Happy Thursday! Today I bring you Good Things numbered in Korean. And since it’s time to focus on Good Things, I’m not going to dwell on missing Good Things last week.
Yeodeol.8: Yesterday there was a rainstorm and I got to drive home in it on my motorbike!
The most important thing to understand about this rainstorm is that I’d been waiting for it for some two weeks. It had been so humid, so hot and sticky. Every morning I’d wake up, look outside, and think that it would rain that day. But by noon it always cleared off and just left a hot, sticky afternoon for us to bake in. Grr.
Yesterday, though, it finally happened. The sky turned that crazy apocalyptic storm color, the wind picked up, and as I was finishing up in the office after school, the heavens opened upon us.
When I decided to move to Thailand, I also decided to invest in a beginner DSLR camera. Considering how poor I was (working two jobs and I still didn’t have health insurance), deciding to spend $500 on anything would’ve been a pretty major decision even if I hadn’t had all the other concerns involved with moving to the other side of the planet. I swore up and down that I would not waste that $500 because I knew going in that it meant my buffer was going to be much smaller when I got here.
I’m sure you know what happens next.
Because any time you have lead in like that, you know that what comes next is the camera sitting in a box for ten months.
To be fair, that’s a bit of an exaggeration. I took my camera out and had a lot of fun teaching myself some basics of photo composition, but I’ve still been entirely dependent on the auto features – taking the “SLR” right out of my expensive digital camera.
I’ve finally managed to sit down and read things like my camera manual and a couple photography tutorials, though, and it’s all because I hopped onto my motorbike and headed out to Khlong Tha Dan Dam (the largest RCC dam in the world!).
Cuatro.4: Yesterday morning I had a meeting so I wasn’t able to go to my class as usual, which is not the Good Thing. It did mean, however, that the first time I went to my class was yesterday afternoon, not long after the kids woke up from their nap. If you’ve ever known any four to five year olds, then you also know that after an unexpectedly long absence, they are ecstatic to see you.
The result? I was nearly trampled over by children whose heads barely reach my waist.
“Teacher Donna! Teacher Donna!” I felt like Caesar.
“Teacher, I’m sad!” <cute little cry face> This has become their favorite joke with me since I taught them simple feeling words. They say they’re sad, mime tears… and grin the whole time.
“Teacher, X is sad!” And then they like to get me to comfort anyone who actually is sad. (In case you didn’t notice, names have been changed to protect the wee little innocent ones.)
“Teacher, high five!” “Teacher, high ten!” “Teacher, high one!” I’ve already discussed how awesome high fives are, but after awhile they become slightly less entertaining, for both me and the kids. So of course I upgraded them to high tens, and then at some point I needed to be quiet and thus introduced high one. But read on to Dos to discover how one of my students used high fingers to prove she’s smarter than I am.
They were just sitting there staring at me. Not five minutes before, all thirty of them had agreed that they understood their instructions and were ready to get started. I’d split them into their groups, and… then they just sat there. Silently.
And stared at me.
At that moment, I seriously contemplated walking out of the classroom and down to the English Program office, gathering up everything I owned, and leaving. I wasn’t even just thinking of going back to my house to have a good cry and pity party over my absolute failure as a teacher; I was honestly considering packing up all my belongings and preparing to leave Thailand to head back to the US within a week.
Perhaps I was being a bit melodramatic, but I’d already had a really long week and it’s only hump day.