And now presenting the most adorable thing I've ever experienced in my entire life:
The boys -- even the older ones -- are massive crybabies about creatures of any kind getting into the classroom. Just as one class started to file in yesterday, some boys at a table near the windows noticed a bee (the kind that stings) and started to bug out. I grabbed a file folder and started trying to shoo the thing out the window.
"Get out! Go! Go away!"
A little murmured conversation in Korean started, just to my left. I tuned in.
"She's speaking English, but it's a Korean bee."
"Right. The bee only speaks Korean. He can't understand English."
"She should tell him in Korean."
A little tug on my shirt. "Teacher. Nagah. Na-gah."
"Ahh. You're right. He's Korean. NAGAH!"
"Teacher. Nagah. Na-gah." would have been lost on me a couple of months ago. I would have thought that, for some strange reason, my completely docile first grade student just decided to tell me, in very impolite terms, to get out of my own classroom.