Tuesday, May 22, 2007
I’ve been doing a fair amount of work with International students. Here’s a snippet of the conversation that ensued while working with an 11 year old Korean boy the other day:
KB: Caw ra
(I can’t tell you how many times my name has been massacred and not just by Asians either. My luck wasn’t much better while living in Quebec. Who knew it was so difficult to pronounce. Apparently “L’s” and “R’s” present a specific challenge in many languages. And when placed together, well…that warrants a post of its own. Show me what you can do with a bilabial fricative, and perhaps I’ll go there on another day.)
KB: (Looking very intent) How do you call the orange bridge?
Me: (In a matter of fact tone) I don’t think it really has a name.
KB: It looks so like the Golden Gate Bridge.
(Despite their young age, many of these students have traveled extensively)
Me: Hmm…(raising my eyebrow trying to look like I’m really thinking hard about his last statement) it’s really not quite as large or majestic.
KB: (disbelievingly) It doesn’t have a name?
Me: We usually just call it the big orange bridge.
KB: Humph (thinking pensively for a minute)…so we can call it BOB?
Me: Okay, BOB it is.
KB: (looking very satisfied that we’ve come to this final agreement)