Crazy happy people holding hands

Annyong haseo. Lindsay here.

Well it was a good Tuesday here though I thought Whit was going to have to wrap a dog collar around me and drag me to work. It turns out that there are days even in South Korea when you’d just rather stay in bed.

School is going well for us. I think we are both getting the hang of teaching, entertaining and disciplining, all at the same time. I can always get a good laugh out of the kids when I call one of them crazy for doing something silly. I have no idea what “crazy” translates to in Korean, but I feel like it’s almost on the verge of a naughty word because they almost fall over in their little chairs with laughter. I love it. Who knew such a simple word would work so well.

Another thing I love about the kids here is the affection they show for one another. I know in America that little girls love to hold hands in elementary school hallways. But in Korea, holding hands never grows old. It’s a country where teenage girls, young women and old grandmothers still clasp each others’ hands in the hallways and on busy downtown sidewalks.

I don’t see men holding hands, but the boys in first through sixth grades at Songwon certainly do. They are so affectionate with each other, so innocent of that American stigma of manliness.

The boys in my favorite class (the only one I have every day) are the best of friends. It’s quite the gang of fifth and sixth grade misfits: Rooney, James, Nick, Frank, and Alex (who I call Alexa when he can’t remember the difference between he and she).

Playing Scrabble today, they sat on one anothers’ laps and jumped up and down hugging each other as they formed words like penpal, darker, God, and Hitler. (I allow proper nouns just for the fun of it.)

It is a scene that I don’t think you would ever see in America without some kid pointing a finger and yelling obscenities.

It’s funny to see the cultural differences in the details of our everyday behavior. And this is one detail that I love to witness every day.