Precious Moments

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Remember problem child, from a while back? Little second grader who is a handful in class?

Long story short, he’s not a problem child anymore. At least, not to me. He’s one of those kids who is extremely talented and too smart for his grade, so he gets really bored and acts out. He’s also the biggest ham I’ve ever met.


Remember problem child, from a while back? Little second grader who is a handful in class?

Long story short, he’s not a problem child anymore. At least, not to me. He’s one of those kids who is extremely talented and too smart for his grade, so he gets really bored and acts out. He’s also the biggest ham I’ve ever met.

Anyway, just a few minutes ago he peeked into my room and asked “teacher… phone?” I told him to come in and he used my desk phone to call his mom. I think she was late to pick him up. I heard him say he was in the English classroom. He hung up and said “teacher… stay?” I had him pull up a chair and help me make nametags for English camp. When we were done, I asked if he wanted to listen to Christmas music. He smiled. We were listening to Christmas music last week in after school class, and he’d repeatedly requested “All I Want For Christmas is You.” I put it on and pulled up a page with the lyrics. We spent the next ten minutes learning the words and singing them. Boy, kiddo can SING! Future K-Pop star here. Calling it.

His mom showed up a few minutes later and he ran out without the song lyrics. Of course, I had to chase him down and give them to him. I’m hoping to get a youtube-worthy performance before the end of the year.

I was touched that he picked me to visit. His homeroom is two floors down. He’s visited me before out of the blue. I get the feeling that he has a hard time getting along with the other kids, and that some of the teachers think of him the way I used to– like a problem child. Without getting too much into a cultural critique, I get the impression that it’s even harder to be a “different” kid here than it is at home. Korea is a culture of collectivism and conformity, and anyone who doesn’t quite fit in faces a tough road.

Anyway, he’s the sweetest little boy and I worry that he’s going to have a hard time as he gets older.

My heart is all full of teacherly love.



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