DD (who is clearly a secret masochist) has apparently entered herself for the Linguistics Olympiad at her sixth form and brought home some of the past papers at the weekend.
Dear god.
I have never felt so dim in my life.
Has anyone else's offspring been regaling them with how to introduce a widow to a giant by means of transcendental algebra, or describing the way to the underground in Uzbek?
I vaguely remember Maths Olympiads existing when I were a lass, but this is a whole new level of horror.