The topic is hair.
Yesterday, Wednesday, I had a lot of CC classes with the elementary kids. We play pop songs and the kids try to understand the lyrics and sing along – there's software that's pretty well designed to support this. Of course, the hardware resources (laptops and projectors) at the hagwon are always half-broken and still make this kind of technology-oriented class a challenge for us. But, well… it works out.
Mostly the pop songs are pretty recent: Adele or Katy Perry or whatever. But sometimes it seems like these really old ones appear. I was confronted with trying to present the Bee Gees "How Deep Is Your Love" to a group of 4th and 5th graders.
Students screamed and wailed in horrified protest. It was qualified immediately as "Old!"
Also, "느끼!" [neukki = greasy, sleazy, cheesy].
And finally, "Teacher! Too much hair!"
Indeed.
What I'm listening to right now.
Bee Gees, "How Deep Is Your Love."
Speaking of too much hair, I got a similar comment from a middle school student who goes by Pablo last week, when I happened to show him a very, very old photo of me that my brother had sent to me in my little care package.
Here is the picture.
I'm pretty sure that is me and my brother near Minnehaha Falls in Minneapolis in the early 90's – I'm almost positive that's when it was.
Pablo gazed at the picture, and said, "Is that you?" Then he said, "Wow. Teacher, you had so much hair!"
"Yes," I agreed.
And then Pablo said, reflectively, looking me up and down now, "Time is powerful."
Indeed.
[daily log: walking 5 km]