Every week all the kids in the elementary level are required to do "Word and Sentence Homework." The basis of this is that the kids are given a list of 20-30 words depending on their age and level. They then have to make a sentence using the given word. Usually the words are tied into a lesson we are working on. The names have been changed to protect the innocent...psyche, but they are all copied exactly. These are all from one day's work.
Word: international
Sentence: There is a international handball federation.
Word: beat
Sentence: I beat my sister with a game.
Word: life-altering
Sentence: My parents are life altering.
Word: recall
Sentence: I recall my cellphone.
(Oh those glory days of long ago)
Word: Vice President
Sentence: Vice president is Hitler. Because he have under people despotic rule.
Word: Publicity
Sentence: You're face is publicity
Word: unique
Sentence: You are unique blockhead.
Word: prisoner
Sentence: You are a prisoner of this Janghak academy.
(that's the name of my school....message to me?)
Word: recall
Sentence: I want to recall when I was in my mom's womb.
Word: prisoner
Sentence: Prisoner at the bar.
(oh if only that was a complete sentence)
Word: policeman
Sentence: Policeman always say what the fuck
Word: provinces
Sentence: A military statement says seven Iraqi soldiers and two civilians also were killed in the fighting in the Baluba region of Ayala Province.
(they grow up so fast.)
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
...but it might work for us
Despite seeing many of my friends start blogs as they study/work abroad only to abandon them weeks or months later, I thought I'd give it a whirl. I wanted to land the "Koreasgotseoul" URL, but, alas, it was taken. I landed on this bastardized pun...nowhere near as fun. Though looking for that ever-classy "South Korea's Got Seoul" shirt, I did stumble across this <http://www.bustedtees.com/shirt/prose/male>. Dad, I thought about getting this for you, but I doubted you'd EVER wear it (from past attempts at t-shirt puns). If you will...tell me, I will get this for you with a ribbon on it.
Valentine's Day was good and fun. It is Korean tradition for the woman to buy chocolates for her man on February 14th, whereas the men return the favor on March 14th by buying traditional Korean candies which land somewhere between flavored paper and flavored cardboard. I think the men get the best here, and I sure made out like a bandit. As has been the case for many years on Valentine's Day...my mom was the big candy winner spending WAY too much money to ship me a tin of American candy. Thanks mom - Necco wafer Sweethearts cannot be found here. In addition, I got a lovely assortment of candies from my friend Hyunae.
However, the most enjoyable of the Valentine's Day rush came from one of my ex students who has had a shameless crush on me since I started here. Her English name is Agnes...I haven't had the heart to tell the poor girl that no American has been named Agnes from birth since 1943. After classes ended on V-day, I was sitting at my desk with my back out into the lobby of the school (all the white teachers were told to sit where we could be seen by parents). Occasionally we turn and wave or pretend we are trapped behind the glass. We haven't resorted to throwing feces yet. Agnes and her entourage had been loitering outside the door for the better part of 10 minutes shrieking and waving when I would turn. I would wave back, hoping to get them to go away. It would be cool if they were 7 years older. Eventually, they all ran into the girls bathroom for some sort of huddle. When they came back out Agnes was bashfully leading the pack. She came into the office with her head down and hand over her face...gave me a box of chocolates and turned and bolted as I started to say thank you. Wayyy too cute.
Valentine's Day was good and fun. It is Korean tradition for the woman to buy chocolates for her man on February 14th, whereas the men return the favor on March 14th by buying traditional Korean candies which land somewhere between flavored paper and flavored cardboard. I think the men get the best here, and I sure made out like a bandit. As has been the case for many years on Valentine's Day...my mom was the big candy winner spending WAY too much money to ship me a tin of American candy. Thanks mom - Necco wafer Sweethearts cannot be found here. In addition, I got a lovely assortment of candies from my friend Hyunae.
However, the most enjoyable of the Valentine's Day rush came from one of my ex students who has had a shameless crush on me since I started here. Her English name is Agnes...I haven't had the heart to tell the poor girl that no American has been named Agnes from birth since 1943. After classes ended on V-day, I was sitting at my desk with my back out into the lobby of the school (all the white teachers were told to sit where we could be seen by parents). Occasionally we turn and wave or pretend we are trapped behind the glass. We haven't resorted to throwing feces yet. Agnes and her entourage had been loitering outside the door for the better part of 10 minutes shrieking and waving when I would turn. I would wave back, hoping to get them to go away. It would be cool if they were 7 years older. Eventually, they all ran into the girls bathroom for some sort of huddle. When they came back out Agnes was bashfully leading the pack. She came into the office with her head down and hand over her face...gave me a box of chocolates and turned and bolted as I started to say thank you. Wayyy too cute.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
