I had the privilege and pleasure to be able to skype with my dad last night. His face showed up on my computer screen with a big smile and hair sticking out everywhere (he was so excited to talk to me he didn’t even bother to brush it… or so I like to think). He then informed me he had just gotten back from dropping off my youngest brother at school, high school, man I am so glad that phase of life is behind me!
My dad worked in a factory for 30 years before he retired, however many years ago (4? 5? crap… dad how old are you?), and now he owns his own business. Meaning he is the boss. Meaning he can get up whenever he wants. And yet he still wakes up early every morning to take my lil bro to school because none of us eight other kids had to ride the bus. What a COOL DAD!
In other news… (how is that for a transition Zach?) for those who have already forgotten, we celebrated Easter this past weekend! I know, it feels like it was a really long time ago. Well, let me tell you, getting Good Friday off last week was one of the greatest ways for me to celebrate the resurrection of my Jesus. I took a trip to Jeju Island for the long weekend and couldn’t believe I was still in Korea!
But before that happened we had to celebrate Easter at school right? Thursday afternoon rolls around, and after I take my students to a nearby playground to gather cherry blossoms I can see the kindergarten and first graders out in the field finding eggs they decorated for an Easter egg hunt. Little did I know… (the tale as I interpreted it* from Ms. Wheat, friend and k4 teacher at my school):
Ms. N (a kindergarten assistant teacher) rushes up to Ms. Wheat right before they are supposed to head to the field. Ms. Wheat had just finished informing her four-year-olds that while they were in P.E. the Easter Bunny came and took their eggs (“Why would he do that?!” little shouts proclaim) and all he left behind was this giant carrot, which she produced from behind her back, for their class pet Ashes (a guinea pig). She then explained that he left them, “out there!” and dramatically pointed to the field, “So we have to go find them!”
“I don’t know what happened in the ten minutes that we placed all the eggs on the field and then came back inside,” Ms. N begins to explain to Ms. Wheat. “But an old ajhussi started picking up all the eggs, taking the youngest kids eggs out of their plastic bags (they had two eggs they painted in a bag to make it easier for them to find) and smashing them. When I got out there he had about 15 eggs in his arms and he wouldn’t give them back to me! I had to get a translator to come outside and make him give them up. So… some of your kids eggs got smashed…”
A slightly disheartened Ms. Wheat took her students out onto our private soccer field to find the eggs, smashed and unsmashed alike. When they got out there she saw two adjumas come onto our field, look down, and see some of the colorful decorated eggs. They looked delighted and started to PICK THEM UP.
“ANIYO!” Ms. Wheat yells NO in Korean and begins to wave her arms at them. They think she means for them to get off the school’s field so they begin to walk away, eggs still in their hands. Exasperated, Ms. Wheat has her teacher assistant (who thankfully, is Korean) run after them and explain that “No, they cannot take obviously decorated eggs just because they are Korean in Korea and everyone is one big family.” Well… she might not have said those exact words to the two ladies, but she did get the eggs back.
*I made up the dialogue from what I heard from Ms. Wheat