Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Alexander's New Career
I've just had a message from Miss Price, who is Alexander's teacher. This is disturbing. I usually only get a call from her when there has been a problem.
I wonder what Alexander has done now?
Miss Price is there in the classroom. No one else is there. It's going to be one of those 'teacher-parent' discussions that everybody dislikes.
"Sit down, Lieutenant." she tells me, although she can't seem to look me in the eye.
"What is it, Miss Price?" I demand to know, "Has Alexander been throwing clay moulds across the classroom again? If he has, I can assure you he will be severely punished..."
"It's nothing like that." she tells me, " The fact is that today was Career Day. We asked each of the pupils what they wanted to be when they grew up."
"I know what Alexander will be when he grows up." I say confidentally, "He will be a Klingon warrior, fighting for our homeworld."
"Umm...that's not what he said he wanted to do." Miss Price quietly informs me.
"Well what DID he say he wanted to be?" I ask.
"A ballet dancer." she whispers and suddenly look away, as if she has found something to do, as my anger increases.
"A BALLET DANCER!" I shout, "What Klingon has ever been a ballet dancer! He will bring shame and dishonour to my family!"
I storm out out the classroom, and go to my quarters, where Alexander is.
"Why did you tell Miss Price you wanted to become a ballet dancer?" I ask my son.
"Because it's true, Father." he says, "I admire the grace and poise this elegant art brings. If you see it, you will be aware that it is a wonderful joy to ...."
"It brings shame, not joy, Alexander!" I angily tell him, "You should be learning to maim people with Klingon weapons, not dance around a stage with women in 'Swan Lake'!"
"I have been studying this book, Father" he tells me, "It is called 'Ballet for Beginners'. All the classic moves are there. All the steps are there; I'll go to the holodeck and start dancing with Margot Fonteyn and Darcey Bussell."
I hang my head in despair and decide to visit Deanna for advice.
I reach her office and enter.
"Worf!" she says, "What a pleasant surprise. My next appointment is in half an hour, so we might be able to have a little fun until then.."
"I haven't come for that, Deanna," I tell her, "The fact is, I have a problem with Alexander."
I inform her of everything that has happened.
"Worf" she mentions to me, "Every child has ambitions that sound unusual to the parent. Just let him follow it through. He may soon lose interest in it and be involved with Klingon weaponry or folklore again. Alternately, he could grow up to be a very good ballet dancer."
I groan and put my head in my hands.
I trudge back to my quarters, where Alexander is watching 'Giselle' on the videoscreen.
It can be very difficult being a parent.