A plea to my professor.
Dear Prof. Sanchez:
I am writing to you to clarify the strange scene in class the other night, during your help session for our final. I feel responsible for so many people's discomfort, including your own. You see, my whole life has been an excursion from one voice to the next. When I speak, I try to make it as similar as possible to the conversationalist opposite me. This entire semester, saddled with your ethnicity, I sounded genuinely Cuban. With my Caucasian visage, my heritage was an enigma to my classmates, and apparently also to the police. The fact that your help session had to be delayed, at least temporarily, because of the intrusion of the FBI, saddens me greatly. They had come to arrest me for fraud. Perjury. That checkbox on my application may have been confidential and for statistical purposes only, but it was followed by my signature. A statement of honor. An oath. And I was no more a white woman than a bird can swim (other than those with webbed feet... Professor, I'm sorry, but I have no time to analogize further).
With such a serious offense as a federal falsehood, I may write only one letter, and I wish to tell you only that I sincerely spoke differently because I have no accent. No voice of my own. And please, can you send me the final at the address stamped on the envelope?
Thanks for everything.
I am writing to you to clarify the strange scene in class the other night, during your help session for our final. I feel responsible for so many people's discomfort, including your own. You see, my whole life has been an excursion from one voice to the next. When I speak, I try to make it as similar as possible to the conversationalist opposite me. This entire semester, saddled with your ethnicity, I sounded genuinely Cuban. With my Caucasian visage, my heritage was an enigma to my classmates, and apparently also to the police. The fact that your help session had to be delayed, at least temporarily, because of the intrusion of the FBI, saddens me greatly. They had come to arrest me for fraud. Perjury. That checkbox on my application may have been confidential and for statistical purposes only, but it was followed by my signature. A statement of honor. An oath. And I was no more a white woman than a bird can swim (other than those with webbed feet... Professor, I'm sorry, but I have no time to analogize further).
With such a serious offense as a federal falsehood, I may write only one letter, and I wish to tell you only that I sincerely spoke differently because I have no accent. No voice of my own. And please, can you send me the final at the address stamped on the envelope?
Thanks for everything.