"Stefan Gagne - Space Patrol" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

opened the door.

"Ah, Bruiser. So glad you could come, please have a seat," the doctor
said, motioning him to a chair with the hand that wasn't holding a golf
putter. Bruiser squeezed his 300 pound musclebound form into the seat.

"You send for me, sir?" he said in his usual broken English. It wasn't
that he wasn't intelligent, it was just that he was never very good at
speaking English.

"Yes... I think you know why," the principal said, putting a golf ball
into a paper cup and having a seat behind his mahogany desk.

"Yes sir. Me read about budget cuts in paper yesterday," Bruiser
muttered, a wave of depression kicking in.

"It's not that I don't like our physical education department,
really," the principal reassured. "It's just that we don't have the money,
and jobs are looking for Ytts who have job skills more than labor skills.
If I had my way, this school would rehire all the departments that have
been cut."

The principal stood up and began his "I really do care" pacing around
the room routine.

"It's just that we don't have the money. If you had the speech skills,
you could teach physics."

"But me have degrees in astronavigation, nuclear physics, and quantum
mechanics!" Bruiser pleaded.

"Yes, but you can't express yourself well in English," the principal
explained. "This institute is changing over to a multicultural,
multispecies school, one of the only kinds on planet Ytt. Although most
other schools use our home language, we're expected to adapt to the
galaxy's standard tounge. We both know of your incredible intellect, but if
you can't explain things to the students in a way they can understand, it's
going to simply be too hard. You know that problem we had with the spanish
speaking math teach last year, remember?"

Bruiser nodded.

"Parents called in complaining that their kids couldn't understand
what he was saying, and we had to completely restructure who was in what
math class. Listen, if you need any letters of recommendation for your next
job, I will be more than happy to help..."

"Me understand, sir," Bruiser said. He looked up, an idea hitting his
head square on. "Actually, me WAS thinking enlisting in Space Patrol...
good physical work, need Ytts like me. Probably more use than teaching.