My students have been finishing their semester projects this week. There are a large range of topics, anything from fishing, American football, cooking, magic tricks, chess or even beatboxing. It’s all up to the students to decide their topic, so over the course of a day I might see sixty different presentation topics. There are a lot of common hobbies and shared ideas, but I really like the variety and self-expression afforded by allowing students to be creative.
One of the projects this year that I’ve been discouraged by has been “Traditional Korean Games”. There are a handful of topics organized under the umbrella of this presentation because none of them would have enough material to complete the required presentations. They play games like Yut-Nori (like the board game “Sorry”) and Gonggi (Korean jacks) and explain the rules in English. It’s not exactly the most difficult thing in the class because everyone knows what things mean in Korean, so it takes a lot to impress me when I interview the students.
Anyway, one of the parts of this project is usually “Jegichagi“, which is just a variation of a “Hacky Sack” crossed with some streamers. They game is played the same way, trying to keep the jegi from hitting the ground by kicking it. I’ve done a bit of this before, and I usually volunteer to help students when they play. I like to be able to keep the jegi in the air at least as long as the “teacher” of the hobby.
Today when I went to participate in the game, I failed to calculate the increased difficulty that would be caused by my dress shoes. I was into my second string of kicks when I lost my balance on my heel and slammed my elbow and shoulder onto the concrete in front of the group. The students wanted to approach and help me up as if I was an elderly man that had just fallen on the street or something, but also didn’t want to touch me or embarrass me by offering me assistance. I just started laughing and got up, rubbed myself off, and left the group. “I’ll feel that tomorrow.”
I am a little sore because of it already, and I’m sure I’ll be wincing tomorrow as I finish up grading all 600 projects that I’ve watched for the past month, but that’ll be from all the repetitive strain from the data entry, not just the fall. (Shudder)
