So we have a new teacher as of Thursday and at first, I thought he might be a celebrity because he looked as if he’d just come off the set of 꽃보다남자. We all thought he was about 25-27 years old, but he told me as we were leaving that he’s 32. He’s looking good for it, that’s for sure. It might be the football he says he plays every week.
I don’t know much else about him other than his English is not great, but we’re able to hold a basic conversation. Oh yea, and I know he goes to church. Do you know why I know that? Because he asked me if I believed in Jesus. Why do people do that? That is so not an appropriate question when you’ve only known someone for a day and you’ve hardly spoken. I don’t really blame him because if we both spoke the same language, then we’d have more to talk about but I still hate it when people try to get me to go to church.
It gets better actually. I wrote the above on Monday morning before work, but yesterday afternoon while I was arranging my schedule (that had been changed yet again), when he pulled a small Korean bible out of his desk drawer. I stood up to make a copy of some homework and when I got back to my desk, the bible was sitting on the corner. Is it just me or is that an outrageously inappropriate thing to do? He said he was giving it to me. It’s all in Korean. No thank you.
…and a New Student
Being single again is working for me right now and although I don’t want any commitment, everyone loves an ego rub now and again. Like most other people, I take these from whoever offers. Well, one of the new students likes me these days.
On Monday, I was informed by another teacher that she thought I was really handsome and this made me giggle like a little girl. Not so much because I was flattered [obviously I was a little], but because she told me that she’d wanted to speak to me for ages but whenever she came near me, she ‘squee’d’ and ran away. That’s cute, and so I decided to take the initiative.
It started not long after she came for her first lesson and I passed her in the corridor. I stopped, and said, “Hi, nice to meet you. Are you OK?”. Well, that broke her because she just got really embarrassed and ran away.
Later, during one of my classes, I realised I needed another copy of a book and so I went to the copy machine. She was standing in the doorway of the teacher’s room and so I had move past her to get to the copy machine. I said, “Excuse me.” as I eased past her and she just froze, then screamed something to the teacher and ran back to the class. I was a little worried, but the teacher just laughed at me and told me she was really embarrassed.
Then, yesterday she was walking around and talking to the teacher a lot and giggling. It turns out, she wanted to take a picture with me on her phone so I had to stand in the middle of the lobby with her giggling like a crazy girl and other students standing and watching. I’m expecting some grief for that today and for the rest of the week.
These days I get a lot of stick from some students who think it’s funny to be rude and not study in class, and while I don’t really take any of it to heart, it gets tiring sometimes. So, when a student approaches me and wants to talk, that’s really nice. I miss my now departed high school students who spoke to me every day and who chatted to me about various fandoms.
