For me today, it was a tomato. Remember the old Korean man who fixed my shoes?
He took a break from his shameless flirting (above, tsk tsk) to give me a tomato. I was at the red light, waiting to cross the street, when he placed one in the palm of my hand. Of course I turned into a romantic, and smelled it. Who smells a tomato!?
I wasn't feeling the text books today so I read my middle school kids excerpts from 'My Korea, Also Yours,' a collection of stories, essays and poems by Kim Young-won, all of which originally appeared in the English Language daily, The Korea Herald.
Kim Young-won on being happy: Each and every one of us has his or her own idea of what happiness is. Some people identify it with God, others with love, and still others, with a rainbow.
I was disappointed by my students' answers, especially because a teenage girl recently blew me away with her interpretation of a Korean poem. Her analysis was wise beyond her years.
Today the answer I got, from every student, was, "money." Money and a "big apartment" equals happiness. How sad is that?