my moon pie cake from yesterday’s teacher’s day. they even made me blow out the “candles”
another essay response to “What Makes You Special?”
One, I like dancing, and I’m good at dancing. Two, I’m funny. Three, I have very sexy lips like Angelina Jolie. Thus, the things that make me special are being funny, dancing, and having thick sexy lips.
student response to “What Makes You Special” essay
so, i put my trash in the designated area and this old man starts yelling so loudly that i heard him through my headphones. i take them out to realize (much to my surprise) that he is yelling at me. i hit him with the “i have no idea what you’re saying” face and he grabs my trash bag and shoves it back in my hand. okay…
a little back story: there are specific bags you’re supposed to use, which i usually do. but if i’m just throwing out a single meat package that i don’t want stinking up my kitchen or apple cores that i don’t want attracting fruit flies, i just put them in a small plastic bag and toss them. i’ve seen all kinds of bags in the trash area so i don’t sweat it, but this dude was not having it today.
i politely take the bag and stuff it into one of the larger regulation bags that was in the area - an effort i didn’t even need to make but hey, i’m in your country. he still wasn’t having it. he is literally yelling at me in the street and i feel my own anger building up in me, so i just put my headphones back in and gave him the deuces. this dude really tried it and should not have. i’ve composed a list as to why.
- you don’t know me, sir.
- i do not understand your words, mister.
- it is not that serious.
- i have a father and he is not you.
- my mama left school because it was recess and she don’t play.
- i’m from papercity, son. blimptown, my dude. farther south than the dirty south.
- refer back to reason #3.
this is so accurate!
she’s in one of my freshman classes. so i get that at first, they’re a little intrigued by me. i’m new(ish) and not korean so there’s a mountain of interest right there. but we’re in like week nine. she doesn’t stop staring. and it’s not just when i’m teaching. that would be at the very least understandable and even desirable to be looked at while you’re speaking. but before class starts and when they’re working in partners or just hanging out. all eyes on me, i guess.
this dance group never misses an opportunity to act fast.
a little snippet of the big group performances on athletic day.
this kickball pitcher was pretty awesome.
the most serious game of tug-of-war year to date. yes, they shoot a gun off to start the match. so gangsta.
so, i went to the gym today, which is always a hotbed for strange activity. it’s still pretty chilly here so i always walk there in a hoodie and put it in one of the little lockers they have right at the entrance. so i’m doing that today with my headphones in and i hear this guy making all this noise. i am using the term “noise” literally because he was speaking not a lick of english or korean - just grunting and and pointing. first off, i didn’t think this was directed at me, but then he kinda grabbed my arm. i had to hit him with the “uh? excuse me?” face. i look at him and he starts pointing toward the women’s locker room. he was so frazzled and it took me a minute to figure out what he was trying to communicate. so apparently this stranger man wanted me to go in the locker room to remove my hoodie! just to be super clear, i was fully dressed underneath (as any normal person would be with outerwear).
sir… sir. please have all the seats.
my coteacher, after handing me a really bad paper to edit.
I Love Black People!!!!!
good to know.
korea was kind of cool today.