Be studious

Midterms are next week, and I have asked my 9th grade classes to put themselves in my shoes and make exam questions they think they might see.  Here is one of them.

Group 7

Guess what.  I lost my meat.

A - You mean we don't have any food?

B - You mean we don't go school?

C - You mean you have any meat?

D - You mean you feel so good?

E - You mean you don't have pet?

Please solve and commit to memory.  It will be on your final exam.

Footclan

The boy sitting in the front row of my class has a classic henchman face.  His eyes are hooded, his hair is dyed, the sneer is stuck on just like his mother warned him would happen before he broke her heart.  He has a cast on his right hand.

"How did you hurt your hand?" I ask him.

He is unable to respond.  Typically henchman.  Someone in his group says he punched his friend.  Is this boy the ringleader, the brains, his boss?

No.  He is soon punching that boy in the head with his good hand.  Soon he is spraying some kind of cleaning agent in the boys eyes.  (The bottle just says 'Clean').  Does Korea use the same symbols to declare corrosion, toxicity and the dangers of ingestion?  There is nothing on his bottle.

Later he is up on his feet, a bad sign, and ducks a book meant for his head.  The challenger looks to me like a henchman.  I will have to dig around about gang colours.

I used to be somebody

I take this break on my Monday to tell you about what's making me feel good right now.  It is, namely, myself.  It isn't bragging though, I don't think, to boast about things you did a long time ago.  Currently I'm trying to do something and it is going very poorly.  But this guy?  This guy back then?  Man he did a thing or two that were good, I am talking WELL CONCEIVED.  I wish I could be more like him.

http://www.theredherring.net/2010/01/24/a-history-of-violence/ is one article.  If you click on my name under the side bar "authors", you can see other things I wrote.  Feel very free to make comments despite the two years that have passed since I wrote for the Red Herring and maybe a web master will notice and summon me back to the University to teach courses in nostalgia.

Woobang (Tower Land)

I don't like the amusement park very much.  The lines are long and all the kids call me sexy but don't mean it.  The batting cage markd medium speed s actually very fast and I can' catch up to it until the very last ball.   The revolving restaurant makes me feel weird and tiresd and the backs of the dinner chairs are too short and too thin to sleep soundly in.  The icecream is good though.

Because you know we're all just people except for you

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Believe me, don't be afraid

There is a boy in the third grade.  He shakes. Not all the time, the radius is about five feet I think. I come within five feet from him and he will put his eyes down and it's like someone is singing just the right pitch to rattle his glass bones.  I asked my coteacher and she says he does the same with her so it isn't because I am exotic.

Last night I was coming home on the subway and the old woman sitting beside me, (I stood), poked me in the back.  She bradished a religius leaflet and spoke Korean.  The only words she said in English were 'heavenly mother'.  I said "I'm sorry, I only speak only a little Korean." More truthfully, and more telling, I actually said "I feel shame, Korean little." She went on regardless and I, polite, followed along. The woman beside her said she felt sorry for me with her eyes.

The old woman was so sure of her heavenly mother. What did language matter. The spirit of this would certainly sink into me. She motioned several times for me to phone a number   a number on the back of the pamphlet.  I am certain there would have been no English on the end of that ine either.

This is how I feel about the boy though. I am desperate to take him aside and assure him that I beyond anyone should not shake him. Certainly my good intentions will shine through the awkward gape in language.

Of course not.

 I wish you could see this kid though. He shakes like a roll on a snare drum.