My neighbor is the most conscientious A – type I know. Since he’s already prepared thoroughly for his presentation, he’s been preparing poster sheets for his friends. He uses a felt-tip marker so freshly minted that he needs to wear a mask to protect him from the fumes. Now, he’s got the papers hung neatly in the kitchen.
He is so conscientious that he wants his crib notes copied. I have to explain that my printer is not a copy machine and I’ll only type 100 words a minute for something worthwhile. Memorizing the steps to teach pre-reading, while-reading and post-reading is not meaningful when I’ve never seen their own teachers teach reading anyway.
When the academic board grills him on how many steps it takes to explain the passive tense, I’m tempted to prompt him. “Are you asking about a Lao teacher or a foreign teacher?” Surely, he’d get panned for impudence even though he’s the best they’ll ever see.
I tried to think of ways to get him a chance to study overseas. At best, I think I can introduce him to a local NGO. He has qualities that I’ve observed and confirmed. I feel like I’m on the panel for, “Laos’s got talent.” Listen to what Simon says.
