Min-Hugh, on the right, cannot speak or sing in anything but a drone. When I tried to get his first grade class to sing “Wheels on the Bus” last year, he single handedly killed it. His voice practically made everyone fall asleep. I almost told him the same thing my mom told my little sister one time as we drove along in our station wagon listening to Chicago or Raffi as Rebecca sang along, “Oh Becca, give it up!!”
But Min-Hugh absolutely loves to dance. Its infectious and it doesn’t matter if th
ere is any music. If you are singing or chanting to a beat, Min-Hugh’s got a dance to match.
Then there is Tiger on the right. Excuse me, Tiger Adam Scott Woods. He is a huge golfer and one of my best students.
I am not sure I have ever heard him speak Korean. He is one of those kids that seems to feel bad that I don’t understand Korean, so in my presence it is all English even when it is so hard to find the words for him.
Then there is this boy. I don’t know his name and he doesn’t know a lick of English. He speaks to me in Korean, just like I speak to him in English. The funny thing is, both of us act like we understand the other one. He just smiles all the time anyway and usually at the sight of me just yells “Teacher!”
These are the boys that can turn my day around on a dime. My bad moods are no match for these men of Songwon.