Tuesday, February 24, 2009
In my school, there is a Mexican girl named Maribel and a teacher named Brian. One day, she asked me, “do you know what Brian’s address is?” I was confused. Why did she ask me about his address? Did she think that I knew his address? I asked her in reply, “why do you want to know his address?” Did she want to mail him some letters in secret? “I need to send my homework to him,” she said. Suddenly, I knew. “You want to know his e-mail address, not his address, don’t you?” I asked her again. She replied, “yes, I want to know his e-mail address. Could you give it to me?” After that, I didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry.