Not In My Contract



I know that as a teacher, I am not supposed to have favorite students, but let’s not kid ourselves. I did and his name was Tim. At the ripe age of 5 (Korean age so 4 Western age) he had the voice of a 60 year old chain smoker and the hair that reminded me of a Troll doll. Everyday when I walked into class, I was greeted with a gruff ‘Chess Teacher!’ (L’s are difficult to say in Korean, especially for kindergarten kids). He was my buddy during class and that one special student who could turn a bad day around. Until one day when he did something and I knew I just didn’t love him ‘that’ much. During class he suddenly asked if he could go to the bathroom in the sing song tone we had taught them. May I go to the bathroom? Only this time he started tugging on my hand to go with him. Umm no, you can go on your own dear. Well after five minutes of not returning I went into the hall to try and find him. From far off in the distance I could hear ‘Chess! Chessee Teacher!’ Running into the bathroom I could see him sitting patiently with his head propped up in his hands. As soon as he saw me he went into a position that can only be best described as downward dog. Looking around confused I had him stand up and pull his pants up. Apparently this is not what we wanted because he pushed my hands away and assumed the position once again. Finally, refusing to wipe the hiney of a student (I have limits), I went to my boss and told her that he kept speaking in Korean and I had ‘no idea’ what he wanted (sometimes lying is the right answer guys). Apparently wiping students behinds was something they oh so conveniently forgot to put in my job description.

Bad Days and Timmy Tim

just when i thought i was having a bad day, this little man strolls in, wraps his arms around you and give me a kiss on the cheek.

teaching kindi was probably one of the most challenging experiences of the year. for the first three months, these kids cannot communicate with you in the slightest. you might be able to get the alphabet out of them  and the rest is charades practice (which i have mastered over the year). but now looking back, i’ve realized that it has been the most rewarding experience. i have seen these kids go from no english, to being able to communicate and have small conversations with them. out of the 100+ kids i have taught this year, i’m going to miss my kiddos most of all.

Inappropriate or Funny?

john and his twin brother timmy (john is the one on the right)

you may have heard some of my stories about funny things my students say or do that wouldn’t be appropriate in the states but since i’m in another country, and there’s a major language and cultural barrier, it comes of as funny. the one student that has more of these “funny” stories than anyone else is john. he is one of my six year olds and one day in class we were playing a game where i yell out a color or shape and they have to find it in the room. i yelled rectangle and they all rushed to the door, i yelled white and they all run to the whiteboard. you get the point. the next shape i yelled was circle, and while everyone ran in a different direction, john ran straight for me and grabbed my boob. well at least he got the shape right. when asked by one of the korean teachers why he did that, his response was “they are bigger than my moms”. touche john.

yesterday john threw a crayon across the room and when told to go pick it up, he casually walks by me and again, cops a grab. when asked why, his response was “because she was there.” 
during these “incidents” i have to hide my laughter while i tell him that it is definitely not ok to do that.
thank you john for always keeping me on my toes