A student walked up to me after I had dismissed today's beginner-level class.
"One of my friends asked me about this class," she said.
"Oh?" I said.
"He asked me who is my speaking teacher."
"Hm," I said.
"I said 'Kevin is my teacher.' He said, 'Big Kevin?'"
I had a sinking feeling. My student continued:
"I said, 'No—cute Kevin!'"
I smiled hollowly. The damage had already been done.
"'Big Kevin,'" I repeated, grinning and nodding absently in defeat.
"Don't worry," said my student in a reassuring tone: "My friend is big, too."
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Tuesday, November 26, 2013
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