Dentists have Supernatural Powers!

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I've been going on regular trips to my ever-welcoming dentist these past few months to have my braces adjusted (what's cooler than being a full-fledged nerd?) and I've noticed she always asks me the tougher questions after she jams those dentist armaments into my mouth. So most of the time I'm left with two choices: one, to answer her using the extraterrestrial language my dream-guru teaches me an hour per night, and two, to replace showcasing my uber-communication skills with exposing the set of teeth she is experimenting on (which, although requiring less effort, is quite painful).


I remember this particular incident:

Dentist (while working on my teeth): So, Mia, where do you study?
Me: Ah I-i-in Ah-yanhh hay-hul, Oc...


which roughly translates to:

Sa Philippine Science High School, Doc. (At Philippine Science High School, Doc.)

But she didn't really mind. She didn't ask my mom what that meant, either, so she continued:

Dentist: Oh, that's good! I heard it's a competitive school. How do you manage?
Me (pauses to decide how to say her response in the easiest way possible): Aaack-ah-ly, hwee ahm a lat (Actually, we cram a lot.)


And, BAM, she actually understands! She nods her head as if we had been conversing for hours already and still keeps on talking to me.

I'm not saying conversations with dentists are tiring. They're very attentive and they offer a lot of insight to whatever you ask them. Sometimes, though, they just get so absorbed in their work they don't notice that other people can't involve themselves in the dialogue between them and their patients. Imagine my mom's face while my dentist and I were chatting.