Wednesday, November 27, 2013
The year was 2010. I was teaching at an alternative high school. My students had spent the year trying to figure out "what" I was. You see, I'm somewhat racially ambiguous. The majority of the students had come to understand that I am more than one race but I'd refused to let them know what the mix was.
Cut to the last period of the day. I'm standing at my doorway with my students waiting to release them. One of my students, a delightful girl, though she always came across like a valley girl, says to me, "Ms. F you're tan." I agreed, yes, I am. "Where do you go tanning?" she asked me.
"I don't, it's my ethnic make up," I responded.
"Where do you buy that?" she asked. I promptly doubled over in laughter.
Her friend, another great student, slaps her on the shoulder and states, "You can't buy it. She means it has to do with her race!"
I couldn't make these things up if I tried. I love teaching.