"Teacher, s@ck my d!ck" part 3

 

"Teacher, s@ck my d!ck" part 3

The school asked if I wanted to be in the meeting with the parents. 

I refused to meet with the parents. No thanks. There was nothing they could say to me, in their limited English, and I did not want to deal with their tears and apologies. 

Too many emotions and I did NOT want to go through all that. 

But one Korean father (of the boy who said the vulgar words) insisted on meeting me and apologizing.

I could not refuse because he specifically asked to meet me and apologize a week after the incident. 

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So I have to say now there are distinct class differences in Korea, just like any other country. In the rich areas like Seoul and Gangnam, the families are wealthy and the arrogance oozes from the students in the English classes, up north. If the same incident had happened in a rich area, the angry, entitled rich father would've stormed into the school and made our Principal, the VP and (tried) to make me apologize for creating the environment at school that made his son utter such a vulgar sentence to an adult. 

His rich son would be absolved of any responsibility and continue treating the world like his own personal playground. Rich parents who do this hurt their children and create another generation of elite who step on the working class people.

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That is the sad part. There is a sadder part. 

Because I live in a village in South Korea, there is the counter class. 

This is a working class area. 

The father came into my classroom in the early afternoon. He had a slight build and appeared to be low income, a blue collar worker. There were no expensive ties or suits purchased from the UK. There was no scent of expensive cologne or arrogance that comes with being rich. There was just a humble, embarrassed father whose apology note was translated on an app. On the apology letter he blamed his low education level for him not being able to stop his son from saying something so vulgar to me.

It made me both angry and sad that both of these were true. 

"Teacher, s@ck my d!ck" part 4- the punishment next

"Teacher, s@ck my d!ck" part 2

 

"Teacher, s@ck my d!ck" part 2

The boy said the vulgar comment on a Friday. 

I wanted to sleep on my response. So Monday morning around 8:20am, I went to the 4th floor and asked to speak with the 6th grade homeroom teacher who speaks English well. We have a good rapport. We sat in the 6th grade teacher's room and I relayed the story to her and slipped her a paper with the vulgar sentence. I refused to say it. She responded in shock, as she took notes. She apologized for his vulgarity but I refused to accept it. It wasn't her fault, naw, son! That child is responsible for his bad ass actions. She confirmed that she would relay to the other 6th grade homeroom teachers and the Principal and VP of the school and get back to me with their response. 

Well, a shit storm happened at the school, as expected.

I heard the boys were sobbing when confronted and that their parents were called for a conference at the school. 

I also finally heard the full story.

A boy saw and heard the vulgarity on a tik tok video.

He then came to school and told four other 6th grade boys.

Those four boys thought it would be funny to say it to the only woman foreign teacher, me. (They would NEVER had said that to a Korean woman teacher. We all know this.)

Two of the four boys said they wouldn't do it and the other two boys should NOT either. They walked away and refused to say it to me. 

The last two boys did rock, scissors, paper to see who would say it to me.

Even though the two boys had told them NOT TO DO IT.

I was hurt for many reasons, one for being a woman and then a foreign woman that they felt they could say this to with no consequences. I knew that in this culture, they knew better than to say that to any Korean person. So they thought less of me to decide to say it to me, the foreign woman teacher.

The boys had to immediately write letters of apology to me, which they did.

I was told it might be on their permanent record which I adamantly, vocally disagreed with. A mistake a 12 year old makes should not stop them from getting a job twenty years later, unless it was murder.

After about 10 days, I forgave them in my heart and told them I forgave them verbally, after several apologies from them. 

It would not help me to carry that anger while continuing to teach these students.

But I would be lying to you if I said it doesn't still hurt my heart, y'all. 

"Teacher, s@ck my d!ck" part 3 next

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My bus driver wears a wireless microphone so he can greet all of his customers.

I was lucky and saw him yesterday morning AND evening.🥰 I love sweet, sincere human connections.

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Pollen is everywhere!!

Spring is beautiful but is painful right now.🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

runny nose

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"Teacher, s@ck my d!ck" part 1

"Teacher, s@ck my d!ck" part 1

"Teacher, how are you? Suck my d!ck," the 6th grade boy mumbled to me, under his breath...

This happened 2 weeks ago.

...okay...it took a while for me to process and for the school to decide on a punishment...here is the story...

I AM SORRY, TEACHER.

I was coming out of the cafeteria building after lunch that Friday. I always speak to random students when outside of the classroom to help them become more comfortable speaking English in normal settings. 

Two 6th grade boys approached me. I said, "Hello, how are you?" 

The first boy said, "Hello, Teacher, how are you? (in a normal voice) suck my d!ck", he mumbled the second, vulgar part.

I cocked my head to the side and asked him to repeat what he just said. He started to look scared as the second boy behind him smirked. 

I stepped toe to toe to the first boy and said to his face, very slowly and clearly, "Don't you EVER say that to me again. Do you hear me?" he nodded his head, in fear. I repeated it again, still in shock then stomped back to my 3rd floor classroom. 

In my classroom, I paced and paced and cursed and cursed. 

I was in disbelief, y'all. 

Did this little boy just say what I thought he said?????????????

I cursed his daddy, his granddaddy and his granddaddy's daddy. 

I was so angry  (and hurt) that I went out to the hallway and looked for the boy who actually said the vulgar words to me. When I saw him, I motioned for him to enter my classroom so I could translate my disgust at his words into his first language for better understanding. 

Of course, he denied it over and over, apologizing.

But the smirk of the boy behind him confirmed for me that the words he mumbled matched what I thought I heard. 

An hour later I relayed the shocking story to my co-teacher, Miss Lee. We were both in disbelief. I refused to tell her who the boy was but confirmed that he was usually a good student and respectful to authority.

"Teacher, s@ck my d!ck" Part 2 next

Thank you to my worldwide readers

 April 14th, 2024

I have had this blog for 10 years and just wanted to thank you, the readers, for joining me on this life's journey. There have been tears, laughter, reflection, shock and joy.

I hope your life is full of everything that makes us amazing human beings, good, bad, ugly and everything wonderful in between. 

😘 Mwah X 5!