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Consider.

My anti-spam protection is currently tighter than... something really tight. I've been blocking automated blogspot accounts decrying my awesomeness in two-year old posts for a while now, so if my zealousness has overlapped onto you Real Folk you should let me know. I censor because I love.

My school, Ze Olde Herald in Sanbon, needs a new foreign teacher in the next month. Meaning: soon. If anybody happens across this post and thinks, "You know, Starbucks really isn't that hot of a career opportunity... what I really want is a job where I can be around crying Korean children for most of the day," well then, you should come work here. Let me know. But you'd best be cool, because you will be required to involve yourself in extracurricular activities like firework fights on the roof and dealing with Mike's rabbit's overgrown teeth.

If you have any kind of concerns about the quality education I engage in at Herald, here is an insightful conversation I had with my students earlier this week:

Jerry: "Chris teacher is crazy."

Me: "I'm not crazy. Jerry looks like a retarded monkey on drugs."

Jerry: "Me no monkey!"

Gina: "Ha ha! Jerry is monkey!"

Sally: "Monkey Jerry monkey!"

Chris: "The word on the street is that you're a monkey, Jerry."

Sally: "Chris teacher is a King Kong. Head is monkey and body is fat mouse!"

Oh, it's great to see them using new vocabulary and referencing blockbuster films. But I'll never understand why virtually every kid insists on putting articles (a, the) before proper nouns like names, but not where they should be. It's a lingual pandemic. And don't tell me I should teach them better, because I was gonna but then they called the Chris Teacher a King Kong and that shit hurts when you happen to be tall.

Posted by Chris at 06:28 AM >> Commentations (1)