That someone is searching my blog for "dating", "men" and "kimchi" is absolutely ridiculous. And amazing.
Today I taught comics to the classes that I had, because I've already made the last chapter in the book stretch over four weeks, and I wasn't about to try to introduce new vocabulary when they've got exams starting on Monday. That's just too cruel. I gave my speech about the comic books I brought back from the States:
"They are very cheap. What does 'cheap' mean? They cost a lot of money or a little money? That's right. They are very cheap. They do not cost a lot of money. They cost one or two dollars. Very cheap. But. But. They are very hard to get. What does 'hard' mean? Right. Difficult. What does 'to get' mean? Right. To get these comic books, I have two choices: 1. Go to America. 2. Call my mom in America. 'Hello, Mom? Can you go to the book store and buy some comic books?' Then, what does my mom have to do? Right! She has to go to the .... what? Right! Post office! She has to go to the post office and do what? That's right. Send the comic books. She has to go to the post office and send the comic books.... from America to Korea. So...."
I held one already nearly destroyed example above my head. "This!" Imitating a teenage boy in a frenzy over the comic book handling it quite roughly. "Don't do this, okay? Okay. Thank you."
They passed them around with a sentiment of loving care that's quite remarkable to observe in a group of 35 fifteen year old boys. In the process, I noticed that quite a few of them were doing something quite strange -- they were cradling them in front of their faces and taking in big admiring sniffs.
".... What are you doing?"
"Teacher. Comic books smell like America."