I am a superhero.
Well actually two superhero. One of them is "Bundegi Man" (real flattering - trying to explain I'm not a man didn't help). Because I was telling one of my classes that the smell of Bundegi (spelling?? these disgusting little wormy bugs that street vendors saute up for people - the taste is vile, but perhaps more vile is the smell...) makes me vomit into my own mouth a little. I mean I am walking down the street with no street vendors in sight, a slight breeze will start to blow, and then my nose will twitch. And I will know bundegi is near. And then I will go to great lengths to spot the offending vendor and cross the street, or at least hurry by with my breath held. Anyways, as Bundegi Man (Imagine Batman with a small wormy creature replacing the Bat Symbol), I scour the streets of Seoul blasting away the bundegi vendors (this according to one of my classes).
Superhero two is not quite as glamourous but more functional, and is simply Super Hilary. I got this name today. I was teaching one girl today and I left the class to go to the teacher's room. On the way I walked past another class I teach and the teacher was out of the room. I happened to see that two of the boys were about to get into a fist fight so I busted in yelling and pulled them out of class. I got them in the hall standing with their hands in the air (an effective Korean punishment) and of course they refused to talk to me - so I brought in the big guns. At this point, one of the boys was balling and the other was standing there with his face frozen like stone. Anyways, they got an ear full in Korean for a good 10 minutes. And when I returned to class, my student who had heard through the open door was applauding me and calling me Super Hilary....
Ahhh all in a day's work. ;)
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