Happy Humpday Haiku #37

An Eye

The unethical 

Can expect to be treated

Unethically

*Ye've been warned, lest ye forget how to treat another

That Moment When

I ask my students

"How's your day?" Wearing wide grins

They all respond "Bad!"

            My last class of the day has turned out to be a saving grace. They are not the smartest out of the school in terms of English abilities. They are not the most well-behaved. They are perhaps the most diverse set of personalities our school has to offer, and being able to watch them interact is fascinating. The other day we added a new student, who assimilated quite well into the mix. 

           Apparently, there was a bit of playful name calling going on, which turned into playful physicality, which developed into not-so-playful physicality, which left me no choice but to mark every student in the class on our Warning Board. Save one student. He was sitting on his phone the whole time the kerfuffle was ensuing. After marking all the students they understood the absurdity of the situation and began to laugh at (with?) themselves. 

That Moment When

You ask a student's 

Aspiration. Barista.

"Coffee smells so good"

           Same class as described above. We are preparing for a speech contest about our dreams and aspirations. Some interests include scientist, writer, teacher, policeman, fireman, baker, and of course, barista. First thing I wanted to say to her was that she shouldn't shoot so low, but I realized those words would be lost upon her. After all, who doesn't like the smell of fresh roasted coffee?

That Moment When

The student replaced 

The song lyric with my name:

"Follow Ian home!"

            My class just finished our production of Hansel and Gretel within the last month. One of the songs in the performance was titled "Follow the Pebbles Home." On our picnic this morning to a flower festival (pictures coming soon), my class was on its way back to the bus on a path with a lot of foliage. Someone began to sing the song from the performance. About two stanzas in another joins, except he changes the words to say my name. Now everyone joins in. Eight seven year olds are singing my name while we're on our way back to the bus. Korean grandmothers and grandfathers are staring at us in bewilderment. I couldn't be more proud.