Hey!
You, hey!
Don't do that.
What are you doing?
Show me your hands.
What is that?
Glue?
You're smelling glue?
Don't do that.
It's his glue?
Why is it all over your hands?
I don't care.
No you can't wash it.
Sit there with a hand full of glue and think about what you've done.
Because. I. Said. So.
It must be said, I love being in charge.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Autumn in Korea
The weather
Is blessedly cooler
When I open my window a cool breeze enters
Autumnal melancholy follows
So do the mosquitoes
They bite me
so many times toomanytimes
Insert vampirical pop culture reference
Yet the swift wind ushers in relief
and my swass free ass rejoices
The wind
It also brings the sounds of my neighbours domestic violence
A witty follow up would be inappropriate here
too soon
too soon.
Do they know the irony
That October is domestic violence awareness month?
I am aware.
And horrified.
And still,
The weather is cooler.
It's okay to steal persimmons from your neighbour if he hits his wife, right?
Is blessedly cooler
When I open my window a cool breeze enters
Autumnal melancholy follows
So do the mosquitoes
They bite me
so many times toomanytimes
Insert vampirical pop culture reference
Yet the swift wind ushers in relief
and my swass free ass rejoices
The wind
It also brings the sounds of my neighbours domestic violence
A witty follow up would be inappropriate here
too soon
too soon.
Do they know the irony
That October is domestic violence awareness month?
I am aware.
And horrified.
And still,
The weather is cooler.
It's okay to steal persimmons from your neighbour if he hits his wife, right?
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Forgive me father, for I have sinned.
Today I killed a bug in anger.
It wasn't bothering me. It wasn't in my house. It wasn't even moving. But I was angry because for the 10,000th time this year I'm getting sick and I'm tired of coughing. I'm so, so tired and so I stomped it. I've been in a semi-permanent state of illness since March and yet I've still not come up with a solution to the projectile-phlegm-into-hand problem. Slurp it back into your mouth? Stuff your hand into your pocket and deal with the dry crusties later? There's no right answer.
In my defence my students call this kind of insect 'China Bug.' Dirty China Bug to be exact. I'm not sure if they mean the bug is dirty, or China, or maybe both. In any case it's inferior to Korean bugs, which I would never kill in anger.
Except for mosquitos.
It wasn't bothering me. It wasn't in my house. It wasn't even moving. But I was angry because for the 10,000th time this year I'm getting sick and I'm tired of coughing. I'm so, so tired and so I stomped it. I've been in a semi-permanent state of illness since March and yet I've still not come up with a solution to the projectile-phlegm-into-hand problem. Slurp it back into your mouth? Stuff your hand into your pocket and deal with the dry crusties later? There's no right answer.
In my defence my students call this kind of insect 'China Bug.' Dirty China Bug to be exact. I'm not sure if they mean the bug is dirty, or China, or maybe both. In any case it's inferior to Korean bugs, which I would never kill in anger.
Except for mosquitos.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
I find your language strange.
Today a boy of about five looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Hello teacher. Blah blah de blee blo bladdy blah blah bloo."
I looked back at him and said "Anyonghaseyo. Ehyo, yehyo, kaka seyo imnida, eh, eh," followed by a series of grunts.
Sounds about right.
I looked back at him and said "Anyonghaseyo. Ehyo, yehyo, kaka seyo imnida, eh, eh," followed by a series of grunts.
Sounds about right.
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