At the end of the first course I taught at this school I handed out the evaluation forms with no small degree of trepidation.
Grande Ecole students are a breed apart, and not only in terms of raw ambition. There's always a sense with these young ladies and gentlemen that their time is money. They've paid quite a lot, and as consumers they're really quite demanding.
Anyway, they were good to me
All, that is, except for one particular student. Had I stimulated his intellectual curiosity? Um, no. His true feelings about the last eighteen hours spent in one another's company were summed up pretty nicely in the 'add your comments here' section of the form.
'The only sound was the buzzing of flies.'
Merci, mon grand
