One of my students, Ricardo, approached me with a question tonight. I swear: "Teacher, I need talk you." will be the title of my autobiography, should I ever write one.
"Teacher, help me singing this song. You know. The song beginning, 'Wednesday night...'".
"Wednesday night? A song about Wednesday night?"
"Yes. It start, 'Wednesday night...'"
"Ricardo, I don't know a song about Wednesday night. In fact, [I begin to laugh at the realization] I don't think there are any songs about Wednesday night in English! We NEVER sing about Wednesdays!"
Wednesday night has come/
And the land is dark/
Is the moon...
What next, Teacher?"
Yeah, Ricardo, I know that song.