My sometimes student, the high school girl who joined our class to help get her conversational ability up in time for Uni exams, was visiting home (a big temple) from University for the weekend and dropped in to say hi.
She's on a scholarship studying physics.
She brought a banana cake she'd made.
Everyone oohed and aaahed and you didn't have to do that'd.
My oldest student, an octogenarian fulltime farmer, not only self sufficient but grows enough to send to three adult children and their families to boot and a pillar of the community and on every committee available in the surrounding district piped up:
"You're so good at cooking you don't need to go to University. You could get married now."
very awkward silence
I think I might go back to hospitals, illness, old age and death next week.