Blogging on Boy’s Night

The above title doesn’t really have any relevance to the rest of this post, but that’s what you get for writing at 2:30 in the morning.

I had the pleasure, earlier this week, of conducting my first naming ceremony. A new student came into my 7M class and I had to provide him with a new English name that we can further cement the language and cultural barrier between us. Maybe that’s unfair.

Anyway, I gave him a list of essentially ten random names I thought up in a few seconds, and by the end of the class, I was the proud teacher of Lloyd, a son of Seogwipo’s finest.

Today students were given surveys to evaluate the teachers with. One of the students was smirking at me and whispering “bye bye, teacher.”

“What do you mean, bye bye?” I asked him.

“You know what it means,” he said with a twisted grin.

Yeah, I know what it means. It means that I’m going to call you out on my blog, you little dipshit. Even Skywalker and his stupid smirk isn’t that malicious.

A survey was also given out to a class that I have taught twice in my life so far. I’ve spent 100 minutes with these kids, and they are grading my teaching skills. Which in the end makes sense, because although I’ve only been with them for 100 minutes, the memories are going to last a lifetime.

But are they though? I can barely remember what I did with them on the first day RIGHT NOW. But I’m past age 22 so both my memory and my libido is already fading, where as these kids are just about embark on the adventure of life. Maybe I need to shave again.

My faith in my students was almost (just almost) restored when one of my eighth graders knew who the Loch Ness Monster was. I hope it’s not because he saw that really shitty movie “The Water Horse.” But I’m too afraid to ask.

I would like to now awkwardly transition to an obscure question about poker rules. I am almost 100 % sure that in a showdown where somebody has gone all in, both players need to show their hands. This was a minor point of contention for others, but a major one for me. Who among this blog’s 12  endless legion of readers will help me out on this one?

While I’m writing about ‘sports’, or at least ‘things that show up on ESPN’, I can happily report that I both found and utilized a gym this week. An excellent picture of me trying to look sporty whilst unknowingly holding a large pick handbag will be appearing on this blog shortly. Not that this looks out of place in Korea.