This story came to me today from our Latin teacher.
The Latin teacher was putting phrases on the board. You know, normal stuff like:
“The sky is blue.”
“I am thirsty.”
“Take a left at the next street corner.”
Actually, I don’t know if those were the exact phrases, but it’s a high school Latin class, so we’re not talking about advanced things, here.
A student — not the most engaged child, sort of a trouble maker — calls the instructor over to his desk.
Student: Will you tell me how to say something in Latin?
Teacher (shocked at the show of interest): Sure.
Student: Your father is making sex with many women in a cave.
What teenager would say that? I know better than to think this kid has been brushing-up on his Shakespearean insults. And what teenager would want to be able to say it in Latin? It’s not like any of his companions would understand him.
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