[quote=“mike_rophonechecker”][quote=“the chief”]This relates to the topic more than the pee story, but I just realized something over the weekend that’s never sunk in before.
And, no, this isn’t really about teaching English.
I was helping the chieflette study for her (4th grade local school) English test, which should, obviously, be a fucking breeze, since she’s fully fluent. Unfortunately, like pretty much every other student of the language, she was being lax about S/V agreement, etc.
As she neglected, for like the 5th time, to differentiate, saying something like “This is a shirt, these are a shoes…” I kind of hit the end of my chain and said “Look, there are only two possible reasons for you to be making this mistake over and over. One, you’re stupid, or two, you’re lazy.”
She makes my wife’s face at me and says “OK, fine, I’m stupid.”
And I say “Of course you aren’t stupid. I’ve seen the paperwork, I know you aren’t stupid, you just aren’t paying attention.”
“But I’m NOT lazy!”
Now, I recall having this type of conversation in the past, both with students and with engineers, and invariably, they answer the same.
Whereas we, from the West, would readily admit to being lazy rather than stupid, the opposite is true in this fucked-up Confucian paradigm.
Because, if you’re stupid, it ain’t your fault.
See, you have no responsibility for that.
So you’re off the hook.
I was dumbfounded that I’d never really grokked this before.
But, of course, it ties in with the whole bizarre system of fault/culpability (and lack thereof) seen in traffic, the workplace, politics, and all kinds of other situations.[/quote]
No. You offered her two choices. Stupid or lazy. In her mind she works hard so the only choice left is stupid.
What you should have said was: I am sorry for making you learn two languages and for working you hard before a test when you are only (insert childs age). Would you like to fuck all this shit off and go play in the park? [/quote]
Pfft.
No wonder your Ma needs all that cheese, butthead offspring like you.
Not that it’s any of YOUR beeswax, Simone, but the point was that she wasn’t working hard, and that she was taking advantage of the fact that we’d been playing X-Box JLA Heroes all fucking morning, having finally earned enough shields to buy Hawkgirl, when I insisted we take a break and spend 15 lousy minutes going over her English to avoid her mother just plain cutting my nuts off with a watermelon knife.
Least my kid would know what to do with a stinking old pair of jeans…