Pictures:
Corn Cho! -For Cho-
Pictures of my student's name papers that they made
Dinner #2 at Kindergarten Teacher’s home
Today was the second time going to the kindergarten teacher’s home (I promise to take pictures next time). I biked around the neighborhood with Patty (one of my 6th grade students) and then returned to the home to discover that one of my 3rd grade students and his sister (also in 6th grade) were waiting. After playing jump-rope, Korean version, we went inside to find that the 6th grade teacher and one of the librarians were helping the kindergarten teacher make dinner. The 6th grade teacher’s son was a young boy who at the age of 4 could speak articulately and think clearly. I was quite impressed because at the age of 4 (actually 3 in the states) I could not say anything, let alone sentences (that’s another story I will share if you ask). We all sat down to eat a wonderful meal of bulgogi and a ton of different side dishes. Man, what a small world. All the teachers know each other, the students eat meals with the teachers, and everyone knows where everyone lives. We arranged that I will be going to the kindergarten teacher’s church in a couple of weeks, since I still need to complete my promise to a 4th grade student that I would go to her church (One of the teachers told me that she has a crush on me). By the end of dinner, it had been arranged that I am going to learn calligraphy from the kindergarten teacher, the 6th grade teacher will teach me how to cook, and we are all going to go to Lotte World in the winter. I am so thankful for the fellowship I have found despite my limited ability to communicate in Korean. Since I am in Korea for only a limited amount of time, I am going to try my best to impact the students and help them as much as possible in their pursuit of learning my native language, English. It’s pretty strange how my identity has become centered upon my English speaking ability. At home, English is the norm and I am identified through other means other than my language, which is what I never really pursued. Tomorrow is a festival in my small town and I think school is going to be let out early for the festivities.
Just got a text message from the kindergarten teacher telling me for the short time I am in Korea to treat her family as my own. Wow, I do not deserve the love I am receiving here.
Today was the second time going to the kindergarten teacher’s home (I promise to take pictures next time). I biked around the neighborhood with Patty (one of my 6th grade students) and then returned to the home to discover that one of my 3rd grade students and his sister (also in 6th grade) were waiting. After playing jump-rope, Korean version, we went inside to find that the 6th grade teacher and one of the librarians were helping the kindergarten teacher make dinner. The 6th grade teacher’s son was a young boy who at the age of 4 could speak articulately and think clearly. I was quite impressed because at the age of 4 (actually 3 in the states) I could not say anything, let alone sentences (that’s another story I will share if you ask). We all sat down to eat a wonderful meal of bulgogi and a ton of different side dishes. Man, what a small world. All the teachers know each other, the students eat meals with the teachers, and everyone knows where everyone lives. We arranged that I will be going to the kindergarten teacher’s church in a couple of weeks, since I still need to complete my promise to a 4th grade student that I would go to her church (One of the teachers told me that she has a crush on me). By the end of dinner, it had been arranged that I am going to learn calligraphy from the kindergarten teacher, the 6th grade teacher will teach me how to cook, and we are all going to go to Lotte World in the winter. I am so thankful for the fellowship I have found despite my limited ability to communicate in Korean. Since I am in Korea for only a limited amount of time, I am going to try my best to impact the students and help them as much as possible in their pursuit of learning my native language, English. It’s pretty strange how my identity has become centered upon my English speaking ability. At home, English is the norm and I am identified through other means other than my language, which is what I never really pursued. Tomorrow is a festival in my small town and I think school is going to be let out early for the festivities.
Just got a text message from the kindergarten teacher telling me for the short time I am in Korea to treat her family as my own. Wow, I do not deserve the love I am receiving here.
5 comments:
dang jason, that's so freakin amazing.... within like a good few weeks, it seems like you've found a family there.. :]
ahhh looks like you're having a blast!
sounds so fun!
haha, you gots a good thing goin.
i remember one year when i was helping out at a daycamp, one of the daycampers pulled me aside and told me she liked me and i was like... i had no idea what to say... hahaha
you are truly blessed my friend
and i like the corn cho
bring me back one in january =]
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