Well, I remember in third grade, I had this moment where my father, who never takes off from work, he's a classical blue collar, a working-class immigrant person, going to school to see his son, how he's doing, and the teacher said to him, he said, "You know, John is good at math and art."
Ik herinner me, in de derde klas, dat mijn vader, die nooit vrijaf neemt van werk -- hij is een echte arbeidersklasse-immigrant -- naar school gaat om te zien hoe zijn zoon ervoor staat en de leraar vertelt hem: "John is goed in wiskunde en kunst."