Thursday, Thursday, Thursday. Waking up feeling slightly groggy I decide to wear a tie to make seem like I was 100% with it. Today is the day I teach the grade sixes picked right out of the mortuary. We'll skip right to my first class of the day. As my CT discusses the schedule in Korean I admire the space the cadets admiring the playground, doodling, or looking at their hands. Next my CT plays a lovely song she found on Youtube, to put a purpose behind it she says, "Try to guess the title". The only odd thing I noticed was it was sung in French; there were no subtitles, just adorable pictures of toddlers dressed as Victorian adults. I found it quite interesting that we take our time teaching approximately ten words a lesson to these children only to completely screw them up by playing a song sung in the language of "cheese-eating surrender monkeys" as Groundskeeper Willie once put it. Did I mention I'm bilingual? For the rest of the class I looked completely lost. Afterwards I talked to my CT about this and she didn't seem concerned about incorporating a new language into an already struggling ESL class. Whatevs I guess. The rest of the class went on as expected, eventually I'll start opening with a "this is a repeat after me day." The next 4 classes went by just the same, French song, repeat after me, say cloudy 20 times, clear 30 times, and black belt 50 times. By the third class I started to enjoy the sound of 25+ students saying things in unison. As usual I watch Korean Shrek 3 and for a change have the plastics of grade 5 watch me tie my tie over and over. I asked them if they knew how and the brainiac of the bunch said, "I'm not man."
"Learn to tie a tie and boys will like you."
Then she air-vomited all over my feet. The rest of the afternoon sped by especially since Thursday is one of two days I need to prepare a topic for my Adult Conversation Class. Today we talked about how the army has consumed Korea as whole because its so hierarchical and ever-present in everyday life. I guess it only takes 2 years (the minimum service duty in the army) to brainwash somebody. To paint a picture, the alternative to serving in the army is jail time. It must be peaceful under that thumb.
The rest of the day was completely uneventful Shraham time dedicated to reading and Facebook. At punch-out time I perked up because Thursday night is Trivia Night!! I walk home change into something more comfortable (second-hand cardi and jeans) and try to remember as many random facts as I can on the way there. I was surprised to see a pretty packed house, including some American mouthpiece, when I got to the bar with the Canadian crew. We all ordered food from the mild-mannered Texan chef, and were all pleasantly surprised with the portion sizes. Specifically the Texas Philly cheese steak the size of a human head. So as a way to pass the time until trivia night begins we play Apples to Apples (if you've never heard of this game I suggest you test it out now) with some hilarious results. Eventually trivia started up, its run off a computer and you submit your answers with a remote. Tons of fun. I was leading after the first round off of educated guesses, and nothing else. Round 2 went a little worse and I found myself 300 points out of first. The final round was one 500 point question about 1960's golf. Thanks to hours and hours of sporcling I know a Gary Player or two from the 1960's golf circuit. For the victory, I was awarded a free sleeve of beer to go with the full one I already had. The second game of trivia was not the best, riding the confidence of winning the last round off of a fluke, wearing my knit cardigan and drinking copious amounts of beer I finished near the bottom of the list. It was an excellent evening of drinking, bean-spilling, and useless knowledge. Although it wasn't as lengthy of an adventure as Wednesday night I enjoyed the company of some fellow Canadian teachers. Although I knew I had school the following day, it was still a Friday, and the evening was a soft warm up for Friday.
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