Last week, while discussing the history of segregation and the civil rights movement, I drew a map of America on the whiteboard, partially so the students had a sense of where these events took place, and partially to emphasize that “my place,” whatever that means, was never segregated. I don't pretend to be any great hand at drawing, but the map was, I thought, recognizable--the big pointy thing in the north is Maine, the big pointy thing in the south is Florida and the rest is all one big rectangular(ish) blob.
One of my students, in the back row, raised his hand, his face very serious. "Miss, what was your grade in your high school drawing class?"
"Well," I replied, "high school is different in America. We're not all required to take a drawing class. I, for one, took Latin instead of art."
"Oooooh," the class said, in chorus, all nodding their heads. "That explains a lot."