say it LOUD
After I finished my presentation this morning, a 4th-grade student who had been in the front row came up to me and tugged my sleeve.
HIM: Can I tell you something?
ME: Sure!
He leaned in close and I bent down so he could whisper in my ear…
HIM: I’m African!
ME: (excited) You ARE? That’s wonderful. What part of Africa are you from?
HIM: (still speaking softly) Senegal.
ME: Wow! Tu parles francais aussi? (I had spoken a little French earlier in my presentation)
HIM: Yes.
ME: And do you speak Wolof as well?
HIM: (with a small smile) Yes.
ME: Wow–that means you can speak THREE languages. Good for you!
And then another child tugged at my arm and I tried to answer everyone else’s questions before my time was up. I never have to wonder why I do what I do, why I write what I write…
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