In my Davinci2 cohort yesterday, my 5th grade student who goes by the name Paul was reading a short paragraph from the book for us. His pronunciation was utterly incoherent, which was not commensurate with his normal ability, I thought – he's not great, but he's not quite so bad as to be impossible to understand. He was sounding like a drunk robot.
"What's going on, Paul?" I asked. "Why are you talking like that?"
Without pause, and now quite clearly, he said, "This is my style." He sat up straight, grinning with pride.
I had to laugh at that. "Well, uh… go ahead, then."
[daily log: walking, 6km]