Bugger off

This post is less funny and more amazing:

Last night my sister-in-law went to parent teacher conference at Olympus Jr. High. Her first stop was her daughter’s first period history teacher. She told the teacher she was Marley’s mom. He seemed a little confused. “Marley’s mom?” he asked? “Yes, Marley.” she replied. He stared at her, and then replied “Where is your accent?” “Accent?” she asked. To which the teacher answered, “Yes, how long have you lived in the states?”

At this point there was a long pause.

The teacher broke the silence, “You are from England right?”

Here we are, 7 months into the school year, and this teacher fully believed that Marley was from England. She has been faking an accent since day one. I marvel at the talent this would take.

First of all – to follow through for 7 months would be quite a task. I mean the first day would be funny. But to keep it going for this long would take some skill.

Secondly – she must have been pretty convincing. It turns out many of the kids in her class also believed she was from England.

Thirdly – remember, this is first period. We are talking 7:30 am. Most kids are barely awake at this hour, yet she was attentive enough to change her identity day after day.

I can’t blame Marley for wanting to be British. Those are some cool blokes.