
I do recall mentioning somewhere in an earlier post that I have to catch up on a tale from the class room or two. Actually, let's make that a few.
I'll begin a simple cautionary tale about the dangers of entering the classrooms of a less cosmopolitan area of England with a foreign accent.
Unlike the previous two schools I've taught at, the one I'm teaching at now has very little in the way of foreign teachers (or even foreign pupils). As such, these pupils have a stronger fascination with my "American" accident than others have had. Of course, having such little experience, they were at first confused as to what my accent was, even guessing that I was Australian (and, yes, I did, out of a sense of mischievousness, "assist" in that misperception).
It shouldn't have been such a surprise then, when, during a conversation with year 10 girls that wound its way to foods that I miss from Canada, one of the girls took to immediate obsession with the way in which I pronounce "beef jerky." From then on, whenever she saw me, she would exclaim "beef jerky" with her best high pitched attempt at mimicking my accent. It didn't take any real length of time before her friends joined in and, after only a few weeks, I soon acquired the term as a nickname (which I hope many will forget over the summer).
Of course, though many pupils call me that, few have any understanding of how the nickname came to be. That almost led to an unfortunate misconception, but I nipped it in the bud quite quickly and effectively, to the amusement of all but one. However, that's a tale for another day...
POST-NOTE: I was a little remiss by failing to mention that many of the year 10 girls used (and sometimes still do) demand that I say "beef jerky." This odd little behaviour has spread to younger year groups (boys and girls), though many of the year 8 girls have recently taken up demands for their own word of choice, "tasty."