claim it's for lovers, but that's all marketing. Paris ain't fuckin' around about it. They're too busy actually fucking.

Posted by Jason Feifer at October 2, 2006 12:56 PM