The Salopian no. 160 - Summer 2017
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SCHOOL NEWS<br />
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mandatory “yes, sir” as the teacher called out pupils’ names<br />
during registration. It felt more like a prison roll-call.<br />
It is understandable for anyone to mispro<strong>no</strong>unce someone’s<br />
name, especially when it is alien to them. A teacher, having<br />
to say many names during the day, both foreign and native,<br />
may understandably <strong>no</strong>t k<strong>no</strong>w how to say all of them, so the<br />
students correct him, <strong>no</strong> harm done. Right?<br />
“Sarah?”<br />
“It’s actually Zarah, sir.”<br />
“I apologise, Zarah.”<br />
“Mia?”<br />
“Uhm Maya, sir.”<br />
“Sorry. Maya.”<br />
Common mistakes. Nothing ab<strong>no</strong>rmal <strong>no</strong>r unusual and<br />
certainly <strong>no</strong>thing to make a fuss about. Some names,<br />
however, are so unique that they lead to confusion and<br />
amusement.<br />
“Tiny Pony?”<br />
Sniggers filled the room.<br />
“It’s T-Tai Ni Po Ni, sir. It’s Chinese.”<br />
More giggling.<br />
“Sorry, Tiny Pony.”<br />
More laughter ensued. I glanced behind me to the girl who<br />
spoke. She looked as if she wanted the ground to swallow<br />
her up, her face red from embarrassment. I pursed my lips<br />
and turned back towards the front of the classroom, the<br />
laughter and whispering rolling like a wave above me.<br />
“Ok, everyone, be quiet,” the teacher said sharply.<br />
Immediately the <strong>no</strong>ise stopped and he continued. “Chew<br />
Rabbit? Oh <strong>no</strong>, Chew Babeet, sorry.” He corrected after<br />
squinting at the paper and bringing it up to his face for a<br />
better look. <strong>The</strong> room filled with sniggering again. “Was<br />
that pro<strong>no</strong>unced correctly?” the teacher asked.<br />
“I-Its Chiew Babit, sir.” A small boy a few seats behind me<br />
stuttered in answer, his eyes wide in fear. “Rabbit” may in<br />
fact have been more appropriate as he looked as startled as<br />
a creature caught in headlights, staring fearfully into the<br />
eyes of his predator. His foreign accent served only to fuel<br />
the laughter as the boy shrank in on himself and lowered<br />
his eyes, peering down at his desk. I felt a sympathy tug at<br />
my heart and guilt too, guilt for <strong>no</strong>t standing up and doing<br />
something to stop the laughter. What could I do though,<br />
without the risk of being ridiculed myself?<br />
“This is your last warning,” the teacher said loudly, silencing<br />
the laughing students. “If you interrupt this class again, you<br />
will all be staying during lunch.” He finished, giving the<br />
class a deadly look, then slowly returning his gaze back to<br />
the name sheet. “Pai yoo?” I could physically feel the tension<br />
in the room from the stifling of laughter.<br />
“Pei Yu, sir.” A girl in my row corrected. Someone s<strong>no</strong>rted,<br />
but tried to pass it off as a cough. It was about as subtle as a<br />
charging bull.<br />
“I apologise,” the teacher said, in an insincere tone, neither<br />
looking <strong>no</strong>r sounding remorseful. I looked over the desks<br />
separating me from the girl. She was resting her head on her<br />
hand, a tired look in her eyes as if she’d become accustomed<br />
to this already. She didn’t look embarrassed <strong>no</strong>r scared,<br />
simply bored and unmoved, and my lips curled upwards at<br />
the sight of the unfazed girl. But the smile quickly fell again<br />
as the teacher carried on with the roll call, and I heard the<br />
whispers and giggles and mimicking of foreign names.<br />
I <strong>no</strong>ticed this a lot.