But... Their points are semi-valid. I was speaking to someone the other day who told me a true horror story. They work at a Hagwon, a private study school that many Korean children go to AFTER they go to regular school. These places are super intensive and all the kids in my class that go hate it. They have a reputation as being really sketchy at times and even criminal at worst. I guess there is a real problem with children having to go to the hospital because their hair is falling out due to the overwhelming stress. This happens to kids as young as 4! It just makes me glad the I have a good school and great co-workers... So far...
I am still fascinated by the shirts with English phrases on them. Today a girl, probably 11 years old, walked into my classroom wearing a shirt that said in big red letters, "Cigarettes and Whiskey", I was kind of shocked at first but then I had to stop myself from laughing. I wonder if she, or anyone else in the school for that matter knows what it means? Probably not, it was like a little joke just for me. Another kid was wearing a shirt that said "NBA - Boston Feltics", yes, with an F. Also, when I was in Seoul, I saw a girl that was no more than 12 or 13 wearing a shirt that said "Rock out with your Cock out". Good stuff... And good advise. I really want to start my own line of clothing, at least shirts.
Some phrases would be:
"One in one's hand is appropriate for 2 in one's house"
"How can she play American cool football, with passion and fashion"
"It's a piece of cake to procure a severe tarter problem" ( This one's pretty clever I thought )
"How much for the alligator?"
"My viscosity will increase with honor and equivalence, Monkey Balls"
But I digress...
Because all the students and teachers have to take off their shoes inside the school, the floors are super nice. And because the students have to clean them for 1 period out of the 8 every day, they are super clean and slick. I just found out today that I can slide, Risky Business style, a good 15 feet (I wasn't wearing tighty whities). It's pretty fun. No children were in the room of course, I have to maintain some kind of professionalism.
But this got me thinking.
Were my teachers in the past really the boring, mundane people that most of them pretended to be? As Woody Allen once said, "My education was dismal. I went to a series of schools for mentally disturbed teachers."... Or were my previous teachers really super massive insane party animals that just put on a short sleeve shirt and pocket protector to give them something to do while the clubs were closed? Furthermore, this makes me wonder if all of my teachers in the past have been thinking some of the same things that I have been thinking this week.
For instance:
If all 35 of these kids attacked me, could I defend myself, and defeat them?
Could I jump from desk to desk, lilly pad style?
Just as I was writing the last paragraph my co-teacher came into my room and handed me an envelope, It contained my Alien Registration Card. I am now an official alien. And I got my passport back. I thought it was kind of sketch that they kept it. I would like to be able to dip out of this place if some crazy shit goes down, but I'm not anticipating any James Bond stuff to happen, I hope.
One question I have heard from multiple sources is, "Are you an announcer or a newscaster?" I guess my voice really carries and, compared to other voices here, I can project like that soccer announcer on the Mexican channel. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL". So if this teaching thing doesn't work out, look for me on Korean TV!
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