Young Children Scare Me

I have been unreasonably entrusted with two classes of so called semi-returnees - kids that have already been through an intensive, some might say molly coddling, pre-school course and are now joining the afternoon classes. They are hyper. They know enough English to be able to argue with you if you say anything even remotely contradictory. And, best of all, they have a propensity to tell on each other. An ordinary class will have at least ten comments like this:

'Teacher, Ken kicked me under the table!'
'Teacher, speaking Korean!'
'Teacher, Teddy took my pencil!'

And yes, I do have a student called Teddy. You have to let a stony heart melt though whenever you see a child who can't tie their own shoelace.

So, teaching is back in full swing.

I have been rediscovering the wonders of the massive electronics mart where you can haggle for items like laptops. I tried haggling in Currys once and they patronisingly pointed to the price tag. And thanks to a certain person with tiny hands, I was introduced to the best brunch place in Seoul, called Suji's - so I will never have to worry about missing fantastic breakfasts ever again.

I am hopefully going to go and see Kevin in Geoje this weekend, which is an island approximately five hours away from Seoul. Once, I would have blanched at a five hour bus ride. Now, I just pah at it and reminisce about all the times I sat on Argentinian buses for 20 hours and watched endless Jean Claude Van Damme movies.