Yvi

So I'm in Korea, and the school where I'm teaching opened very recently. Classes are very small and there's only one other teacher. I'll call her Other!Teacher. Today, Other!Teacher declares, "O hai, I think one of your kindergarten kids is autistic."

Heh. I'd been thinking ADD, but this wench worked with autistic kids for three years and presumably knows her shit. And I'm thinking it's a damn shame I don't work with this kid one on one, because I think that would benefit him so much more.

Funny thing is, Korean public schools have special ed classes but private schools don't. Most parents would rather force their kids to remain in an environment that isn't suited to their education level than deal with the blow of having a child labeled "special needs." It kind of disturbs me, really. Other!Teacher was talking about how so many of her kids in California had IEPs even though they didn't actually need them, just because the parents wanted to cover all the bases and be absolutely positive they could give their kids as many resources as possible. Here, it's sink or swim. A full day of school, then art classes, English classes, piano lessons, you name it. Going downtown on a Saturday and wondering if you read the calendar wrong because seemingly one in every three people is wearing a school uniform. Some of which, admittedly, are pretty snazzy.

So much stuff going on, but come this weekend there will be lots of riveting sociological discourses on cross-cultural flexibility and how amazing the junk food is here. Almond Power FTW.

And also pictures of my awesome wallpaper.

And I guess I should write porn. And I'm an idiot and forgot housefic_meta sent me interview questions an embarrassingly long time ago, so MAYBE I SHOULD ACTUALLY ANSWER THEM AND NOT LOOK LIKE A TWAT. Oy. Fail.