Poo and more.

Today I noticed during class that one of my little girls kept running to the bathroom and asking me for toilet paper (teachers hand out the toilet paper). I had her for an after school class, as well. When I walked in the classroom she was standing by the teacher's desk wiping her leg with toilet paper. There were kids running around from the previous and current class, yet to start, and the other English teacher was in the room. We were conversating about school, when we both smelled the odor of poo. We thought it was one of the gaseous kids, but I then saw the little girl put dirty toilet paper on the teacher's desk, after wiping her leg. We both looked in horror and I became slightly nauseous, when we realized it was shit not gas. She wasn't going to take care of it, so I had to clean up the little girl. I took her to the bathroom and began wiping the shit off her. It was pretty gross. I have never even changed a dirty diaper. After awhile though, it didn't even bother me. I think it brought out maternal instincts in me. It's kind of like when I got a dog and then realized I was going to have to pick her shit up off the sidewalk. Now shit is just shit.

Shit though is a reoccurring theme at my work. Both the literal and metaphorical form. The amount of shit I put up with some of the mean Korean teachers and my horrible boss and the amount of shit I see. Like in the photo below is a typical trash can in a Korean bathroom. Full of shitty toilet paper.

This photo is great, too. I sat down to pee and turned to my right and noticed fecal smears on the bathroom wall. They have been there nearly three weeks and they will probably always be there.

Various other school things:

Sometimes I play with the kids toys, when I am bored.

Great English grammar printed in the work books I use.

Since I have been at school (just less the three months) six Korean teachers have left because my school sucks. We have a piano room, but unfortunately the piano teacher is one of the instructors that left. She was the worst though. Her room was filthy and I barely heard any music coming from the room. Inside the room There are smaller closet like rooms with pianos. The one below is the cleanest and gets the most light. When I do have a break, I go there to read, sleep and generally just escape from everyone.

This is Author. He is a sweet little boy. I don't have him in any classes anymore, but I always past him, when he is leaving the bathroom. He always runs out with his pants undone just to say hello to me.

Funny kid's names (the Korean teachers name them):

Gisele

Pinky

Adjella

Den

Minky

Brain (they all pronounce it Brian)

Nicole (for a boy and I told them it is a girl's name and they didn't change it)

Nikita (who is a gorgeous little girl)

Luna

Ziki (a boy)

Berry

Cherry

Hera

Neison

Roy

Risa

Sammay

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