Sunday, November 15, 2015

Thanksgiving Football

I didn't know this before leaving home this morning, but today is Korean Thanksgiving. Not Chuseok, which is a traditional Korean holiday, but the day in which churches across Korea give thanks to God for the harvest.

At my church we ate lots and lots of fruit, and then afterwards, my pastor asked me if I liked football, by which he meant soccer, and a bunch of us went to the Geum Gang and faced off against another church's soccer team. I didn't play but cheered heartily when we won at 4-0. (A fifth goal was scored but it was after the game ended.) It was a lot of fun.

Afterwards we all went back to church again, and ate yet more fruit - apples, pears, persimmons, pineapples, melons, bananas, and pomegranates were all included. Then we ate spicy ramen together and talked.

I asked if Koreans always play "football" on Thanksgiving, since Americans often do (play football football, I mean, not soccer). This was, apparently, a one-time event requested by the music teacher who comes to our church. (He goes to the other church but visits ours on Sunday afternoons to give lessons to our kids so they can play on the worship team.) We agreed that it would be fun to do this regularly, but after today's game we aren't sure how the other team would feel about it...

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Even the Military is Cute Here

You may have heard that absolutely everything in Korea is cute. That would be accurate.

Behold, the super cute tiger logo used in the Korean military:



The Korean below him says:

Strong Friend
Republic of Korea Army

Monday, June 29, 2015

Cats and Robbers

Not being satisfied just telling you about my little friends, I was telling a Korean friend of mine today about the cute cat I encountered recently.  He told me that in Korean a homeless cat is called a 도둑 고양이 (doduk goyangi).  I really liked this term because the literal translation is so cute - in English it means "thief cat."

Friday, June 26, 2015

Fairy Eggs

I guess eggs are magical, aren't they?

Too Cute to Pass

On my way home from work today my eye caught a flash of orange. Too curious to ignore it, I stopped and searched until I found the source - and it was worth the break!




Saturday, June 6, 2015

The Rest of My Trip

On my way back from Daeya I saw some interesting and beautiful things.











And some really strange things!



I had to know where those massive trees were going, so I followed them!

And, I'm happy to say, I found out: decorations imported from some faraway mountain to spruce up (har har?) a new apartment complex.



You Know Me...

It ain't summer without some kinda epic bicycle trip!














Actually, I didn't go that far. I just cycled around the countryside until I couldn't go any further south, then rounded back up and hit a couple of my old cycling destinations, Hoehyeon and Daeya.

Due to the outbreak of MERS, our boss gave us masks and asked us to stay in this weekend so we don't get exposed. Of course, staying inside on a beautiful day is a soul-crushing thing for me, so I said, "But cycling's okay, right?" She said it was fine in the country but to avoid places with a lot of people. I'm not too worried about getting sick but I know the parents are concerned about their kids so it'll be good if I can honestly tell my boss on Monday that I avoided virus hotbeds. Plus the countryside is really beautiful out here, as you can see. No loss for me.

And now I get to have a cherry ade while I relax in Daeya. ^^

Sunday, May 31, 2015

"Monkey Bear Korean!"

Well, it's been three months since I first started teaching the Bad Cute Kids.  Sadly, their progress is terribly below the level that it should be.  Less sadly, they continue to be super cute and frequently hilarious.  Their behavior has improved a lot, too, and I suspect it may have something to do with my recent implementation of a points system for them.

Everyday I go in and write their names on the board.  Sometimes I pretend to forget who's next or I deliberately write (and read aloud) something silly like "Chicken."  They like this and are good at correcting me.

Recently when I had written all five of their names on the board they all joked that I'd forgotten "Bear."  Since they were so persistent with this joke, I went ahead and added Bear as the last member of the game, drawing a bear instead of writing it out, and whenever the whole class didn't know something I gave the points they should have earned to Bear.

Whenever anybody does anything right - and I mean anything - I give them points.  You repeat after me?  You get a point.  You kind of sort of almost say a one-word answer intelligibly?  You get a point.  You say the wrong answer but I can see why you thought that so I figure at least you're paying attention and making an effort?  You get a point.  These kids have been so bad and so behind for so long that I'll praise them for anything.

But here's where it's effective: you speak Korean?  I erase a point.  You play with your chair?  I erase another point!  You answer when it's someone else's turn?  I erase still more!

It's really worked a lot with them.  They're starting to behave much better than before and they're actually making attempts to listen, to answer, to answer correctly, and to refrain from doing stupid stuff like pushing their friends or crawling under the table.

El Diablo has had the most success.  I think perhaps he's the smartest in terms of recognizing the consequences for his actions - it only took a day or two for him to stop speaking Korean during classtime.  The other kids have finally figured it out, but not without a lot of point bankruptcy first.

The Princess, who used to zone out like a zombie and have no idea how to answer anything I asked her, actually makes an effort during games now because she knows she can get stickers (which they collect for presents) if she racks up points and doesn't lose them.

Ms. Mischief always gets a lot of points for repeating after me but loses them just as quickly because she always sits backwards in her chair.  I erase a point while making eye contact with her, and she grins with that "I know it's bad but I'm going to keep on doing it" smile that has become her trademark, and then proceeds to stand on her chair, which is even worse.  She brings her lack of points upon herself.

The Howler answers really well except for his unintelligible mumblings, but he, too, loses points faster than he can recover them for speaking in Korean.  El Diablo loves to say, "Teacher!  (The Howler) Korean!" to alert me, as if I didn't know that grumply mumply noise was the Howler attempting to converse.  The Howler sees me erase the point, then, outraged, immediately turns on El Diablo and starts saying mean things to him in Korean, thus depleting most of his remaining points.

The Barbarian has improved a lot and is getting better at not speaking Korean, but sometimes she forgets and just suddenly blurts something out, usually involving her sticker count, and usually to Ms. Mischief.

Occasionally I'll be busy having class and forget that Bear is there, but the Barbarian reminds me.  She says, always suddenly and urgently, "Teacher!  Bear!"  So then I'll ask Bear something, and I'll make some gruff answer, and I'll ask them if it's right or not.  Sometimes he's right and sometimes he's not.

Last week I started to draw Bear but they unanimously insisted, "Chicken!  Teacher, chicken!"  So I gave Bear wings and a rooster tail and chicken feet and said, "Okay, it's Bear Chicken!"  They loved that.  Unfortunately, Bear Chicken speaks much less Korean than they do, which means that sometimes Bear Chicken has more points than certain students (*cough* the Howler *cough*).  I always point this out to them - "Whaaat?  Bear Chicken has five points?  You have only two points?  Because Bear Chicken didn't speak Korean, but you spoke Korean...hmm..."

At the end of the week they were ready for something new.  I started drawing Bear Chicken when they urged me, "Teacher, no!  Monkey Bear!"  So I drew Monkey Bear.  But once again Monkey Bear had several points and certain students' point banks had dwindled down to two or three (or zero!) because they spoke too much Korean.  The Barbarian, shrewd little hamster face that she is, watched in horror as I erased one more point from under her name and then quickly, almost desperately, informed me, "Teacher!  Monkey Bear Korean!"

I said, "What?  Monkey Bear spoke Korean?  Really?"  Monkey Bear had points to spare so I scolded Monkey Bear for speaking Korean and erased one point.

But the next time I erased one of the Barbarian's points, guess what happened?

"Teacher!  Monkey Bear Korean!"

I see what you did there!  So I said, "What?  Monkey Bear spoke Korean again?  Really?"

And El Diablo, perhaps one of the more honest ones, insisted, "Teacher, no!  Monkey Bear no Korean!"  Good to know you'll stand up for what's right, kid.

So now I won't erase points for Monkey Bear's alleged Korean anymore.  But I keep my eye on the Barbarian, who's smart enough to try to get Monkey Bear's points erased so she can win.

Let the Monkey Bear Olympics begin!

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Bear!

...or:  

A Typical Phonics Class with the Bad Cute Kids

Me: (holding up the flashcard with A) Hmm, what's this?

El Diablo: (slinks under the table)

The Barbarian: (glares hard at the flashcard, maybe waiting in case it jumps)

The Howler: (sneaks a hand towards El Diablo to initiate unauthorized playtime)

The Princess: (stares blankly ahead with eyes half-closed and mouth half-open)

Ms. Mischief: A!

Me: Big or small A?

Ms. Mischief: Big Nay!

Me: Good job!  What's this (holding up small a)

Ms. Mischief: Mm...

The Barbarian: Bear!

Me: No.

The Howler: (in Korean) My mom is coming later!

Me: It's small a!

Ms. Mischief and the Barbarian: Small a!

El Diablo: (starts singing a random Korean song)

The Princess: (still staring blankly with her mouth open, not blinking)

Me: A is for...  (shows the apple flashcard)

The Barbarian: Bear!

Ms. Mischief: Uh...

El Diablo: (climbing up from under the table) Apple!

Me: Good job!  (showing the big B flashcard)  Now what's this?

The Barbarian and Ms. Mischief: Big B!

Me:  Good job!

El Diablo: (after hearing others being praised)  Big B!

Me: (showing small b flashcard) What's this?

The Barbarian: Bear!

Me: No!

Ms. Mischief: B!

Me: Big or small B?

The Barbarian: Big small B!

The Princess: (status unchanged since start of class)

The Howler: (in Korean) My mom (blah blah unintelligible-even-to-my-Korean-co-teacher-stuff) later!

Me: What's this?  (still showing the small b flashcard)

Ms. Mischief: B!

The Barbarian: (frantically) Uhh~~~BIG SMALL B!!!

Me: (knocking on the table to wake the Princess up from her stupor)  Small b!

The Princess: (very startled)  Small b!  (then, realizing she was the first to answer correctly, smiles very, very smugly at the others, announcing in Korean) Everyone, I answered first!  Did you hear?  I answered first!  (continues saying this over and over again in Korean while I ask new questions and the other students just ignore her)

El Diablo: (slinks under the table again)

Me: What is B for?  B is for...

Ms. Mischief: Apple!

Me: No!  A is for apple.  B is for...

The Barbarian: (sunshine practically exploding from her face)  BEAR!!!

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

The Slurping Ventriloquist

Yesterday I was minding my own business, eating lunch with the Bad Cute Kids, when suddenly this bizarre sound erupted in the classroom.  It was the sound you'd expect to hear if you blew on your arm to imitate a fart noise.  It was too loud and strange to be real, I was sure, so I looked around for the fart ventriloquist.  Lo and behold it wasn't someone doing fart imitations at all - it was the Barbarian finishing off her soup with a stronger-than-a-black-hole SLURRRRRP!

El Diablo Thinks He's Finished

I teach my kindergarten students for two forty-minute periods and give them breaks before, after, and between said periods.  During this time they can drink water, go to the bathroom, or go select a present if they've been awarded enough stickers to exchange for one.

The other day I was helping some of the Bad Cute Kids line up for water when El Diablo staggered down the hall towards the lobby area with his pants around his knees, tugging his underwear up.

"Hey!" I said, calling his name.  "Go do that in the bathroom!"

He just tugged on his underwear more and said, "I finished!"  Then his pants fell down the rest of the way.

I pointed back the hall and tried not to laugh.  "You are definitely not finished!"

Monday, March 30, 2015

The Barbarian Misbehaves at Home

The hamster-faced Barbarian always slurps her soup - and loudly - during lunch.  Today she suddenly announced to me, in Korean and in a very matter-of-fact tone, that her mother made her put her arms up at home last night.  (Telling kids to hold their arms up over their heads is a common form of discipline here.)

I faux-gasped and answered her in English.  "Why?" I said.  "You didn't listen to your mother?"

Despite their lack of English ability, I think my students already have quite a lot of experience with the phrase "didn't listen," so she may have understood it.

She just nodded and stared down at her tray, after which Ms. Mischief quickly shoved a thumbs-down at her and shouted, "Bad!"

I'm sure if the Barbarian had known divulging information about her personal life would have ended so unhappily for her she would have chosen not to share.  But then again, that's one of the defining traits of the Barbarian - her uninhibited drive to follow any and every impulse as soon as it flings its way into her head.

But don't worry - the Barbarian is in good company.  The CD player started playing without the teacher's permission today, so I made it sit in the baby chair.

I should mention here that I also teach the Barbarian's older sister, who is a year older than the Barbarian and whom I've taught since Korean age 5 also, and last year the Sister would frequently show me a colored pencil that had snapped or otherwise was thwarting its own usefulness, inform me fiercely, "Colored pencil is not listening!" and then plop it in the baby chair.

Ah, I love these kids.

...Yes, even the bad ones.

Excuse Me - I Need to Use the Wedding Gallery

While attending my co-worker's wedding, I saw this tasteful sign:



I should mention that the Korean word there (화장실) means bathroom.

Friday, March 27, 2015

Your Grandmother Poured Her Sweat and Tears Into This Floor, You Know!

Another hilarious test answer for your viewing pleasure:

Q: What does your grandmother do with a broom?

A: My grandmother sweat the floor with a broom.

Yeah, I'm sure mine did, too, kid.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

The Bad Cute Kids

Meet my new kindergarten class, competing right now with all they've got for the title of Craziest Class I've Ever Taught.  They're five years old Korean age, which means they're really about three or four by Western standards.  They're all cute in different ways, but they are also all really, really bad.  Usually I get one or two bad kids per class, but this class is five for five.  It's gonna be a crazy year!

Anyway, meet the lineup:

Ms. Mischief:
Good at repeating after me.  The most engaged student in the class at any given time.  Participates the most.  Also enjoys making trouble.  Runs around screaming with El Diablo during breaktime.  Uses her powers of naughtiness to move the baby chair (a timeout place for students who have misbehaved) across the room whenever - and I do mean whenever - I'm not looking.

El Diablo:
So named because he loves to bother all his classmates by putting his feet on their chairs, throwing their things, and in general harassing them.  Smallest, tiniest kid you'll ever meet.  (Actually, no.  Maybe slightly bigger than a girl in my class two years ago.  That kid was so tiny she'd literally fall in the toilet if no one was holding onto her.  She was smart, but I think the fear of being flushed away was the deciding factor when she decided to stop coming.  Anyway.)  El Diablo's face has the teeniest little features and he takes himself very seriously.  He knows how to pull that face you'd expect from a CEO - the one where his head is slightly back, his eyebrows are slightly up, and he'd look down his nose at you if he were more than a few feet tall and had a nose big enough to look over.  When it's breaktime he can't quite remember how to ask if he can drink some water, so I always have to prompt him, but then he always cuts me off, pats his stomach very seriously, and says, "내가," meaning he wants to say it by himself.  (I should point out that he should be using 제가 because he's just a kid and I'm his teacher.  내가 is what you use to someone your age or lesser status.  My Korean co-teacher even commented to me that these kids are rude because they speak to her in the wrong politeness level all the time when they speak Korean.  I'd almost consider calling El Diablo the Little Prince, except that really this next kid would be more deserving of it.  Except I have a better nickname for him.

The Howler:
Screamed - if anything, that'd be an understatement - everyday for two and a half weeks.  Latched on to Mother du Jour (whichever poor desk teacher he'd chosen to be his surrogate for the day) and wouldn't let go.  Got into the habit of throwing nasty, horrific tantrums every time anyone expected anything of him (like that he should attend class).  I felt bad for him at first because he seemed actually traumatized.  It got to the point, though, where the desk teachers couldn't ever get any work done because he would just scream and scream and scream unless they sat with him and played with him all day.  Finally my Korean co-teacher pulled out all the stops and dragged the Howler into class and put her foot down so hard that his stubbornness gave way.  Like magic, he's been fine ever since.  I'm still waiting for the awards ceremony when everyone at our academy applauds my co-teacher's heroic actions.  If not for her everyone would still be unable to get anything done all day long.

The Princess:
One of the two fat-faced kids.  I know it's not good to have favorites, but I have to say the fat-faced kids are my favorites because of their sheer cuteness.  Their cheeks billow out like puffy balloons and their faces are so round.  They're super cute.  The Princess has frizzy hair (a perm electrified?) and in cold weather she comes in in this huge fur (or something like it) coat that seriously looks like some kind of crazy royal garb from Disney Princess Land.  She almost never pays attention in class and just sits there, thinking about whatever she thinks about.  But when we do activity book pages she's the best at following my instructions and coloring nicely.  She rarely answers during class, but when she does, she immediately turns to everyone with an air of haughtiness and demands, in Korean, that everyone acknowledge that she said the right answer first.  If she feels she is denied this praise, she immediately turns her head, sticks her nose in the air, and makes a little "Hmph!" noise.  She's so snooty and it's so bad, so I try not to encourage it, but when she's not around I laugh when I think of it, because her voice is really high and soft and it's super cute when she says it.

And last, but definitely not least...

The Barbarian:
She, too, has a hamster face.  She is super cute.  She's also very bad, but in a strange way.  She has absolutely no self-control at all, whatsoever.  She just follows her impulses immediately, all the time, even with stuff she knows is bad and, I suspect, didn't actually want to do.  For example, she will suddenly start scribbling on the table.  I'll say, "No, no!  We don't do that!"  And, without even looking at me, she'll immediately get up, go get a tissue, and come back and start scrubbing off her coloring.  I call her the Barbarian because she's very wild.  Like a girl who came from the jungle.  She's always climbing on the chairs and leaping on the tables and crawling on the floor and slithering downstairs and generally doing sneaky and impulsive things as if by instinct.  The most hilarious thing is that her expression never changes.  She has a super cute, fat, expressionless face at all times.  Happy face: fat cheeks, straight mouth, slit eyes.  Sad face: fat cheeks, straight mouth, slit eyes.  Angry face: fat cheeks, straight mouth, slit eyes.  I think that's what I love about her.  As if by instinct, she just suddenly gets up, flings herself at the board, begins erasing fervently even though she knows better.  Then, when I say "Baby chair?" she immediately, without looking at me, dashes back to her chair, then pauses as if tugged by some unseen force to go back to doing naughty things, then flops down.  And all through it she has the same uber cute, expressionless face.  It's just too funny.

I'm thinking about bringing in earplugs to work soon, though.  With El Diablo and Ms. Mischief running through the halls and shrieking, and the Barbarian squawking and squealing at random for no apparent reason, it's a wonder I can hear at all when lunchtime rolls around.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

11 Street Magic

I've been knitting (okay, more like attempting to) recently, but I don't have a tapestry needle or a crochet hook, and it seems like having one of those might improve my track record with fixing mistakes.  (So far I seem to make things worse when I attempt corrections and end up ripping out the whole thing I've been working on.  Alas...)  So I thought I'd check out 11 Street, one of the popular on-line shopping sites over here.

Check out their categories:


I figured the hobby section would be a good place to look.  Unfortunately, the listings under hobbies were actually quite limited.  But the most promising sub-category was also the most mysterious:


Who knew?  Cross-stitching is magic!

Check out the other sections and their sub-categories.  There's a lot of fun stuff to explore.  Notice how gun-heavy the "Outdoor Fun" section is...maybe that's why they need the final category dedicated just to self-defense.  Interesting, though, that it's a hobby.  Or a gift.  Or a flower.

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Sick Food

It's winter and I'm really sick again - sore throat, painful cough, runny nose, and too much congestion to breathe.

But kimchi jjigae (or kimchi stew; 김치 찌개 in Korean) was made for days like these.



Spicy and boiling, it really hits the spot.