Prescience
I always thought of myself as a child as being particularly clueless and inept. If there was something to fall into, then I would be in it. If there was a hapless poisonous snake on the loose, then I would be stepping on it.
Which is why I can't help but to be a little concerned about my students, who act as if they could survive for prolonged periods of time on deserted planets with only desiccated coconut for rations. Admittedly, Korean children aren't even close to being as bad as the skallywags that prowl our streets at home, looking for an old person to steal from, or throwing water/egg bombs into local video stores. But it has gotten to the point where I had to ban the word 'homo' from one of my older classes, and have had to defend my choice to be unmarried at the past-it age of 21. So what has happened? Is it the diluted remnants of the Pill in our water supply that is causing hormones to fluctuate wildly to the startling result of getting breasts at 8 (and it's probably not just the girls judging by the well-endowed chubsters in my class)? Or are we just getting subjected to knowing winks from the media about our sexuality and our range of life choices which children, who are obviously way more perceptive than I could have ever hoped to be, inevitably identify for themselves? Tis a chin scratcher....
I am hoping for a quiet weekend of much chocolate consumption and maybe some low impact walking around Seoul. You know you have been overdoing it when you sleep for nine hours straight and wake up with the pounding-headache 'the daylight burns!' feeling. I have been promised some much needed lessons in bumming, which I have realised, after three years of a pseudo-degree, I have surprisingly lost the knack of. I do remember manys a lazy morning watching Dick Van Dyk solve murders in his billowing white medic's jacket, followed swiftly by the barely concealed, British sleaze-fest Doctors. Needless to say, such quality television is sadly lacking over here.
Which is why I can't help but to be a little concerned about my students, who act as if they could survive for prolonged periods of time on deserted planets with only desiccated coconut for rations. Admittedly, Korean children aren't even close to being as bad as the skallywags that prowl our streets at home, looking for an old person to steal from, or throwing water/egg bombs into local video stores. But it has gotten to the point where I had to ban the word 'homo' from one of my older classes, and have had to defend my choice to be unmarried at the past-it age of 21. So what has happened? Is it the diluted remnants of the Pill in our water supply that is causing hormones to fluctuate wildly to the startling result of getting breasts at 8 (and it's probably not just the girls judging by the well-endowed chubsters in my class)? Or are we just getting subjected to knowing winks from the media about our sexuality and our range of life choices which children, who are obviously way more perceptive than I could have ever hoped to be, inevitably identify for themselves? Tis a chin scratcher....
I am hoping for a quiet weekend of much chocolate consumption and maybe some low impact walking around Seoul. You know you have been overdoing it when you sleep for nine hours straight and wake up with the pounding-headache 'the daylight burns!' feeling. I have been promised some much needed lessons in bumming, which I have realised, after three years of a pseudo-degree, I have surprisingly lost the knack of. I do remember manys a lazy morning watching Dick Van Dyk solve murders in his billowing white medic's jacket, followed swiftly by the barely concealed, British sleaze-fest Doctors. Needless to say, such quality television is sadly lacking over here.
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