Bones came home from school and told me the following story. Remember, he goes to a public school for artistically inclined children, he being a vocalist.
Evidently a young man in the 6th grade chorus had gotten himself in a bit of trouble. The vocal director, finally sick of this young man's antics, told the student, 'I'm done. I want you to sit down and write a note to your Mom and Dad, tell them what you've done, then have them sign it and bring it back to me tomorrow."
And that is what the student did.
The next morning, the young man brought the note to class, handed it to the vocal director and sat down.
The vocal director looked at it and said, "Wait. What is this? I can't read this..." to which the young man replied, "It's in Polish. I had to write in Polish... My Dad doesn't read English."
The stunned vocal director gathered himself up and said, "Come on. We're going to call your Dad..."
Now as Bones was telling me this story, laughing hysterically (he wasn't in the class, but the other vocal director told some of the older kids this story because she thought it was a riot), my first thought was... Polish?
Folks, I live in S. Florida, West Palm Beach to be more exact. When I think of languages spoken in the area, Polish isn't anywhere on the list.
Spanish (close 2nd to English)
Creole (we have Haitians and Islanders)
Portuguese (we have Brazillians)
French (distant 5th, as we have Canadians)
Romanian/Russian (there is a heavy Romanian/Russian population on the West Coast)
Not seeing Polish on this list. I'd add German before Polish.
So that was the first thing that came to mind. I've never met a Polish immigrant in S. FL.
But what followed is what made me *blink*.
Bones continued, "You know Mom, Mr. K had to follow up and make sure that letter was real..."
Me: Well, of course it was real...
Bones: Not if it had been me. If I'd written that letter it would have said, "Mom, this is a letter telling you that Mr. K thinks I'm one of the best students he's ever had and that I am a real joy to have in his class. He wanted me to write this so you knew what a great kid I am..."
Me: No. You'd not...
Bones: Oh sure. Anything to make me look good...
So much for all the seven years of Catholic schooling.Posted by Boudicca at January 29, 2013 10:54 PM