Showing posts with label Teacher Annalog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Teacher Annalog. Show all posts

08 March 2011

Korean Children's Lit - Animated

I've been such a devout Googler that I've missed out on how cool Yahoo! Korea is. Yahoo! Korea, in collaboration with Yes24.com, features a section called 영어동화, a collection of animated videos of Korean folktales, contemporary Korean children's lit (translated into English!), and Korean adaptations of classic folk/fairy tales. Similar to most audio books made in Korea, the voices can get a bit grating, but these video are nonetheless dynamic and appealing to young viewers. The videos also feature English captions.

These animated stories are a feature of Yahoo! Korea's "Infant Zone" and are free to view online. I stumbled across this site while searching for info on Cloud Bread an illustrated story by Baek Hee Na. Cloud bread sounds so delicious.


야후! 꾸러기 동화

Cloud Bread (구름빵) 유아 부문 스테디셀러인 빛그림 그림책 『구름빵』을 영어 동..


While the books are better appreciated in hard copy form, this seems like a great way to get a taste of Korean children's literature.

05 March 2011

Teacher Annalog Miss

For the second year in a row, I tried to teach my newly minted second graders at The Elementary School to refer to me as "Ms. Annalog" instead of "Annalog Teacher." I know that the title of "Teacher" in Korean holds much respect, but the use of this honorific in English is a great detractor from one's level of English, no matter how advanced the speaker might be. Even if you have the pronunciation, vocabulary, and grammatical skillz of a "native English speaker" the mere fact that you referred to your English instructor as "So-and-So Teacher" is a telltale sign that you learned English as a second/foreign language. Plus, for some strange reason, when someone addresses me as "Teacher" or "Annalog Teacher" I can't help picturing Ralph Wiggins.

My class of second graders last year were particularly bright, and quick to practice speaking in English. I thought, surely they'd have no trouble referring to me as "Ms. Annalog." When I began writing the words "miss" and "mister" on the board, the class was quick to identify the terms. They even laughed appropriately at my joke about being called "Mr. Annalog."
"Who am I?" I'd ask.
"Ms. Annalog," they'd say obligingly.
I patted myself on the back, beaming with self-importance.

The next day, the most fluent student in the class asks, "Annalog Teacher, what are we doing today?"

Annalog Teacher fail.


The students proceeded to call me "Annalog Teacher" for the rest of the year. Some of the more cheeky first grade students even referred to me simply as "Annalog", like I'm their chingu or something!

That is why when we started the new school year last week, I was determined to set my new batch of second graders straight. I gave the same spiel about how to address teachers in English. The kids nodded their heads in comprehension. They repeated after me when I said, "Miss Annalog." With all that said and done, I had little expectation that they would stop referring to me as "Teacher Annalog."

But on Friday... at the end of class, one of my students says in parting, "Goodbye Annalog Teacher Miss."

Miss! She said, "Miss!"
She totally made my day.

As one of my colleagues pointed out, it is unlikely that the students will refer to us as Ms. So-and-So because the homeroom teachers refer to us as So-and-So Teacher. Despite what has now become a yearly attempt at teaching my students how to address a teacher in English or the fact that I've written a whole blog post about wanting to be referred to as "Miss Annalog", I'm not all that bothered if a student calls me Annalog Teacher. Go ahead and roll your eyes, but the "teacher" part has become an intrinsic part of who I am.

19 August 2009

I think I've earned my Ellie Badge.

Seong and I have spent the past two weeks helping seniors with their college application essays. I know that we're both getting paid for our services, but sometimes I feel like I'm doing volunteer work. Both Seong and I are committed to maintaining some standard of integrity: We might prompt a kid with essay topics or offer them some generous assistance with their grammar and syntax, but we truly try to avoid writing the essay or explicitly telling students what to write. Trust me. That's much harder than it sounds.

High schoolers can't help it. They're just prone to writing what they think admissions officers want to see. Plus, it's really hard to think and write about yourself when you only have 17 years of life under your belt. We've become writing tutors/therapists.

At the end of the day, I go away feeling like we've succeeded in helping students showcase their best qualities without creating any yarns, but it is pretty exhausting.

To help me recover, I've taken to listening to the the soundtrack for Pixar's Up. It's like optimism in a bottle. It makes me believe for a moment that helium balloons could actually carry a fully furnished house all the way to South America.


Up

21 January 2009

Teacher Annalog: What Makes a Person Smart?

Besides an ivy league degree?

Here's a response from one of my third grade students (a non-farting one). I had meant, what does it mean for a person to be smart, but he interpreted the question as "How does one become smart?" His response basically sums up most Korean moms' approach to learning...


What Makes a Person Smart.
Written by a Third Grader

A person becomes smart if he or she practices the same thing over and over again. Another thing to get smart is to pay attention in class and focus. Another thing to do to get smart is don’t be lazy on weekends or a break and work instead. Another thing to do to get smart is ask your mom to give you worksheets and ask your mom to get you math classes. The last thing to do is to do a higher grade level work.

Teacher Annalog: The Gas Man

This month, I'm teaching students from grades 3 to 8. I feel sort of like a schoolmarm from the prairie days. Because most of our students attend international schools, we're able to run our classes in a more western style. We're less grade or test score oriented, and more about helping students become thoughtful readers and articulate writers, as well as making learning fun. Lofty goals, I know, but we try our best.

I haven't blogged much about work. For one thing, my boss is my cousin, and my family reads this blog. Keke. Also, I don't know if I've become a better teacher or perhaps I'm just getting more cynical, but I don't have as many teaching horror stories to report this time around. This story, however, is one that I'm dying to share.

I just started teaching a class of 3rd grade boys a couple of weeks ago. Even though the class is draining, I enjoy the challenge, especially because kids will do or say the darndest things.

Last Friday, two of the boys began gagging and waving their hands in front of their noses. "Eww!" whined one boy. "Somebody farted." We all immediately turned to the one, silent boy.

"Sorry" he shrugged with a sheepish grin. "I farted. I couldn't help it."
My olfactory systems a bit off, but that's when the offensive smell seemed to pervade the classroom. I even had to stop one kid from seeking refuge in the storage closet. It was bit of a circus.

I have to give myself credit. Rather than gagging or giggling like a school girl, I managed to say in a firm, yet sympathetic voice, "Farting is a natural bodily function. I know that sometimes they can't be controlled. Next time, if you feel such an impulse and can't control it, please excuse yourself, and go in the hallway."

A hour later, we were in the midst of an activity when the Gas Man suddenly shot up from his seat and ran to the classroom door. Forgetting what I had said earlier, I said sharply, "Where are you going?"

With half of his body out the door, the Gas Man whispers loudly, "I have to fart."

"Oh, okay. Quickly! Go in the hallway."

Gas Man returns to the classroom with a gigantic, satisfied smile. I feel like I should pat him on the head or give him a liver snap. Instead, I just say. "Thank you."

26 August 2008

How old AM I?

I just celebrated another birthday. Boy, does time fly. I can't believe I've already celebrated two birthdays in the Motherland!

Whenever people ask me how old I am, I always have to pause before I respond. It's not because I'm trying to conceal my age or anything. I just need a moment to remember. I know this makes me sound like an idiot, but sometimes I forget how old I am.

When I first arrived in the Motherland, I'd present my age according to the American calendar. Since then, I tell people my age according to the Korean counting system. In the Motherland, they count the time you spent in your umma's womb and round up, meaning you're one when you're born. Then, at the turn of the lunar new year, they add on another year. This means that when I was 25 in the Homeland, I was considered 27 in the Motherland. Now, I am 26 in the Homeland, but am still 27 and will be 28 after the new year. I think. I'm not sure. It's all so confusing!

In any case, I've passed the mid-twenties. Yikes!

Koreans will inevitably ask for your age because a) they want to figure out if you're date-able b) they need to know if you're their senior and thus, speak to you using formal terms. Rather than fast forwarding your age a year or two, it's best to just say the year of your birth. Koreans, after all, are good at math :)


I had to work on my birthday, but I didn't mind (especially since we had a really nice cake from Passion 5 Bakery). Also, as a late August baby, I'm used to starting school on my birthday. The girls in my class wrote me a little note, while the boys ignored the white board as if they could not believe that their teacher had an actual birthday, and was not in fact a escapee from the gates of hell.

I know that they ignore me because they secretly love me. ㅋㅋㅋ.

07 August 2008

I think I need a notebook to take note of all my notebooks.

I like to think that I'm frugal, but then I look back at my blog and I realize that I spend a lot of money on frivolous things. The truth is I'm quite the spendthrift when it comes to food and stationery.

Korean stationery is just incomparable. It's inexpensive, yet extremely cute; so cute that I'm willing to ignore befuddling Engrish phrases like "I'll say my name to you this morning, certainly" or "Stay with me like now, leaning on each other, feeling irresistible happiness."

I especially like Korean notebooks. Kyobo has all sorts of notebooks and diaries to help you hypothetically organize your life or memories. I really dig the notebooks with grid-lines. (I think this is because I secretly want to be an engineer, despite my disinterest in physics.)

Notebooks to write music, create a story board; write about how much you miss your mom.














This one helps you track your weight loss progress.














I actually bought this cash book to help me keep track of my spending. Yeah, that's working out well...














My teaching gig only increases my compulsion to buy more stationery. These are the notebooks and planners that I'm currently using. I really like the planners by MMMG. I've been using the green one (PLANNER.M) because it has a lot of room to jot down notes from my various classes, but I plan on switching over to the red "Draw Your Tomorrow" planner so that I can take down even more thorough notes. I also have multiple notebooks for lesson planning, story writing, Korean class, and random ideas. I know it's more efficient to consolidate my notes, but I'll take any reason to buy more notebooks.

I also wanted to point out my favorite pens. I am currently obsessed with the Zebra Espina Pearly Rubber ballpoint pens. The "pearly rubber" grip is very comfortable and is perfect for my freakishly small fingers.















I also like these fine point marker pens by Monami. I've been trying to grade in green or purple because my students say that my comments seem much harsher in red. The pens are very cheap (500 won?), so I'll probably stock up on them before I head back to the Homeland.














I recently purchased these "Funny School" stamps with a few useful Korean phrases. I think I'll save the "Power Up" stamp for the students that bomb their vocab quizzes.














I didn't buy this label maker, but I was very tempted. It prints labels in Korean, English, Japanese, and a few Chinese characters. I already have a label maker, so I don't need this one. I just like to admire it from afar. Clearly I am a geek. :)














For those of you who don't have the good fortune to live near a Kyobo bookstore, come along with Cyndi and me, as we take you through our neighborhood store.

15 May 2008

Happy Teacher's Day to Me

I did not realize it was Teacher's Day in Korea until I saw all the flowers and gifts that my colleague received. My co-worker is an awesome teacher and she totally deserves all of her gifts, if not more. I can't say that I am as noteworthy of a teacher, but I definitely deserve at least a "Happy Teacher's Day, Teacher." Sadly, I received zilch. Those ungrateful little...

I've decided that I'm going to applaud myself: Good job, Teacher Annalog! You are awesome! I may not be the best teacher, but I'm certainly better than that old guy who whacks students with a ruler!

Thus, I've decided to post an excerpt from an email that I received from one of my students. (I should mention that I'm leaving my current hagwon, because my cousin has decided to open up her own hagwon.) This student refers to me as his "best teacher." I'm not sure what kind of monsters may have taught him in the past, but I'll take the title of "best teacher," no questions asked.

Big ol' pat on the back:

Teacher Annalog,
... I will miss you because you was the best teacher I have met since i was a baby. You were the teacher in ____________ Academy, and i was afraid at first. Maybe it

could be the feacher of American, but i liked your mind to accept all the idea of students even it is strange things. And you improved my mind also in accepting other's ideas...

The next time some kid refers to me as the devil, I'm going to stuff this email in his or her face and say, "Best teacher SINCE HE WAS A BABY! You better recognize."

01 March 2008

Teacher Annalog: V is for Victory

It's admittedly a small victory, but I'm going to shamelessly revel in it nevertheless.

To my astonishment, my fourth grade demons have started to refer to me as "Miss Annalog." I only asked them to call me "Annalog." The "Miss" part is a pleasant surprise. They've referred to me as "Miss Annalog" for the past two classes, so I no longer think it's a fluke occurrence.

Some of you must be wondering, how did you tame those wild beasts? My answer is probably contrary to everything you'd probably learn as a professionally trained teacher, but here are a few of my tips:

1. When students call you a "devil" or tell you, in so many words, that they despise your existence, simply respond, "I'm rubber and you're glue. Whatever you say bounces off of me and sticks to you."

2. Then, reinforce their low opinion of you through self-deprecating humor.
Or, do a reverse attack, and indulge in self-flattery and ask things like, "Besides me, of course, who do you admire most in the world?" I like to mix up both tactics in an effort to confuse them and leave them thinking, "Does she want us to hate her or love her?"

3. Reward students with candy. I believe that in the biz, they call this "bribery."

4. If you are dealing with primarily male elementary students, try to drop the following words as much as possible: butt, blood, bombs, fart, Nintendo DS, and monsters. If you are dealing with female students, I imagine that you should use these terms: pink, princess, puppies, cell phones, and Hanna Montana.

5. Encourage every little action worthy of merit.
You did all of your homework? Excellent? You did MOST of your homework? Nice job! You only did the easy parts of your homework? Good effort! You threw you cup in the GARBAGE CAN? That's so thoughtful of you! You didn't try to disparage my reputation as a teacher? You're a champ! You don't wish me to die -- TODAY? You are just too precious!

6.
Allow students to take an extra long break.
Okay, that one's really not to win the boys over. That's really more for your sanity.

7. If all else fails, threaten to call their mom.

I think that about covers it.
I hope my advice will help teachers across the globe.
I should note that I am not responsible for any ill consequences that may arise from practice of these tips. Your misuse of the aforementioned strategies simply means that you are inept and obviously not as skilled as Teacher Annalog. :)

16 February 2008

Teacher Annalog: "How to be an Awesome President"

I recently started teaching a small class of fourth grade international school students. Because they are nine-year-old boys from privileged backgrounds, they can be quite antagonistic. As they remind me on a regular basis, they hate me and think that I am a devil because (a) I am a "girl" (b) assign them homework (c) make them take a vocabulary quiz and (d) make them write an essay every week. For some reason, they are under the impression that I am their babysitter or royal entertainer, and not their highly esteemed reading and writing teacher. These boys better recognize.

I'm determined to win them over through patience, candy, vocab games, and a generous tolerance for references to violence and video games.

Today, they started referring to me as "Ms. Devil." I see this as a step in the right direction. In fact, one student even gave me a piece of bubble gum. It was wrapped, so I don't have to worry about the gum being poisoned. Plus, I let the other boys eat the gum in class for safe measure.

Even though they can be quite horrid, I'm starting to enjoy the class. I especially enjoy reading their essays. My elementary students may not be strong writers, but they often prove to be quite insightful, despite their limited writing skills. Meanwhile, the essays of my older students are poorly written AND lack creativity or critical thinking.

Since the Homeland is in the midst of an election year, I thought I'd share a couple of essays courtesy of my fourth grade demons. The topic was: "What are the necessary qualities for a good president?"

Obama and McCain need to take note.

Editorial comments are in italics.
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President !!!
Written by: Too Smart for his Own Good


Presidents are really serious when they are talking what about to do for the future. They also need to be clean and look good. They also need to have the responsibility to speech.

They need to be clean when there doing there speech. But they could be clean or dirty in there home. The reason is that the people won't like to see a dirty president doing speech.

They also need to have the responsibility to speech. The reason is that they should make there own speech because they can't just stay there saying nothing. They also need to have a responsibility because they can't just say something wrong then the people will be thinking they are crazy.

These are my reasons why presidents have to be serious and be careful when they give a speech.

Teacher Annalog: Seriously, future Mr. President. Just be sure to look good and prevent yourself from saying anything foolish. I guess our current president would argue that it's easier said than done...

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President
Written by: The Nice One


If you want to be a president, you need to make laws for the country. Laws are very helpful, because people will be safe, and country will not ruin.

Second, you need to be responsible so everybody can believe you, and you can hear good things about you or some people can peak you for president again.

Third, you need to be smart, because if you foolish, everybody have a much complains to president, and your country will ruins, or your country will be going poor, and you may be impeached.

Last, you need to be kind to everyone so that everyone will love their president, and support the presidents party. If you want to be president, I think you need these qualities.

Teacher Annalog: As most presidents will attest to, the presidency is not about leading the country per se. The presidency is about your LEGACY. What will the history books say? Are you going to go down as the chump that "ruined" the country or will you be remembered as the charismatic president that everyone loved (and narrowly escaped impeachment). Also, don't forget about your party. They MADE you. You better represent or else... you just might wake up one day and find the severed head of Ann Coulter in your bed.

17 January 2008

Teacher Annalog: Write a Scary Story

Most Korean students are currently off from school. In America, most families would consider this a vacation period. Unfortunately, in Korea, winter break simply means more hours spent in hagwons, academies specializing in SAT prep, math, science, English, etc.

I normally teach junior high and high school students, but this month, I have the opportunity to teach an intensive reading and writing course for elementary school students (fifth and sixth graders). They may not be fluent in English, but they make up for their lack of proficiency with their exuberance and attentiveness. They can be quite a handful, but they never cease to amuse me.

I won't have much time for leisurely posts for the next two months, but I thought I'd ocassionally post a sample of their writing, because kids truly do say the darnedest things.

Their writing may not always be grammatically correct, or for that matter, coherent, but is often surprisingly insightful.

_____________________________________________________
Topic: Tell me a scary story or describe a scary incident that happened to you. Include an example of simile or personification.

"The Mummy"*
I'm afraid of my mummy because when her get angry she always control me to clean my room. If I clean quickly she tell me again to clean the bathroom. Sometimes she yell and hit me so I afraid of my mother and my father afraid her too. When my mother was sick, but my father don't care her so she is going angry and she ran out of my home.

Teacher Annalog's comments: Take note, student. It's best that you learn this lesson at a young age. You should never upset Mother, especially when she feels like crud.


"It's a Hard Knock Life"
When I was in second grade I was playing at the friend's house. We was playing gameboy. I didn't know the time was 11 p.m. because I was so concentrated playing gameboy. So outside was as dark as dark chocolate. I was walking away home and I was resting at slide in playground. 10 minutes later 3 mens were coming me. The mans were big as hulk and tall as giraffe. They came to me and said "give me money" so I ran fast as cheeta and yelled big as I could. The trees were whispering to me "run faster." At the place were the place divides in to 2 ways I got to get free by them chasing me. I told to my parents that there is gangster here. that was my bad day in my life.

Teacher Annalog's comments: You are strong and agile like a Denzel Washington. May the winds continue to guide you with their whispered wisdom.


"Like Scary Man"
I'm afraid about dog because of really dangerous accident. When I was nine years old, I get a big hurt from dog. I want to forget that accident. Let me tell you detail.
I was buying a good for grandmother and the dog was coming to me. So I ran away from him. Dog sounds like very scary man. This is the reason why I afraid about dog.

Teacher Annalog's comments: This totally happened to me, except I was with my grandmother... and we were trying to steal mangoes from my neighbor's yard... and the dog was scary like Britney, post K-Fed.


"The Bat"
I am afraid of my mom. Especially when I late from the promise. She is very scary. Once time I played with my friends and I came really late to home because of playing. The home was silent when I got into home. It was like a desert with no one but myself. And I wanted to just cover this up so I slowly went into my room suddenly the silent word of mom made me scary. I wanted to escape from my mom as fast as I can. But my mom came with an aluminum bat. That day was a very hurted day with a bat.

Teacher Annalog's comments: Do not be disheartened. Many a brave man has been defeated by the "silent word of mom." Even the most formidable soldier could not help but acquiesce to the wordless gaze of an angry mother... or an aluminum bat.

*I took the liberty of creating titles for each of the featured pieces.

02 November 2007

A Letter from Teacher Annalog

Dear Student,

I do not hate you. On your best days, you are bright, lively, insightful, and fun. On your bad days, too many days, you are duplicitous little mice, who make me regret giving you any cookies.

I hate that you tear at my heart with your pleading eyes and woeful sighs, begging me to give you just five more minutes to study the vocabulary you should have studied at home, or in the car, or while you were eating pizza with your friends. I hate that your stories about how you only got four hours of sleep or how you are overwhelmed with homework are evident on your weary faces. I hate that I inevitably give you your five minutes.

I hate that you beg me to play more games like hangman or watch movies in class, just like your old teacher used to do. I hate that I sacrifice precious, unpaid hours, researching and preparing lessons that are challenging, yet fun and interesting, instead of sleeping in, watching old Top Model reruns, making use of my expensive gym membership, or writing on my blog! I hate that I excitedly bring you a book that I think you'll enjoy because it's scary and has a lot of cuss words, but then you tell me it's too boring and too long after only reading twenty pages. I hate that I spend so much time looking for fun essay topics like, "If you could have any fictional character as your roommate, who would you pick and why?" and you complain that it's too hard because there are just too many options. I hate that I throw in a Mad Lib or a brief game of vocab pictionary when I know morale is low.

I hate that I go easy on you, because I know that your teachers hit you when you misbehave in your day school. I hate that you go home, and tell your mother that the teacher is too lax and does not know how to maintain order in the classroom. I hate that you are the very one who begged me to let the class play! play! play! I hate that you quit my class to go to another academy that definitely won't let you play!, play, or play.

I hate that I understand the parental and societal pressures that drive you. I hate that empathy causes me to focus on all your positive qualities, and positively spin your flaws. I hate that my generous evaluations lead you to believe that you are better than you are. I hate that you (and your mom) surreptitiously convince the front office to move you up a level, when I would have advised otherwise. I hate that you think you are advanced just because you can compose a sentence without error. I hate that you think you're capable of a harder class when you can't produce a proper thesis or analyze literature beyond the obvious. I hate that you want to run a marathon, when you're still learning to walk.

I hate your parents and cultural upbringing for instilling you with the belief that education is a means of getting ahead in life, and not that learning is a way of life. I hate that your privileged life has awarded you a sense of entitlement. Education is not your divine right. It's a privilege. I hate that I can understand why you are the way that you are, but that the American side of me won't easily let me accept that you're the way that you are.

I hate that my kindness and sympathy are seen as weaknesses. I hate that I seek your approval just as much as I want to be a good teacher.

On most days, I do not hate you. I honestly enjoy the challenge of getting you excited about reading and writing in English, and introducing you to new works of literature. On most days, I don't mind giving up sleep, Tyra, or yoga. Sadly, this is not one of those days.

I hope that one day I will be inspired to write you a love letter, but today, I wanted you to know that Teacher is disappointed and a little angry. What's that word I thought you the other day? Fuming.

fume [fyoom] verb to show fretful irritation or anger: The teacher is fuming.

Sincerely,
Teacher Annalog

12 October 2007

Teaching Annalog

I've undoubtedly imparted a lot of wisdom on my students for the past two months (I mean, somebody had to teach them about one of America's most beloved characters, Britney Spears), but in the process of dropping some knowledge, I've also learned much from my students.

On the Korean Education System...
  • School uniforms are expensive. When I asked a class what they would do with immense wealth, one student replied that he'd buy all the uniforms that he wanted (in addition to cars, video games, etc). Hyeyoung explained to me that uniforms are quite expensive. Sometimes even costing up to $1000. What!?! They also have many trendy uniform lines, endorsed by celebrities, hence the ridiculous pricing.
  • Certain schools forbid girls from having long hair. I do not know anything about the reasoning behind this rule, but that explains a lot of the unflattering short, hair-dos that I see around town. I understand the mandated short hair, but what's the deal with all the choppy, bowl-cut style bangs? Is that a school rule as well?
  • Teachers still employ corporal punishment. Okay, it's probably not that extreme, but one student wrote that his teacher wacks him if he misbehaves. For some reason, I didn't think such practices were still going on, at least not in Seoul.
  • Teachers will sometimes take students on an intimate retreat on the mountain. One of my students recently came to class noticeably exhausted. He explained to me that he had spent ten hours on a mountain with his teacher. "Oh, a class retreat?" I asked. Nope. Apparently, it was just a retreat for the teacher, the class president, and my student, the class vice president. Maybe it's because I watch too much Law & Order SVU, but such a scenario set off the alarm bells in my head. Two students, alone with a teacher, on a mountain for ten hours, is virtually unheard of in the States, and would likely be considered inappropriate. "Wow," I exclaimed. "Were you chosen because you were a class leader?" Apparently, the teacher will occasionally take students, who are not getting along, to the mountain retreat to resolve any conflicts. However, he and the class president were invited to discuss student government matters. I'm still a bit fuzzy on the details, but I did not want to pry -- to much. I then, asked my student what they did on the mountain. He told me that they "talked, hiked, rested", ate, and talked..." His nonchalant tone me reassured me that nothing shady went on, but I can't stop thinking that a ten-hour, three-person mountain retreat seems quite unnecessary. Sounds like some sly teacher figured out a way to get out of a day of teaching...

On Politics...
Sadly, my knowledge of current events in Korea is limited to the realm of entertainment and pop culture. Thankfully, my junior high students aren't so ignorant. I'm sure that their opinions are heavily influenced by extremely biased adults, but this is what my students taught me about the Korean political scene:
  • Korea is in for another presidential election.
  • Unfortunately, ALL the candidates are corrupt and untrustworthy.
  • Korean politicians will make all sorts of promises, but not carry through on any of them.
  • South Korea's current president, "Mr. No" is especially corrupt. Everyone hates him, including foreign heads of state. Edit: My student recommends presidential candidate, "Mr. Lee", who is apparently the least corrupt of all the men running.
  • Fortunately, presidents are only allowed to hold office for one term of four years.
  • Presidential candidates must be at least 40 years old.
  • Koreans are allowed to start voting at the age of 21.
Give their dismal outlook on Korean politics, I asked them if they thought things would change once their generation came into power. They shrugged and cynically replied, "Maybe."

To my surprise, they were also interested in American politics. American kids barely know what's going on at home, let alone the political happenings abroad. Or, maybe that's just me? One student strongly endorsed Presidential candidate, Barak Obama. He eagerly asked me if I was going to vote in the forthcoming presidential election. "Of course!" I replied. So, now I really do have to vote. ;)


Random...
Some of my students are currently infatuated with this "Potter Puppet Pals" video. You can check it out for yourself.





Teaching is quite a unique educational experience, and as an eternal nerd, I'm totally eating it all up.

11 October 2007

Teacher Annalog 선생















A T-shirt in Edae.

Warning: This is another long, wordy post with no additional pictures. Annalog is not liable for any extreme boredom or disinterest. Read at your own risk.

I've refrained from writing very much about my teaching gig, because my blog is linked to my facebook profile, and given how web saavy that many of my students are, I don't want to share too much. I know, I know. And yet, I'm okay with people stumbling upon my random musings about milk and eggs. Yes, sometimes I can be inane. I ain't denying it.

I'm a part time teacher for a hagwon in Daechi-Dong, an affluent neighborhood in Seoul, close to Kangnam. It kind of reminds me of Palo Alto (in spirit). Hagwons are specialized, after-school academies that train student in different subject area. We have SAT and college application prep services in States, but you don't really see the same range of academies as they have in Korea. Most of the extracurricular programs in the U.S. are meant for remedial help. In Korea, however, the motive is not so much to help a student in need, but rather, help a student get ahead. For example, some of my sixth grade students attend math hagwons, where they learn eighth grade algebra! In addition to my hagwon, many of my students are taking lessons in music, art, logic, and science.

I should note that my students are a little different from the average hagwon pupil. Most of my students come from affluent families. They're the children of lawyers, doctors, bankers, and international businessman. Most of them have lived at least one to two years abroad, have traveled extensively outside of Korea, or attend an international school, and thus, speak English fluently. That is why my teaching experience is atypical of the hagwon teaching experience. I'm not teaching students to speak English. I'm teaching students to analyze literature and write an effective essay. I'm definitely glad that I don't have to teach students the often frustrating, rudiments of English. I mean, if you've read much of my blog, you can see that my attention to grammar is deplorable.

I should also mention that in addition to being fluent English speakers, my students are incredibly bright. On occasion, astoundingly bright. I'm constantly both amazed and frightened by their intellectual maturity. I'm teaching sixth graders who can analyze a Hemingway short story, read classical literature on their free time, and roll their eyes when I have them read something as "simple" as Ray Bradbury's "All Summer in a Day." I teach junior high students who question the literary prestige of Amy Tan and reveal, out of their own volition, that they have up to three to six hours to work on homework for my academy (on top of all their other work from regular school and other academies). Even if the student had free time up the wazoo, your average American kid would never own up to having six hours to spend on homework; they'd admit to two hours, at most.


Though such intensity from such young people is rather foreign to me, I understand where they're coming from. These students have their eye on the prize. They are determined to get into a prestigious college in the U.S., and they know that in order to compete with students born and raised in America, they need to be well-read, with outstanding writing abilities. Frankly, I think they're waaaaaay ahead of their American counterparts.

Needless to say, teaching these students can be quite a challenge. As daunting as the task may be, I really try my best to aid them in their goal, as well as to challenge them and get them excited about the material and have a little fun. Unfortunately, I can't say that I always succeed. Despite my degrees from the Farm, I feel that I'm completely under-qualified* to teach. Teaching is not just about knowing the material, or occupying the class for two hours. Teaching is an intricate process that involves extensive preparation, personal knowledge, a teacher's inherent charisma and people skills, and an understanding of the varying levels of ability and development of your students. I have always admired and have great respect for the teaching profession, but my admiration has increased exponentially. I've always thought that the teachers of America need to get paid more, but now I demand it!

My boss says that there are three different types of teachers in the hagwon industry.
1. Teachers who don't prepare, but possess a lot of charisma and personality, and thus, thrive.
2. Teachers who lack personality, but prepare extensively, and thus, do a solid job of teaching.
3. Teachers who neither prepare nor have charisma, and consequently, suck.

My boss then commented something along the lines of, "Annalog, you are always very well-prepared." Based on deductive reasoning, am I to assume that I lack charisma, but am an able teacher since I am well-prepared? I don't know if I lack charisma, but I do know that I work really hard to find engaging material and help my students develop in their reading and writing skills. My lessons may not always be a hit, but you can't say it's because of lack of effort.

A part of me felt bad about helping the strong to get stronger by teaching at a school that caters to the privileged, but after teaching for the past two months, I've learned that these students work extremely hard, and for the most part, are eager to learn about literature and writing. Despite the fear that your students may be smarter than you, they just may be the ideal students. They're incredibly bright and not afraid of challenging material. They're eager to learn. Respect for the teacher is ingrained in them. They almost always do their homework. Or, if nothing else, fear of their moms is motivation enough for them not to displease the teacher.

I do hope that at some point in my year in Korea, I'll have the opportunity to balance my aid of the privileged by teaching some kids from underprivileged backgrounds.

My teaching experience, thus far, has made me think a lot of education, society, and adolescent development, but I'll spare you a long, boring analysis. Friends and family, if you're curious about what's going on in my noggin', you can just email me.

*In case my boss happens to come across this post, I just want to note that though I may feel under-qualified, I am definitely worth what I am being paid, if not MORE! In fact, with the effort I put into teaching and my name brand diplomas, I'd say that I'm quite the bargain :)