In my department at work, there are two large whiteboards in the student common area. These young students in their foundation year of university studies struggling to pass the TOEFL so they can begin their major courses write all kinds of things there - goals, wishes, dreams, likes, criticisms, nationalistic sentiments, messages of hope for their war-torn homelands, and messages of despair of ever passing the TOEFL. Those whiteboards are the first thing I see when I walk in to work at 7.40ish each morning, and I've often thought it would be fun to compile a whole semester's worth of student-generated whiteboard messages.
Instead, for now, I have today's whiteboard messages only. This is the last day of the semester PLUS the day of a TOEFL exam administration so the students had a lot to say.
This one is my favorite. Ha ha.
There was one board that didn't have anything written on it this morning, but by the time I went back in the afternoon (without my camera), someone had written "[Name of my department], go to the h**." Yeah, some of these kids still need to work on their English.
Instead, for now, I have today's whiteboard messages only. This is the last day of the semester PLUS the day of a TOEFL exam administration so the students had a lot to say.
This one is my favorite. Ha ha.
There was one board that didn't have anything written on it this morning, but by the time I went back in the afternoon (without my camera), someone had written "[Name of my department], go to the h**." Yeah, some of these kids still need to work on their English.