I wrote a blog recently that made fun of a study group and the, apparently dim witted, kids in it, and I used the catch phrase, “I believe that children are the future.”
And then I proceeded to rip on them for several hundred words.
I still stand by that blog, by the way.
A few nasty “Don’t judge people” emails doesn’t sway me from the fact that they were as dumb as a bag of rocks.
But, Maybe the future isn’t totally screwed.
I usually avoid going to the mall like I avoid an STD.
Inconvenient, annoying, sometimes embarrassing, and with a bit of bad luck you could end up dead.
But, without going into details, I had a reason to be there.
I accomplished my errand and decided to grab a bite to eat.
Side note: Mongolian BBQ is like crack. An evil addiction that is tough to beat.
I sat down when I saw a young couple walking towards me.
Two young school kids.
High school sophomores? from the looks of them.
The girl was hispanic and dressed in a nice dress, not too showy, but nice.
The boy was, for lack of a better term, a cholo.
Baggy pants, hanging white tshirt, hair slicked back like a glossy helmet that met in a ponytail at the back.
They sat down behind me.
“Get your book out.” The girl began to unpack out of her backpack, it was homework time.
“I don’t WANT to do my homework! I hate that class. I can’t believe I let you talk me into it!”
The boy’s accent was old school barrio.
The girl wasn’t even phased.
“Get your book out, there is a test tomorrow, and I want an A.”
“This ain’t cool!”
The boy protested, and then he took out his book and sat down.
They flipped thru a few pages, until they were both synched up.
“Alright, you go first.” The girl runs a tight ship, I’ll give her that.
But, she may be barking up the wrong tree.
This kid does not come across as the sharpest tool in the shed.
“This is the house of my friend, John.” She intoned formally.
The boy hesitated and I waited for him to repeat the phrase in what I figured would be spanish, ironically.
And here is what he said.
“#############” (The Chinese characters do not cut and paste, evidently. Sorry)
That’s Chinese, by the way, and he said it flawlessly.
And then he read a phrase for her, and she repeated it, flawlessly.
Learning a new language is a bitch, not an easy undertaking, and Chinese looks like an even bigger nightmare.
But the kids are learning it.
I have been in a great mood since I left the mall.
Maybe the kids are the future, and there just might be enough good ones to balance out the ditch diggers.
Nicely done, kids.
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