crash and burn

Oh my god i am so done with this job. sometimes i think, yeah, i could do another year, and then days like this bring me to my senses.

So, the project work had been going smoothly. the plan was to present next week, last week of classes. Tada. Put them on stage, make them perform, film it, applaud, make the Koreans nod in approval, because this is how English is done, right? But, some groups still haven't done a thing, even though they've had weeks. The co-teacher has made things worse. As a rampant alcoholic and pathologial liar who sleeps, sings, screams and disrupts the class, her presence has negated any validity my class once had as a "real" class one must take seriously. She is often harder to control than the students. Other groups have completely LOST the reports and posters they've been making all month. So they have nothing to present. Coincidently, this caught on like mono. Now, other groups are claiming there is some kind of homework stealing thief. Incredible. I suspect this is their way of getting away with doing fuck all. They said, "teacher, no presentation, minus score" knowing full well there is no score.

Throughout the year, whenever I tried to motiate or discipline them, more than a few girls explained "teacher, me no brain.. marry boy, many many babies, just love." The frequency of students who have said this, combined with the frightening reality of this occuring and the INSANE out of control global overpopulation problem really makes me see sterilization in a new light. And when the dark thoughts such as those start making regular appearances, that's a good indicator you need a change of scene.

But, I'm still going to make them stand up there and film their 5 minutes of silence. Perhaps that is the most honest representation of their abilities, though. Aside from a few shining stars, I give up on Korean students.

This song remind me of Christmas. It makes me happy.

Too Drunk to Dream: The Magnetic Fields