One of my former middle school students called me out of the blue at about 5 pm yesterday, while I was between classes here. "What's up?" I asked.
"Nothing," he answered.
"How do you like ElBeuRitJi?" I asked – he'd migrated with some of his peers to the Juyeop campus where they have classes for the middle schoolers.
"Teacher," he sighed, "there is more not freedom here!"
"You mean, 'less freedom'?" I corrected.
"Yes, teacher," he agreed.
It was a sad phone call – like getting a call from a friend who'd ended up in jail or something.