Sunday, August 03, 2003
We are growing a nation of bananas.
Small ones are force-fed with a foreign tongue that their parents are not exactly proficient in. All in the hope of cultivating high-flyers who can afford fast cars, luxury items to boot. Something for the parents to boast of when the kids are all grown up.
I rather these adults speak in perfect mandarin than struggle in artifical tones of broken English. I wish for too much.
Small ones are force-fed with a foreign tongue that their parents are not exactly proficient in. All in the hope of cultivating high-flyers who can afford fast cars, luxury items to boot. Something for the parents to boast of when the kids are all grown up.
I rather these adults speak in perfect mandarin than struggle in artifical tones of broken English. I wish for too much.
