Last week, in art class, we learned to do washes and work over it with chalk and/or pen. Here are my vegetables from the evening's ...
Every Friday I, unfortunately, have a class with only two students in. They are two 1st graders. They can speak very little English and wo...
They can speak very little English and working through the day's lesson takes 15mins leaving me with 30mins of creative trickery to get them to continue learning the work without resulting in absolute rebellion - which happens if they realise that they are still doing classwork. (I don't blame them).
The most recent class I had with them, I had them name and colour in the animal cards in their books.
Julia, the other student in the class, and Chris are two very different children. Julia finds great pleasure in hugging my arm or stroking it, and Chris, Chris likes to karate kick the door closed and roar.
When it came to colouring in their pictures, Julia checked her colours with the colour printed versions on the previous page, making absolutely sure that hers matched up and Chris coloured the rabbit in rainbow stripes, the deer blue, the chicken black, the cat green and his tortoise had one red leg.
Then Julia picked two shades of green to colour her tortoise.. she starts to use the lighter shade and things are going well until Chris spots her choice of colour. Without a thought of his own colour choices he tells Julia off - She is using the incorrect shade of green!
To be honest, I admire Chris' freedom.
After we coloured in the animal cards, we had some free time. With his black crayon he scribbled a chicken looking shape and then added some legs. I added a beak, 'feet' and the comb. Then Chris coloured the open spaces with red and wrote a bunch of chicken related things in Korean. He left me with the image and now it's mine.
Silver. That's the colour of the hair I yanked from my head not too long ago. Standing in front of the mirror, brushing my teeth, I spo...
That's the colour of the hair I yanked from my head not too long ago. Standing in front of the mirror, brushing my teeth, I spotted a bit of silver shining in the overhead light.
I don't really care that I am going grey at 28.
The colourless character fascinates me.
I hold the nearly see-through root against my skin,the white basin and up against the light. I need something dark to hold it against to really see it properly.
I drop it in the basin and keep on brushing my teeth.
Some of the more common gems found around the world are the little green diamonds dug out of the depths of a 1st grader's nose. With ...
Some of the more common gems found around the world are the little green diamonds dug out of the depths of a 1st grader's nose. With two fingers. One for each nostril
The kind of gems I much prefer are ones my 2nd -6th graders dig out. Little English gems. As young English learners, living in a world that is very much NOT English, they rely on their limited language knowledge and vocabulary to converse with me and answer my questions. This often results in such creative expressions, funny comments and ingenious alternatives to what us boring English speakers use to convey our thoughts.
The very first time that I remember being absolutely delighted by a little gem was when Phillip, a loud 6th grader, who recently sized me up and discovering he was taller than me did a little joyous jig, described a far away country.
What he was really talking about was heaven.
I imagine that his thought process went something like this: 1. A place where people go live(?) when they die. 2. Where do people live? In countries. 3. Where is this country? In the sky. 1+1 = sky country
Here are a few of the gems I have collected thus far, by which I mean, I have actually written down and not lost the page on which I've written it down on.
On body parts:
Shawn, one of my more favoured students from a definitely favoured class, told me a little story about an accident that happened to his - at this point he did the looking for the English word dance..-
he gave up, "feet fingers!"
And what are toes, if they aren't fingers for the feet, or if fingers is the word you struggle with, hand toes?
Jeff: Teacher! He hit me on my legs, in-between! (groin)
On popular culture:
Sophie: "I like Batman because he kills people. It's very good"
On public transport etiquette:
Unknown: When you sleep on the subway you must not borrow another person's shoulder
On deepest fears:
Me: What are you most afraid of?
Sophie: Very fat and tall people. (she is afraid she can't see past them and lose her parents in a crowd)
Unknown: I'm afraid of bugs! But not computer bugs.
When answering my daily 'How are yous'?
Me: How are you?
Student: I'm fineapple.
Me: "How are you Tommy?"
Tommy: "I'm happy! because tomorrow day, girlfriend! Date!"
Me: "Oh really? Where will you go for your date? What will you do?"
Tommy: "I have no idea."
Alex: Cities are ugly! Because so many cars march in order. It (they) look like bugs!
And that's all for today.
I know it's short and I have been here over a year, but better late than never, (which I really hope I can apply to my derailed design career, post teaching abroad), I shall continue to collect and hoard these little gems and share them with you.
*A casual goodbye/hello in Korean
I have always admired the beautiful, seemingly effortless, urban sketches and paintings that OTHER artists have made and I always meant to...
I have always admired the beautiful, seemingly effortless, urban sketches and paintings that OTHER artists have made and I always meant to give it a go myself...
Well, I did!
And it was a challenge.
There is a small art studio/workshop place in Itaewon, Seoul and when I saw that they were offering a lesson on urban sketching I jumped at the chance to learn some techniques and force myself to actually try... since I was paying for it, I was not going to loll about and not draw! A perfect way to get myself out on the street with a pencil.
Money, the motivator..
Anyways, here is what I managed to make. It was fun and I need 5 years more practise...