Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
There’s this character in the English textbooks my students use that I absolutely hate. Name’s Lucas. In a world of mostly personality-less, enthusiastic English students, Lucas has one personality trait. He likes soccer. Every single little animation, he mentions he likes soccer. He talks about his dad “THE NUMBER ONE STRIKER ON HIS TEAM!” (“Oh, I see.”) There’s a little visual gag where he kicks a dodgeball because he likes soccer and not dodgeball, implying that he doesn’t know what dodgeball is and that his friends never explained it to him. And in the very end, just as my students are about to graduate to middle school, the plot of our little anime takes a turn, and Lucas reveals that he won’t be going to middle school with everyone because his NUMBER ONE STRIKER father is moving. And it seems like they want me to feel bad, but I don’t. If he had a second character trait, maybe I’d feel sorry for him. In contrast, I like the penguin who wears a top hat and dabs