Last Sunday it was really nice out. Emily and I decided to go for a little walk to a park right by our apartments. There were some middle aged Korean gentlemen playing this game that is sort of like a mix between volleyball and soccer. We were sort of watching them/messing around on the workout equipment. Soon enough one guy comes walking over to us. He starts talking about something in Korean involving basketball and who knows what. He then grabbed my hand, and took Emily and I over to a bench by where they were playing. None of them spoke English except to tell us that they loved us and we were beautiful. They served us a drink called Makali (have no idea how to spell it in English), its a pretty good tasting rice wine. They also gave us a bowl of ramyeon and some other noodle stuff. I tried some of the noodle stuff, but didn't really like it. He then came with a couple lettuce leaves, loaded them up with the mystery noodle stuff and handed one to each of us. I think I would have been fine eating it had I not looked at Emily, who was basically gagging. Luckily no one was watching us eat it. She ended up being able to find a tissue in her purse and spit it in that. I had to get up and walk away for fear of spewing it everywhere. It's not so much the taste, but the fact that I have no idea what I'm eating that gets me. There was this really big white chunk in it that really grossed me out. I'll spare you the gory details. I did manage to swallow it all though. Just another interesting Sunday in Korea.
On Monday I was trying to get my kinde kids to sit nicely in their seats. I've walked by when the Korean teacher Jina Teacher is in with them, and they are all sitting attentively. I know they can do it, they just don't do it for me. So I was trying to persuade them to sit the same way for me.
Me: You sit nicely for Jina Teacher. You should sit nicely for me too.
Kevin: Jina Teacher is scary. You are not.
Me(trying to make an angry face): I can be scary.
Kevin: No, Teacher. I think silly.
One of my favorite things is to sit and listen to these 5 and 6 year olds converse with each other in English. They are too funny. The Korean kinde teachers name is Julie. Those kids listen to her so well it's amazing. She is basically the enforcer. If a kid is really, super bad they get sent to Julie Teacher. So, whenever some one did something another kid didn't like they would always say, "I tell Julie Teacher", "I tell Julie Teacher". A few weeks ago I told them they could no longer say that, because it happened probably 5 times a class. I said I would be the one who would tell Julie teacher if she needed to be told something. After being somewhat confused as to who they should tell, they have pretty much gotten out of the habit of saying it now. I also taught them the word tattle tail, and that has been a tremendous help. This is the conversation I overheard this week.
Ray did something Jamie did not like
Jamie: I tell Jesus.
Ray: I tell God.
