"Don't Go"

The other day in one of my older classes we were playing Sorry and I said, “Don’t Go!” which was immediately followed by uncontrollable laughter. According to the Korean teachers “Don’t Go” sounds a lot like the Korean slang word for “anus.” Nice. I can’t blame them for finding it funny. In college I would laugh hysterically (and immaturely) as my Asian Economics professor would tell us to please get out our “work shits.”

School has been kicking my butt (or should I say my “Don’t Go”) lately. Yet another class was added to my schedule, and I had to pick up an extra class for my director today. I really shouldn’t complain because my new class is filled with tiny adorable kids. There’s this little boy named Dale (horrible name for a Korean 1st grader) who is so freaking cute, and then there’s little Thomas. He struggles and really should be in a lower level, but he follows me around like a little puppy dog with adoring eyes. I think I stepped on him about ten times today. Oops.

Today I had a great time teaching comparative adjectives to my older class. I love adjectives. Insert nerdy giggle interrupted by snorts. We drew pictures of people who were “fat” and “fatter” “short” and “shorter”, etc and gave them fun names like “pigman,” and “hobbit.” I taught them how to play “Spoons” (I deal out three cards, they take one and pass it to the person next to them and so on until someone has a match. The person who has the match grabs a spoon and then it’s a free-for-all for the rest of the spoons. Whoever doesn’t grab one gets an “S”. The first person to spell Spoon is out) and it was hilarious to watch them get into it. It made me feel good, because at times they can be so apathetic.

I’m staying in Daejeon this weekend for the first time since I’ve been back from Christmas break. I think I’m going to hike the mountain near my apartment in search of the allusive fortress and hopefully volunteer at the orphanage on Saturday. I could definitely use a chill weekend.

So thrilled to have their picture taken.