Teacher hot. Teacher .... hot. Teacher hot. That's very hot. Teacher HOT!
Do you know what is the only thing more blood boiling than having to teach in this heat? Having you half-people interrupt my lecture over and over again to tell me that it's hot. What, exactly, would you like me to do about it?
Teacher is having a beer. Actually, teacher is having three. They are in the freezer as we speak. They are not hot.
Today I told a student that Marlboro lights are for girls, and real men smoke reds. I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell for that. But it was only after they confronted me for the eighteenth time with, "TEACHER YOU HOMEPLUSUH SMOKING WE SEE!"
"Yes, yes, it's true. You know what? Teacher is a grownup. You are children. Teacher can smoke. Teacher can drink soju. Teacher is an adult. Ee-sheep-oh. Understand?"
"TEACHER DRINK SOJU!?!?!"
Ya. Be quiet and do your worksheet. Teacher wouldn't have to drink soju if you would stop spying on Teacher during the very little time Teacher has away from you. Teacher has to drink soju because you have taken over Teacher's life. Teacher has many stress. Teacher needs to take a rest. Teacher is going to put on an old pair of boxers and have ddeok and Cafri for dinner and then probably watch a terrible Korean drama and pass out at 8:30. Okay? Okay. Shee you tomorrow.
By the way, if anyone can explain how to make this sound 희 to me, I would be extremely grateful.
P.S. -- The student who fell from the fourth floor did not jump, and was not pushed. He was attempting to retrieve a paper, which had flown out the window and landed on a ledge. His balance wasn't as good as he had suspected. There is no permanent damage, and he is going to be just fine.