Things are settling down in the warzone that is a new semester at Gangdong High School. Students have learned how to empty the food waste without it ending up all over their heads. The relaxation zone built specifically for boys right next to my English Zone has been reclaimed in the name of Venus. My new first graders have settled the week-long "What Should We Call Greg" debate of '11 by bringing the debut of Fashion Terrorist. I should have noticed the hole in my sock before they did.
I was given the lovely privilege of following my old first-year students to second grade where I'm able to see the complete opposite of any hint of excitement at all. I think they were hoping the principal would make a new trip to the foreigner teacher store. LJ and I still crash and burn with those hooligans 10 times a week.
I have acquired a new co-teacher this year whom will assist me with the first-year geniuses. Meet Nam Yoo-Kyung, or Michelle.
Photo stolen from her "All About Michelle" lesson.
Michelle was born in New York City. Crawling about the Big Apple proved to have its benefits forfuture foreigner teachers she had yet to meet. After picking up her English from, presumably, Arab cabbies, Italian pizza-tossers, Irish pub-owners, Indian tech-supporters, Spanish office-cleaners, and various American jerkoffs (NYC sucked in the 80s), she developed complete fluency, an ideal understanding of sarcasm, and moved to Korea when she was 7. Years 7 to 25 in her life are neither here nor there. I bet Seoul's in there somewhere. Probably a hagwon or two. She's probably eaten a bunch of kimchi. All that matters is that she's here now with fashion terrorist Grack.
To the sewing machine.
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