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Whimsy

Monday, November 12th, 2012

I rag on the first graders a lot. I complain about them to the other teachers, to my friends, and on this blog. The first graders are not as mature as the second graders, I see them less, they respect me less, they’re younger, etc. However, I do really like the first graders, even if they’re not my darling second graders (and once they finally become second graders, I adore them). I especially like them right around this time of year – they’re settling down but they’ve still got that touch of whimsy that a lot of the second graders as a result of buckling down for the Suneung (there’s a countdown in one of the second grade homerooms – 359 days until they take it) have lost.

Remember this kid? He’s been switching it up. Today he didn’t even ask me how I was. I guess he thinks we’ve progressed past small talk and onto topics of the heart. I was walking around outside after lunch, and as I walked past the soccer field he and another first grade boy broke off from their game and ran towards me.

This Kid: HIIIIIIIIIIII!
Other Kid: HIIIIIIIIIIII!
Me: HIIIIIIIIIIII!
This Kid to the other kid: 야 왜 인사 했어? 에밀리 쌤에 말하지마! [Hey, why did you greet her? Don't talk to Emily teacher!]
This Kid to me: DO YOU KNOW I AM YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Me: Yes. You told me last week.
This Kid: THEN WHY ARE YOU SO FRIENDLY WITH HIM?
Other Kid to This Kid: She loves me best.
Other Kid to me: One day I will marry you.
Me: No, I’m sorry, the age difference is too big. It would be bad.
Other Kid: Age is just… just a-
This Kid: WAIT THREE YEARS. I WILL GRADUATE HERE THEN I WILL BE A UNIVERSITY. THEN I WILL BE NO LONGER A STUDENT.
Me: No… you’ll still be a student. Just a university student.
This Kid: IT DOES NOT MATTER.
Me: Yeah. Sorry. Not happening. See you later.
This Kid: BUT I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.

I then ran into one of my club class kids. He was talking with some other first graders, and using his hands to sweep the gorgeous neon yellow ginko leaves into a pile. I asked what he was doing, as he picked up giant armful, and he sheepishly looked at me and replied “Sometimes I am a little crazy” and threw them in the air, grinning as they came raining down on his head.

Em in Asia! 2012-11-06 00:14:30

Tuesday, November 6th, 2012

This kid. Everytime I see him, it’s almost the exact same conversation. He’ll scream at me from across wherever, regardless of who else is around, and ask how I am.

EMILY HOW ARE YOU?

I’m fine, how are you?

I’MFINETHANKYOUANDYOU?

… I’m also fine.

GOOD SEE YOU LATER.

His friends egg him on, as do all of the teachers. This kid has no fear. His English is lower level than most of the students that choose to talk to me, he’s a half foot shorter than everyone in his friend group, and because he’s a first grader I’ve taught him a grand total of maybe fifteen times, but he’s fierce – a fierce little hipster kid with glasses, a giant muffler, and a cooler version of a bowl cut.

Today I ran into him twice. The first conversation went almost exactly like the one above, shouted at me as I walked into school slightly late this morning. The second conversation happened just now, after lunch, when I was with two other teachers who speak English well.

HI I AM YOUR BEST FRIEND. YOU KNOW THAT?

Haha yes I do. How are you?

I’M FINE.

[I wait for the "thank you and you, and it doesn't come, rendering me momentarily stunned.]

DO YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU?

… Um. Yes. Yes I do. Thank you.

OKAY!

Where are you going now?

I AM GOING TO STUDY.

Ah, where will you study?

I WILL STUDY WHERE I STUDY EVERYDAY IN MY CLASSROOM.

Okay. Good luck! Study hard!

THANKYOUBYE.

He then went to the convenience store to buy ice cream, not his classroom.