Old stories are still funny

Today is my good friend Charlotte's birthday. She turns 22, and has start complaining that she gets older :|.. Now what does that make me !??!
Speaking of old stories..
Another old one, is my friend Renatusjka and my friendship. We have known each other since last year of 2ndary school.She has an amazing sense of humour.
Renatusjka studies russian, and, as part of her degree, sometimes get horrible homework, such as "Translate and discuss the influence of production of light bulbs in Uzbekistan on the wood-pecker population in the suburbs of St.Petersburg.
In stead of getting bitter and quitting the studies, she grits her teeth, and politely (and not so slightly satirical) asks the question "Are russian teachers also human beings"? I couldn't help it and had to answer her (of course politically incorrect):

Russian teachers are not like us, they are from Russia, and they are teachers. As we all know, everything in Russia is made from cement and mud. Logically this must also count for the living creatures too; and on that basis, I'd say that Russian teachers aren't as human as us, if not not at all, but rather some type of Golem...

When it comes to russian teachers of non-Russian origin, I'm also doubtful. Something must have driven them to the point where they wish to drown already overworked students with complex and intricate grammatical structures and articles like the above mentioned. I'm imagining that the reason must be a heart of stone, and that brings us to the topic of trolls? I'd say that trolls are more like vampires, as both vampires and trolls tolerate sun-light particularly bad..
Hence, i feel that the conclusion must be that neither russian teachers nor Russian teachers are human, but rather distantly related, corrupted and mutated beings.

At this stage, u might think me evil, some kind of racist or "anti-eastern-blockist" or even "anti-former-sovjetist".
And, yeah, evil, foul, rotten, I think i can be one of those; but I actually do live in one of the former eastern-block countries, Slovakia (and, believe it or not, i chose to live here), and, well, the vast majority of structures here is made from cement, concrete and other grey stuff.
Also, the workload related to studies is tremendous (at least compared to when I studied in Norway). This have lead to a down-prioritising learning the Slovak language (not too clever) and problems with getting really close with the locals.
I think that is one of the reasons why we often perceive them as a cold, grumpy, and slightly annoyed people. Of course, when u get to know them, they're (probably :P) just as me and you. Until I'm able to have fun with them, I'll settle with making fun of them instead :P