So as of Thursday of last week, I am no longer Hilary. I am now "Hilary Teacher." All day long, I hear "Hello Hilary Teacher" being screamed down the halls. Little kids hang off of my arm. My voice is hoarse from yelling. I am sick from the little vectors. Kids are constantly coming to me in tears, "Pinky told me my singing is bad."... "Hilary Teacher, Kyle is crying because Evan stole his colour pencils." Yeah so I finally get how hard it is to be a teacher. Props to all the teachers out there.
On the other hand, it is not as bad as I thought. I have a lot of material provided for me.. and spend the rest of my time making up little worksheets for people to do. My genius idea this week was to draw two blank faces and let the kids colour them in. It went so well, until the kids started all drawing each other and putting hearts around them. I ended up with one kid in tears and having to kick another out of class. Fun times.
Korean kids are super quick to get upset, and very out of control. Doesn't help that since we're not a real school, so we have no real way of disciplining the kids - case in point, one little boy wouldn't stop shooting me with a toy machine gun. When I kicked him out, I could still hear him making machine gun sounds at me. Another little girl learned the words "sexy" and "passion" from TV, and spent the whole class pulling her sweater down over her shoulders at the boys and saying "sexy", and drawing "sexy pictures". I had to stop myself from laughing.
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