I just got home from school. I walked in, took off my cardigan (which proved suffocating after ten this morning), set a litre of water boiling -- to drink later, since the tap water is rumored to be unpotable -- rinsed a handful of cherry tomatoes I bought on the way home, opened a Pilsner Urquell and sat down to write.
I realize you know little of my daily life, so because today was so average, I find it apt for sharing.
Since we've started at the current time, let's work backwards from here. I bought the tomatoes at a roadside truck selling at least 10 different native fruits and vegetables (and kiwis and bananas from some far-off land). They cost 5000won ($4) for about three kilos. That's enough to feed me for a week, if I make sauces every dinner, eat some at lunch, and snack on them like I'm doing now. Produce is cheap here, so long as it's grown in the country. Beef, on the other hand, is not. There's not much space for cows so they demand a premium. Tariffs and protectionist policies (which I heartily approve of) keep the Korean ranchers from being undersold by the American Meat Machine.
On the way to the tomatoes I passed a number of other street vendors selling maternity and baby clothes, cell phones from some national Telecom, and more, but I wasn't paying attention. I met a number of students on the way, in groups of twos and threes. Most of them just yelled, "Samporduh!!" and waved, while a couple of them asked how I was and replied to my query, "Finethanksyou?"
I have two favorite student interactions. First are the ones where I ask them a question in Korean and they answer in perfect English. For example, the third grader I saw today who, when I asked her "Odie ga-yo?" (Where are you going?), gave me a look of puzzlement, and said as clearly as an American kid, "My house."
The second favorite interaction is where they ask me obvious questions in Korean, like, "Weigookin?" (Are you a foreigner?) Umm... probably?
For the last four hours of school following lunch I did two things: 1) I emailed a couple of people and chatted with my parents, my girlfriend and a friend in Iraq. 2) I read about how to make Japanese ponds -- my first project on arriving home in Covington is to reform our prodigal backyard. (Prodigal, as in it keeps coming back in horrible shape.)
[On a side note: since Tomatoes are semi-poisonous, just how many of these things can I eat before I suffer their negative effects?]
For lunch I ate PB&J, a banana and a chocolate bar. Which is a bit juvenile, but I didn't feel like exerting effort. I read a chapter of Jhumpa Lahiri's The Namesake as well.
In the morning I had four nearly identical classes in a row. I started each class with my co-teacher, saying Hello, and What's The Date Today and those sorts of things, while I loaded the CD from the national curriculum. I administered a reading test to the few students who were away at science or water-rocket launching competitions yesterday. Once the CD loaded, I clicked on various videos and we asked the students to explain what they saw / heard. I gave a pop quiz on one of the longer videos, with mind-rending questions like, "Where was the boy?" (Possible answers: gift shop, toy shop, New York City, the USA) and "Why didn't the boy buy the toy helicopter?" (It was too expensive. He was in the Statue of Liberty gift shop -- what'd he expect?)
I'd arrived at school just after 8:30, gotten up just after 7:30 and slept last night around 4:30 (with the summer heat comes insomnia). Breakfast was frosted flakes composed of 74% corn (the rest is...?) and soy milk.
Back to the present: on the docket for the evening: maybe meeting friends after they get off work from the hagwons around nine tonight. In the meantime, putting some finishing touches on the beta of my new website, http://sharearchy.com, watching the rest of From Here to Eternity and practicing my French.
Yes, French, because it's just about time to depart this country -- perhaps for good, perhaps not. And French is a useful language, not to mention it's easier than Korean for a native-English speaker.
Showing posts with label children. Show all posts
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May 14, 2009
October 21, 2008
Context, Details, Teaching English
Let me give you some context.
Korea is like a neck and Gyeongsangnam-do is like the necklace, from which three pendants hang. Tongyeong is those diamonds laid on a bed of mother of pearl, which is the sea. The necklace and the neck are emerald mountains speckled with vermillion and amber sapphires: tufts of turning leaves.
You can see chocolate stones jutting from the oyster sand beneath the clear seas. The coves are shallow, but the channels are deep. Ships weave between islets. This land the fantasy writers dreamed to design. I walk through close streets, neon-lit. My eyes are light; now every turn brings something new. Foreign words for foreign concepts, hastily beloved. Shillbe, choding hakkyo, noribong.
Here I'm a celebrity. Here I have three arms. My tongue makes two statements: what I meant, and "aberration". Here I am "handsome teacher", like Quasimodo.
Here people I've never met pay for my food, secretly. I go to pay and the owner says, "Anyo, anyo." No, no. It's paid.
I've had the chance to test my philosophy. And it's strong. I'm happy.
To be specific:
Over the weekend the sixth graders went on a fieldtrip to Seoul. I spent the day coaxing them towards English explanations. They saw parliment, the money museum and science museum (it sounds like New York's Museum of Natural History plus robots), the President's house (named the "Blue House" for its roof), and the largest amusement park in Korea. Their favorite part of the trip? I'll give you one guess.
They adored the 50m tall, 60mph, 77 degree decline on what is perhaps the scariest looking wooden roller coaster I've ever seen. I would not board that thing unless my family and friends' lives depended on it. They liked staying up late and eating snacks and talking and watching TV. Ah, at least some things never change. Not that I mind change, but really, I think we had more fun on bus trips. I asked them what they did on the drive to Seoul. They said, in order of frequency: MP3s! Cellphone Games! Nintendo DS! Sleep! Talk!
WHAT? What happened to SONGS? Summer camp songs!? Not that I can remember any of them. And the Alphabet game? License Plates? Slugbug? Books!? I'm not sure if I was easily entertained or if childhood has been irreversibly dislodged from the human experience. Ah-gup-dah, to say the least. Ahgupdah means disappointed. I'm not going to hazard a guess at the Korean spelling. Ok I am: 아급다
I'm learning Hangul as quick as I can. Today was my day to learn words and promptly forget them, but yesterday went better. I don't have a Hangul course or textbook or anything so I'm picking it up randomly where I can, from fellow teachers, friends, street signs, wherever. I learned ahgupdah from playing Billiards.
Oh right, billiards. You're not going to believe people do this to themselves. In Korea, men, for pure amusement (and possibly for camaraderie) play billiards. I'm not talking about pocket ball, commonly known as "pool" in the States. Billiards has no pockets, though otherwise the table is traditional. I played two different but connected games: 4 ball and 3 cushion. 4 ball is relatively easy: hit you cue ball so that it hits both red balls on the table without hitting the other team's cue ball. Easy easy. Not. Once you've done that maybe 25 times, you're done warming up. Now it's time for 3 cushion. In three cushion there are multiple levels. The first involves hitting your cue ball so that it hits a red ball, hits exactly three cushions and then hits the other red ball. Which is easier than the second level in which you have to hit three cushions and then BOTH red balls.
Oriupdah. Difficult. Said difficulty meant I said ahgupdah all night long. I scored 2 points. My partner scored at least 30. These guys are amazing. They examine the table, muse for two or maybe three seconds, lean over, aim and bam, cue ball hits both reds.
Me? Oh I examine the table. I note that the table is green. I note that red ball #2 is not conveniently placed. I muse for 10 maybe 20 seconds. No timely typhoon or earthquake distracts my companions, so I leave red ball #2 where it is. I lean over, say the rosary and bam, my cue ball hits red ball #1, then gravitates towards wherever red ball #2 isn't -- usually the other cue ball. I stand up, say ahgupdah with some conviction, accept condolences and pretend I have faith I'll figure this game out.
But don't tell anyone.
Teaching English
The second round with the third graders went well. If you keep them distracted and repeating everything you say, they don't have time to form coalitions and impeach you. They absolutely love learning and I absolutely love the way they call me "Mr. Sample".
Back to the 6th graders and today's lesson and my philosophy: When I mentioned the songs we'd sing on bus trips, one of the male students called me the Korean equivalent of "baby", an epithet which incited the other male students to my defense. They insisted I guard my honor and fight the student on the spot. I politely declined and proceeded to explain I'd rather shake his hand and make a friend than punch his lights out and make an enemy. To which one of the nicer students called me "Gandhi". At which point I realized I was breaking Epictetus' maxim of never explaining your philosophy, but rather living it. So I shook the kid's hand and moved on.
Crisis averted.
On a(n even) funnier note: today at lunch some of my 4th graders came to visit me after they finished eating. Their homeroom teacher is one of my friends here so I asked them if he was a good teacher. To which the smartest kid in school (a 4th grader!) replied, "No! He's bad! He's very bad!" She proceeded to explain that the teacher tells them to "Sit down and to shut up," a teaching style she disapproves of. She asked me if I knew her teacher. I said, "Oh yes. He's my friend." She blanched and covered her mouth and said, "Please don't tell him!"
Of course I did. I turned to the table behind me, where he happened to be sitting, and asked him if it could be true. He denied everything. Which was to be expected.
I returned to the prosecutor for more details. She repeated her accusation, so I drove to the root of the issue: I asked if kids stood up in class. She said yes. I asked if students talked a lot in class, if they were very loud. She answered in the affirmative again.
The solution stood plainly before me: "You know," I said, "if all the students sat down and didn't talk, he wouldn't say 'Sit down' or 'Shut up'." Then she sunk me with a truth too obvious to refute: "Yes," she said, "But we're children and children need to run around and talk."
That's what a Whitworth education gets you: swift defeat in a debate with a 10 year old.
More, eventually. Don't wait up nights.
Well, it's bedtime here, 7:00 in Seattle, 10:00 in New York and 16:00 in Paris and you're all going about your days. I hope they're grand. Miss you my loves, but not enough to call or come home. Be in touch. I'll be too.
Korea is like a neck and Gyeongsangnam-do is like the necklace, from which three pendants hang. Tongyeong is those diamonds laid on a bed of mother of pearl, which is the sea. The necklace and the neck are emerald mountains speckled with vermillion and amber sapphires: tufts of turning leaves.
You can see chocolate stones jutting from the oyster sand beneath the clear seas. The coves are shallow, but the channels are deep. Ships weave between islets. This land the fantasy writers dreamed to design. I walk through close streets, neon-lit. My eyes are light; now every turn brings something new. Foreign words for foreign concepts, hastily beloved. Shillbe, choding hakkyo, noribong.
Here I'm a celebrity. Here I have three arms. My tongue makes two statements: what I meant, and "aberration". Here I am "handsome teacher", like Quasimodo.
Here people I've never met pay for my food, secretly. I go to pay and the owner says, "Anyo, anyo." No, no. It's paid.
I've had the chance to test my philosophy. And it's strong. I'm happy.
To be specific:
Over the weekend the sixth graders went on a fieldtrip to Seoul. I spent the day coaxing them towards English explanations. They saw parliment, the money museum and science museum (it sounds like New York's Museum of Natural History plus robots), the President's house (named the "Blue House" for its roof), and the largest amusement park in Korea. Their favorite part of the trip? I'll give you one guess.
They adored the 50m tall, 60mph, 77 degree decline on what is perhaps the scariest looking wooden roller coaster I've ever seen. I would not board that thing unless my family and friends' lives depended on it. They liked staying up late and eating snacks and talking and watching TV. Ah, at least some things never change. Not that I mind change, but really, I think we had more fun on bus trips. I asked them what they did on the drive to Seoul. They said, in order of frequency: MP3s! Cellphone Games! Nintendo DS! Sleep! Talk!
WHAT? What happened to SONGS? Summer camp songs!? Not that I can remember any of them. And the Alphabet game? License Plates? Slugbug? Books!? I'm not sure if I was easily entertained or if childhood has been irreversibly dislodged from the human experience. Ah-gup-dah, to say the least. Ahgupdah means disappointed. I'm not going to hazard a guess at the Korean spelling. Ok I am: 아급다
I'm learning Hangul as quick as I can. Today was my day to learn words and promptly forget them, but yesterday went better. I don't have a Hangul course or textbook or anything so I'm picking it up randomly where I can, from fellow teachers, friends, street signs, wherever. I learned ahgupdah from playing Billiards.
Oh right, billiards. You're not going to believe people do this to themselves. In Korea, men, for pure amusement (and possibly for camaraderie) play billiards. I'm not talking about pocket ball, commonly known as "pool" in the States. Billiards has no pockets, though otherwise the table is traditional. I played two different but connected games: 4 ball and 3 cushion. 4 ball is relatively easy: hit you cue ball so that it hits both red balls on the table without hitting the other team's cue ball. Easy easy. Not. Once you've done that maybe 25 times, you're done warming up. Now it's time for 3 cushion. In three cushion there are multiple levels. The first involves hitting your cue ball so that it hits a red ball, hits exactly three cushions and then hits the other red ball. Which is easier than the second level in which you have to hit three cushions and then BOTH red balls.
Oriupdah. Difficult. Said difficulty meant I said ahgupdah all night long. I scored 2 points. My partner scored at least 30. These guys are amazing. They examine the table, muse for two or maybe three seconds, lean over, aim and bam, cue ball hits both reds.
Me? Oh I examine the table. I note that the table is green. I note that red ball #2 is not conveniently placed. I muse for 10 maybe 20 seconds. No timely typhoon or earthquake distracts my companions, so I leave red ball #2 where it is. I lean over, say the rosary and bam, my cue ball hits red ball #1, then gravitates towards wherever red ball #2 isn't -- usually the other cue ball. I stand up, say ahgupdah with some conviction, accept condolences and pretend I have faith I'll figure this game out.
But don't tell anyone.
Teaching English
The second round with the third graders went well. If you keep them distracted and repeating everything you say, they don't have time to form coalitions and impeach you. They absolutely love learning and I absolutely love the way they call me "Mr. Sample".
Back to the 6th graders and today's lesson and my philosophy: When I mentioned the songs we'd sing on bus trips, one of the male students called me the Korean equivalent of "baby", an epithet which incited the other male students to my defense. They insisted I guard my honor and fight the student on the spot. I politely declined and proceeded to explain I'd rather shake his hand and make a friend than punch his lights out and make an enemy. To which one of the nicer students called me "Gandhi". At which point I realized I was breaking Epictetus' maxim of never explaining your philosophy, but rather living it. So I shook the kid's hand and moved on.
Crisis averted.
On a(n even) funnier note: today at lunch some of my 4th graders came to visit me after they finished eating. Their homeroom teacher is one of my friends here so I asked them if he was a good teacher. To which the smartest kid in school (a 4th grader!) replied, "No! He's bad! He's very bad!" She proceeded to explain that the teacher tells them to "Sit down and to shut up," a teaching style she disapproves of. She asked me if I knew her teacher. I said, "Oh yes. He's my friend." She blanched and covered her mouth and said, "Please don't tell him!"
Of course I did. I turned to the table behind me, where he happened to be sitting, and asked him if it could be true. He denied everything. Which was to be expected.
I returned to the prosecutor for more details. She repeated her accusation, so I drove to the root of the issue: I asked if kids stood up in class. She said yes. I asked if students talked a lot in class, if they were very loud. She answered in the affirmative again.
The solution stood plainly before me: "You know," I said, "if all the students sat down and didn't talk, he wouldn't say 'Sit down' or 'Shut up'." Then she sunk me with a truth too obvious to refute: "Yes," she said, "But we're children and children need to run around and talk."
That's what a Whitworth education gets you: swift defeat in a debate with a 10 year old.
More, eventually. Don't wait up nights.
Well, it's bedtime here, 7:00 in Seattle, 10:00 in New York and 16:00 in Paris and you're all going about your days. I hope they're grand. Miss you my loves, but not enough to call or come home. Be in touch. I'll be too.
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