One of the teachers is talking to me in Pulaar, basic introductions, probably more for his own amusement than anything else. He asks my American name and I tell him and he asks me to write it, so I do. I should have told him the written version would not be of any help, but I did not, so he pronounces my name with an English "j" and I cringe. Diana, another teacher, asks to see my name. She says it’s a pretty name and I’m going to pretend she said this because of how the letters S-o-n-j-a look together in that order and not because of how she imagines they’re pronounced.
Then the teacher asks what ethnic group I belong to. As this is a question I’ve only ever had to bubble in an answer to with #2 pencil for the benefit of people not staring directly at me, I don’t know how to answer until Diana prompts, “Your last name, Kubik…” and I explain it is Slovak but I am also Swedish. “From Sweden,” I add, with the faint hope I can convince people I've got no relatives in Switzerland. The teacher responds with some interest, but then explains that wasn’t what he meant, I still have not answered his question. "What ethnic group are you from? What tribe? You know in The Gambia we have the Fulas, the Serrehules, the Mandinkas…"
So I explain we don’t have those in America, people identify with what countries their family members originally came from. Except then I remember the Native Americans so I explain about them too.
I should've just answered “Viking!”
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