This day is starting off on the surreal side.
Woke up this morning to the people next door again power drilling for some reason. How do you say, “Shut the fuck up, people are sleeping” in Korean?
The morning winter school class I started to teach while trying to not notice the boy playing with himself through his sweatpants. I didn’t want to embarrass him. Yet if it became more frequent I was going to subtly ask him to stop.
Then walking around during a verbal exercise, I noticed that another one of the boys was sitting there with his fly wide open. It was hard not to miss. I gently nudged him on the shoulder and pointed to his issue.
I made a motion to zip up his pants.
“Your zipper is down.”
“Your pants are open.”
By now the kids had all stopped and watched this exchange.
“Pants zip. Please.”
“Charlie, tell him in Korean.”
Charlie told him his Namdaemun (South Gate) was open. He looked down.
The class: “YES!”
“Dude, zip your pants!”
The kid refused to zip his pants until I got Chris in there to tell him.
In the meantime, a third boy had proceeded to draw a picture of the other boy with his pants unzipped while also drawing a heart around two boys playing soccer.