after a gruelling week of settling into school, we had a huge party to celebrate. here at Insead, the tradition is to throw parties at one of the nearby chateaus where you hang out with 600 of your closest friends.
so i walk into this party, and start talking to this guy i've seen around. the first question he asks me is, "so, did you go to XXX primary school?"
and i'm a bit taken aback, because it's been 16 years since i was in primary school ... and i have no idea who this guy is, but he remembers me from grade 6.
on top of which, he figured it out from the photo i have on the Insead website where all the students have a profile.
so somehow i haven't changed significantly since i was 10. wow. there is something rather scary about that.
i think the appropriate response is "i was your teacher!"