Archive for August 27th, 2007

They are multiplying!

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I teach one of the most infamous students in the school. He’s a complete misogynist and picks fights with everyone in the class. He’s the smallest student in his grade, smaller than most of the kindergarten students, despite being four years older than them. What he lacks in stature, he more than makes up for in cruelty and a wicked tongue.

The boy cackles, actually CACKLES LIKE A WITCH, when he makes a classmate cry. He has his own little henchman that laughs at everything he says too. The girls in the class have banded together to stop his abuse. They complained so much to teachers that he’s moved onto the biggest boy in the entire class.

When I say “biggest”, the boy is twice the bad mouth boy’s size, but he’s also a little fatter. The mean students constantly knock down the bigger boy’s confidence by calling him a pig in Korean between classes. Sometimes they even mock him in front of me. Here is an exchange I heard today:

Me: “I need to check your homework please.”

Mean boy: “Yeah pig, let him see how many you got wrong, you stupid pig.”

Henchman: “Heh heh heh. Stupid pig. Hah!”

Me: “What did you just say? Give me your rewards papers! I’m punishing you!”

It’s ridiculous. Completely inappropriate for class. It doesn’t matter how many times you yell at the student for being a total ass, the simple fact he made someone upset is what gives him pleasure.

I tried to explain to him, once, that the fact that he hits girls means he lost, not matter what she did, or how angry he got. He can never “win” a fight with anyone by hitting. He said that as long as the girl was upset, he had won. I told him that the only thing that stops the tiny boy from getting his ass kicked every single day was that THEIR parents had taught them how to behave, and that if he ever really picks on someone bad, he’s going to get slaughtered. He didn’t understand.

The large boy in class would absolutely destroy him in a fight, but never lifts a finger. The bigger student yells, and cries, but he never tried to actually fight. The little boy knows taekwondo, but really, at that age it’s just punching and kicking anyway. Plenty of students have a reason to beat the little jerk up, but he’s escaped a major pummeling somehow.

Today, while the small boy was berating the secretary of the school for not letting him cheat on his vocabulary test, I saw another boy running around with the exact same clothing on. Smaller, younger, but positively the same clothes. The director was locked away behind closed doors with a parent. It turns out the bad boy has a younger brother. THERE IS ANOTHER ONE! HE MIGHT ATTEND THE SCHOOL TOO!

My mind boggles at the possibility of seeing multiple members of this family on a weekly basis. If this boy is bad after a few years of studying English, I can’t imagine his lawless, uncivilized brother in a class full of first grade students. He might be feral, although he seemed used to the idea of wearing clothing when I observed him in the school.

I suppose I am doing the community a service. If the kids are in school with me, they can’t be on the streets torturing animals or burning down houses. I think they let their child fail the vocabulary test so that it takes him an extra few hours to get home while he is retested every day. I know I would be happy to see him supervisedyet out of the house.

Rain Delay

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I got kicked out of the house with Yoshi while my wife went on another cleaning rampage. I had encoded some Simpsons, again, and grabbed a bag of amusements for myself. I also had some plastic bags to keep Yoshi’s mess under control. We headed out after a rainstorm had cooled down everything.

I had planned to be outside the house for at least 90 minutes, which seems to be about the time needed for things to get moderately clean enough for me to escape problems when I return. A 90 minute walk is a lot, so I planned to go to a pagoda area near the river, watch some Simpson episodes, then return.

I had miscalculated how far the pagodas were from my house. The only time I ride the length of the river trail pass the pagoda area is when I ride my bike. I’ve never actually walked the entire length of the area from my apartment to the place before with Yoshi. It’s a lot farther than we normally go. It wasn’t a big deal, because I had some podcasts I wanted to listen to and Yoshi will walk anytime he’s out of the house without incident.

When we finally GOT we were going, we had a few problems. One of the pagodas was filled with people eating. That’s no good for someone with a dog. The next one had an older couple with their own dog. Yoshi wanted to bother that dog, but it was sitting on an old man’s lap. I had to move on. There was a set of seats available, and I had just arranged the dog and my mp3 player to get comfortable when a group of three young men each with a dog in tow walked past. Of course Yoshi wanted to meet everyone one of these dogs personally. He was whimpering to visit the newcomers, so we went down to the river area and got to meet them.

As soon as I let Yoshi off the leash, it started raining again. I had to chase him down, leash him up, and get under the shelter again. The three men with their dogs joined me, and we all let our dogs run around for a bit. I decided to head back, as the sky looked to get darker as I went. I got about half way to my house when another downpour started. I looked around. I saw some steps leading over a hill I had never been up before. There were some trees on either side, and what could have been a park. If there is a park, then there is a pagoda for parents. I ran up the hill, worried I’d need to run the entire way back to my apartment soaked head to toe with all my electronics in my lap dripping. Why hadn’t I carried an umbrella?!

I was in luck. There was a pagoda! I ran inside, found a clean seat, fired up the mp3 player again, and waited out the storm. It was another 45 minutes or so before the rain had stopped enough for me to venture outside to work my way home. I got a call from home, “It’s raining? Where are you?”

“Yeah, I know. I’m on my way home. See you soon.”

Seems I had killed enough time for her to have cleaned the entire house for once. We got home and I was told to immediately to clean myself up before I messed up the house. Next in line was the dog. Eventually everything in the house got cleaned.