Silver. That's the colour of the hair I yanked from my head not too long ago. Standing in front of the mirror, brushing my teeth, I spo...
Some of the more common gems found around the world are the little green diamonds dug out of the depths of a 1st grader's nose. With tw...
The kind of gems I much prefer are ones my 2nd -6th graders dig out. Little English gems. As young English learners, living in a world that is very much NOT English, they rely on their limited language knowledge and vocabulary to converse with me and answer my questions. This often results in such creative expressions, funny comments and ingenious alternatives to what us boring English speakers use to convey our thoughts.
The very first time that I remember being absolutely delighted by a little gem was when Phillip, a loud 6th grader, who recently sized me up and discovering he was taller than me did a little joyous jig, described a far away country.
What he was really talking about was heaven.
I imagine that his thought process went something like this: 1. A place where people go live(?) when they die. 2. Where do people live? In countries. 3. Where is this country? In the sky. 1+1 = sky country
Here are a few of the gems I have collected thus far, by which I mean, I have actually written down and not lost the page on which I've written it down on.
On body parts:
Shawn, one of my more favoured students from a definitely favoured class, told me a little story about an accident that happened to his - at this point he did the looking for the English word dance..-
he gave up, "feet fingers!"
And what are toes, if they aren't fingers for the feet, or if fingers is the word you struggle with, hand toes?
Jeff: Teacher! He hit me on my legs, in-between! (groin)
On popular culture:
Sophie: "I like Batman because he kills people. It's very good"
On public transport etiquette:
Unknown: When you sleep on the subway you must not borrow another person's shoulder
On deepest fears:
Me: What are you most afraid of?
Sophie: Very fat and tall people. (she is afraid she can't see past them and lose her parents in a crowd)
Unknown: I'm afraid of bugs! But not computer bugs.
When answering my daily 'How are yous'?
Me: How are you?
Student: I'm fineapple.
Me: "How are you Tommy?"
Tommy: "I'm happy! because tomorrow day, girlfriend! Date!"
Me: "Oh really? Where will you go for your date? What will you do?"
Tommy: "I have no idea."
Alex: Cities are ugly! Because so many cars march in order. It (they) look like bugs!
And that's all for today.
I know it's short and I have been here over a year, but better late than never, (which I really hope I can apply to my derailed design career, post teaching abroad), I shall continue to collect and hoard these little gems and share them with you.
*A casual goodbye/hello in Korean
I have always admired the beautiful, seemingly effortless, urban sketches and paintings that OTHER ...
I have always admired the beautiful, seemingly effortless, urban sketches and paintings that OTHER artists have made and I always meant to give it a go myself...
Well, I did!
And it was a challenge.
There is a small art studio/workshop place in Itaewon, Seoul and when I saw that they were offering a lesson on urban sketching I jumped at the chance to learn some techniques and force myself to actually try... since I was paying for it, I was not going to loll about and not draw! A perfect way to get myself out on the street with a pencil.
Money, the motivator..
Anyways, here is what I managed to make. It was fun and I need 5 years more practise...
I got off the bus that brought me from the airport to this city called "Suwon", my new home for the next year, collected my bagga...
"I didn't think you'd be this tall", one of the first things out of the mouth of my new colleague - I am about 164cm (or 5.3 ft) - A short car ride later, a flower festooned pen welcome gift and an elevator up to the 1st floor, and I was "home". A tiny flat just a 3 min walk away from my new workplace. I was left to gorge on the sandwiches in the fridge and pass out on the bed with instructions to be at work 2 hours early the next day to meet the boss, my new co-workers and eat lunch together.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Styrofoam boxes, elastic-banded shut, tinfoil peeping out the sides, sat on the table. A black plastic bag, from which appeared chopsticks and oblong tin-foiled packages. Little white tubs with dark liquid, alongside small plastic bags with yellow slices of half moons, were placed at intervals on the table. The smell of something deep fried permeated the room. What was for lunch? I had no expectations, I was ready to be surprised.
Mandu, ordered via the telephone is packaged up in Styrofoam boxes, and is kind of the Korean dim sum or dumpling. Little pouches that are steamed or deep fried, and either stuffed with 'gogi' - pork - or kimchi, (possibly the most important food in the whole of Korea, North and South, since they eat it with almost, practically everything.) Out of the black plastic bag came kimbap, or gimbap, sometimes referred to as Korean 'sushi'. Danmooji, the little half moons of pickled daikon radish, eaten as a side dish is another common staple to Korean meals and inside the little tubs, vinegar and soy sauce mixed together for mandu dipping.
And then the chopsticks, always chopsticks.
Even when it's your birthday and there's cake.
Welcome to Korea, Austen. Here, have a
Having never had a snowy winter before I was looking forward to winter in South Korea. I pictured t...