so i made it through my 'open house'... basically five korean parents sitting quietly through my class while i nervously did the rigamarole of my school's curriculum.

the parents were there for an hour, i pressed the flesh, made a couple of new friends, and sent the kids for a break.

during that hour the kids were silent, almost too afraid to ask questions. especially the two 'bad kids', john and david, who i affectionately refer to as 'tweedledumb' and 'tweedledipshit'.

the parents left.

the kids all of a sudden started ripping paint off the walls and throwing books out the window. one kid started spontaneoulsly bleeding from his palms, another re-wrote the new testament, replacing every instance of the word 'lord' with 'sandwiches'.

i considered it a good way to teach him verb tenses and articles, we're going to laminate it, frame it and hang it in the hall...