Hamster on rye

I teach five classes and my first (1st grade) and last (a combo of 5th and 6th grade) are the worst. First graders are of course mere babies and have the attention span of a gnat. Thankfully nobody expects them to perform on standardized tests or anything of that sort here (unlike at my old hakwon), so we can mess around and if I manage to squeeze in a little education along the way, I'll be a happy camper.

My last class is a combination of 5th and 6th graders. Teenagers. Ugh. I was a teenager too. Ugh. Ugh all around for those wretched years. The total vocabulary of 5/6 is "no."

"Do you have your book?"
"No."
"Did you do the homework?"
"No."
"Do you give a damn about anything at all in this class?"
"No."

So it went until I got to the board and started an exercise about opening your own restaurant. (The English Time books were talking about restaurants today. BTW, English Time is, surprisingly for an ESL textbook, marginally tolerable.) Finally, after much pleading, they consented to being entertained and in true teenage style, (Korean teenage style), blood and guts were prominent. Menu suggestions included the infamous bosintang (dog soup, supposedly healthy in the summer), 99 people flavored ice cream, blood on toast, and of course hamster on rye. Yummmm.

Capped of the day by sitting around and frowning intelligently during a Korean teachers meeting. I guess everyone wanted to see the new waygook. At least they didn't bother my armhair.