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September 30, Mr. Taxi Driver
Honest to god, this was a wholly real conversation I had with the fourth graders today, entirely in Korean, in which the whole class was invested in its outcome. Student: Teacher, in America do people sit shotgun in taxis? Me: Hm.. well honestly, I’ve only taken a taxi once in the US but usually people sit in the backseat. Student: But what if there are four people? Me: Then three sit in the back and one sits shotgun. It’s weird to sit next to the taxi driver if you’re by yourself. Why do you ask? Student: Uh… Me: You were just curious? Student: Yeah, just because. I’ve rounded some other…
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September 24, Third Graders
I often park myself in the hallway between classes where I can get a breeze rather than stifling in the teacher’s lounge. It has the added benefit of siphoning familiar and unfamiliar students into my orbit. The fourth graders come and stare at me, giggle, or gather like lost puppies in the scant five minutes. A fifth grader or two will come to ask me personal questions like one sweet girl who I just think wants my opinion on a video game…? Sometimes the first graders part around me like the red see and I love to push their polite buttons by saying 안녕 and watching their helpless, knee jerk…
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September 23, Uh hi?
After a strange day in which a disruptive sixth grader turned out to have secret English skills all along, I parked myself at the local cafe where I have a points card to prepare for my online Korean class. The cafe has huge windows along the front wall that look out over the sidewalk and main street. Sometimes I see my students walk by. Other times I have fun people watching. I was working diligently in the corner and sipping my latte sans mask so all passerby were able to see my full foreignness in the window. I looked up from my workbook to see a big kid and his…
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September 13, 털
The sixth graders were more chatty and disruptive today but I don’t take it personally anymore. If I have to stop class five times so that they can calm down from Mountain Dew or hormones or whatever, so be it. In my last class of the day, one girl stopped me as I was walking around checking writing. “Teacher, 털!” She said, excitedly pointing between the dark hair on my arms and the matching dark hair on hers. Very few of my students have any noticeable arm hair. “Hey, you’re right! Arm hair! Woohoo!” We bumped our arms together in a hairy high five approximation. I decided a long time…
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September 11, Break My Heart
We had the second debate class of this semester and were once again let down. Jenny reprimanded the students for failing to show up, and told them “I’m afraid that because of your insincerity this program will be canceled next year.” There was a smattering of apologies and promises but a leopard can’t change its spots. Three overslept, one had a fever, and so our only attendees were the student VP, who was the sole attendee last time, Hyunyung, who was the sole attendee the day we went to the museum, and my son, boy #3 who I was surprised to see. It was tough. Really tough. No matter what…
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September 8, New Friend
It was in the teacher’s lounge of my travel school that I finally talked to the highly regarded 6-2 homeroom teacher. Yana had spoken highly of him for turning around the behavior of the homeroom class– compared to the zombie-like apathy of 6-1, 6-2 is a delight. I only knew him to be young and aggressively polite; outside of 안녕하세요 we hadn’t spoken. Until this day. I scooted by him to fill up my paper cup with water and he greeted me in English. It was a miracle I didn’t drop everything in surprise. No one willingly speaks to me in English. Realizing that he had already passed the first…
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September 6, Surprise
Some days with sixth grade with hard, and some are entertaining like today, where the kids are juiced up on what I can only assume is pre-puberty hormones. We started to learn about frequency, and I had them offer their own crazy sentences: “How often do you poop?” “How often do you lie to your mom?” “How often do you fart in someone’s face?” “How often do you punch your friend?” I weaved through the desks to the tallest boy in class who sat up ramrod straight in shock. He’s a good kid, and so so easy to ruffle. “So, how often do you punch your friend?” I held out…
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August 31, Goodbye VP
After a morning of technical difficulties in my first attempt at teaching online, and last as our school will go back offline next week, I spent the afternoon watching documentaries. About halfway through the one about the attack on the US Capitol, Jack looked over my shoulder quizzically. He couldn’t read the title card and watching clashes between people in riot gear asked me, “is that Afghanistan?” I sat with the entire weight of the implication from his statement for a moment before answering, “No. It’s from the US Capitol siege.” He looked at me blankly. I couldn’t explain the enormity of it all and just repeated, “in the US.”…