I never cease to be amazed by the things I discover about my students. Sometimes they’re frustrating, sometimes they’re sad, sometimes they’re inspiring, and sometimes they’re just unexpected. Take the conversation I had with a seemingly typical third grader today as he was checking out his books.
Me: You like the Knicks? They usually put the [local team] out of the playoffs, don’t they?
Third grader (wearing a Knicks shirt): I usually watch them with my grandpa at my house.
Me: Is your grandpa from New York?
Third grader: No. He’s from here. So’s my dad. (Walks away, but comes back.) But he only went to Rio one time and met my mom there.
Me: So, he was visiting Rio and he met your mom?
Third grader: Yeah. She’s from Poland. (Walks away, but comes back.) So am I.
Me: You were born in Poland?
Third grader: Yes.
His teacher confirmed this and informed me the kid actually still speaks Polish. Who knew?