선생님... Teacher... Amond Teacher...Supermanda Teacher...

Student: Teacher, do you have a boyfriend?

Me: No, I don't have a boyfriend.

Student: Teacher, do you know what I think? This is just what I think. I think boys all over the world like you... and I think that you have a lot of boyfriends and you go and kiss them all.


Being called a whore by a 9-year-old isn't exactly a compliment, so I smiled, said "No way" and changed the subject to pizza. Pizza is always a good distraction for kids, they know what it is... all over the world... and they like it.


Ch-ch-changes.

Along with some obnoxious staff changes and stress inducing schedule additions, I've found myself placed with the new 5-year-olds again. I can't deny, I love the babies... even if they don't speak any English, whatsoever.

These new babies think I'm Korean and that I speak Korean, which most of the new students at least semi-think. Even one little girl who is terrified of, well, everything... clings on to me whenever I try and leave the classroom. I find her adorable, as well as her classmates, including Jaehoon, AKA Ryan.

This little guy wasn't scared of me at all from the beginning. Despite speaking no English, he's tried to feed me an eraser that I taught him looked like chocolate...colored a picture of me as a green Seonsaengnim (teacher)... and actually colored me green by chasing me with a green colored pencil, which I was unaware can actually color skin.  He has to be the cutest student yet, but as always, I like the little misbehaved misfits.


Tequila... soju...

Somehow, the word burrito is uncommon here, and people generally haven't any idea what one is, so I've had to explain this wonderful food many times while I've been in Korea. Without much insight to what a burrito is, one of my students did know about tequila and when I didn't understand his accent, he showed me how to take a shot (luckily, he only threw his head back with an imaginary shotglass in hand). He is, 10.. maybe?

My 8-year-olds talk about the drink "father" likes and comes home red faced and dizzy after drinking. Soju.

How cute, my future little AA leaders of the world.


Fail.

Well, I'm pretty sure I just washed a jacket I wasn't supposed to, my cleaned apartment still looks like a disaster and there's more dishes in the sink even after my unintended company secretly washed them for me Saturday night. I'm disgusting. I'm calling it a night for now, but I'll hopefully bring more tales soon~



Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country. ~Anais Nin