Against my will, I am forced to grade my little children primarily on test scores. So, in the spirit of midterms week, I have taken to ranking everything on a scale of 1 to whatever I see fit.
The flies here are large. On a scale of 1 to large enough to shoot with a bow and arrow, the flies rank…
BB gun.
The King loves a good game of Basketball. On a scale of 1 to everyone else in the country loves it too, K5’s love for basketball ranks…
Please start loving phonetic literacy curriculum.
I have a stomach bug. On a scale of 1 to crap attack, the stomach bug ranks…
Whatever you do, don’t fart.
I was on the toilet for hours with the stomach bug, when my facebook news feed posted a million pictures of my ex and his recently divorced roommate at all our old favorite hang outs. On scale of 1 to bummer, the ex and his new gf ranked…
F*** You.
Some monks here are the naughty kids whose parents sent them into the monastic school system a long time ago. On a scale of 1 to holy, these monks rank…
Even more entertaining to eye f***.
I was speaking in Dzongkha with a friend, and he laughed because I accidentally told him, “I have an extremely itchy ass”. On a scale of 1 to socially inappropriate, not looking like an idiot ranked…
A high priority when I found myself intensely scratching my butt to defend my Dzongkha abilities.
Moments later, instead of offering him water, I screwed up one letter and accidentally offered him “female genitalia”. On a scale of 1 to confusing, Dzongkha ranks…
If you know men, I bet you know what he answered.
I learned from my students how to correctly eat with my hands without tipping my head back and instead use my thumb to shove the rice into my mouth. On a scale of 1 to honorary Bhutanese, when it comes to eating with my hands, I rank…
Shimbe.
I have still not seen the thunder dragon. On a scale of 1 to he doesn’t exist, the thunder dragon ranks…
I should drink more homemade ara.
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