Hmm...that tech would have to go back up north where he came from then...
A teacher friend in West Virginia recently shared an experience with me. An out of state computer technician was visiting her school. While having lunch in the faculty lounge, he rather brazenly announced that the school appeared to be staffed by "hicks."
Rather than take exception to this, my friend decided to mess with the technician. She broke out her southern twang, donned a sad face, and said, "Ah wish ah din't haf ter work here. Ah miss mah goat."
The technician's mouth dropped open.
Another teacher spoke up and said, "Did y'all hear that me and Homer er get'n a new out house out back of our cabin? We even got us a plastic toy-let seat like them thar city folk."
The technician abruptly left and was later heard to say that he NEVER wanted to come back to this school because it was filled with "ignorant hicks."
(GRIN)
Hmm...that tech would have to go back up north where he came from then...
"Opportunity is often missed by most people, because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work."
-Thomas Edison
"Quemadmoeum gladis nemeinum occidit, occidentis telum est"- Seneca
I'm sure we all have stories like this.
I'm ashamed to say that I played this game about Canada. I was once in a bar in Southern California where a man was trying to pick me up. He told me that he knew all about Canada and he said something about it being cold and snowy all the time. I decided to play with him a little so I gushed about how much I loved being in the US because there was hot running water! and electricity! I explained to him that we had just gotten running water but it was always cold. How amazing to get hot water out of a tap! He bought this and questioned me at length about how we got around (dogsled, sometimes canoes--oddly, he didn't question how we used the canoes in the snow), roads (no roads, just dogsled tracks), housing (igloos--hmm, maybe that was why it was hard to wire for electricity, I said ingenuously). After he bought me a couple of drinks, I told him the truth--I'm not sure what he believed. 8)
If you were in a bar trying to pick up a Canadian girl about 20 years ago and this rings a bell, I apologize for leading you on and for giving you the wrong phone number (like you would have called it anyway :roll.
If you can't be kind, at least be vague.
We've had our fair share of ignorants out here in the Navajo Nation as well.
We just love it when they ask, quite seriously, if the locals hunt buffalo still and why no one lives in tee-pees. The answer is "they never did either".
I think some folks are just blatantly stupid.
Most know that I'm originally from Mississippi. And, when they start questioning if we have any social or physical developments yet, I enjoy sending them to this site.... give it a look:
[url]http://www.mississippibelieveit.com/[/url]
How much of that did you know?
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Now that's just hilariousOriginally Posted by GreenBunny
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As an American of Chinese ancestery, I've met some remarkably ignorant people over the years.
Once or twice a year, I still meet people who think that I just got off the banana boat.
"My, your English is really good!"
"Oh my," I've said. "So is yours!"
"But I'm an American" comes the inevitable response.
"What a coincidence ... so am I."
I've also had people ask me if I speak Chinese.
"No," I've replied. "I don't speak Chinese. I'm a third generation American citizen."
"Oh ... well do you READ Chinese?"
(GRIMACE - Hello! If I don't speak Chinese, why would I read it?)
During Thanksgiving break my fiance and I went to visit his mother in NC. We enjoy going to the Pawn shops down there, something we don't have anyplace near us in upstate NY. Every time we go to NC someone asks us where we are from. When we say NY, they automatically ask us if we live in the city or make some form of asking us what it's like to live in a big city. We then have to tell them no, from upstate. They give us a dumb look and we have to clearify upstate NY, the country. I often feel that people, both in and out of the state, forget that NY is more than just NYC.
So during the last trip to NC, while at a pawn shop, we got talking with one of the owners/workers. He of course asks where we are from. My fiance tells him that he was born and raised in NY and myself, being proud of my birthplace, say that I was born in TX and raised in NY. He then goes onto say that he wants to know what my fiance was taught about the civil war in the NY school system, telling me that since I'm from TX I would know the real answer to his question. Basically because you are born in a state you have an in-bred knowledge of subject matter that happened years before you were born.
After he asks his question my fiance tells him that he doesn't remember since he has been out of school for ten years. I then state that I was raised in NY and also teach there. Now he looks even more dumb founded than I have ever seen.
In all honesty a few years back there was talk or a rumor of NYC wanting to seperate from the rest of NY. I wish it had happened this way when I say I'm from NY I wouldn't have to explain that there is more to my state than just a large city.
Julie
"If quiters never win and winners never quit, whose the fool that said 'quit while your ahead'"?
Well, we do get taught things like how Zebulon Vance was such a great governor, and some stuff about Hinton Rowan Helper....hmm. Gotta be a North Carolinian to care... Actually, that's our 8th grade social studies curriculum. I've been to NYC 4 times- some of us do know that it's not the whole state. You might do better if you name the town, county, or other location though. You will experience much less prejudice...Basically because you are born in a state you have an in-bred knowledge of subject matter that happened years before you were born.![]()
"Opportunity is often missed by most people, because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work."
-Thomas Edison
"Quemadmoeum gladis nemeinum occidit, occidentis telum est"- Seneca
A few years back, I was having a serious living room conversation with my Girl Scout leader, my friend, and my mother. We were talking about the black experience in our area's schools (we're all white).
"At my school I think people have fairly diverse groups of friends," I said. "But I do notice that, like, all the black kids kinda hang out together."
At this, my Girl Scout leader cracked a smile from the sofa. She leaned forward. "Hey Liz," she said, "I hear that white people like to hang out together."
I simply stared for a minute as realization spread over face. Feeling my own ignorance, I fell to the carpet playfully and buried my face as we all sort of laughed to ourselves.
"Your pride just ran out the door, Liz, better go catch it..." teased my friend.
The true teacher defends his pupils against his own personal influence. He inspires self-distrust. He guides their eyes from himself to the spirit that quickens him. He will have no disciple.
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