Wednesday, October 27, 2010

I don't care

You, hey!
Don't do that.
What are you doing?
Show me your hands.
What is that?
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.

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?

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.

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.