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When at the end of the exam the teacher is tired, any excuse can ride...
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Nearing the end of the exam on higher mathematics. At the table of the teacher the student can not answer the question. Outside the window the heat, stuffy in the classroom, the teacher wipes the sweat from his forehead. And then the door swings open, fit the head of a student who, referring to the College solemnly declares:
— Marinka, your daughter was born!
Second time-out. The teacher wearily:
— Daughter is good. Okay, put "three", go ahead.
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Nearing the end of the exam on higher mathematics. At the table of the teacher the student can not answer the question. Outside the window the heat, stuffy in the classroom, the teacher wipes the sweat from his forehead. And then the door swings open, fit the head of a student who, referring to the College solemnly declares:
— Marinka, your daughter was born!
Second time-out. The teacher wearily:
— Daughter is good. Okay, put "three", go ahead.
The website is now at Classmates! Push:
via factroom.ru
