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YIPPEEE! MY FIRST HATE MAIL!

In case you missed Anonymous comment on my blog, I thought I would share it with you.

There are a few parts I like the best, like the fact that there are actually people on this planet with THAT LITTLE of a sense of humour, or the fact that our dear commenter can so eloquently exude a holier than thou attitude with just words, but mostly, that someone with such insight and wisdom decided not to leave their name.

Anonymous said...
I find it incredible that you refused to shut off the music even after your students expressed their displeasure with it--in unison, no less. They didn't LIKE IT, so why would you defiantly FORCE them to endure it? You know, I was looking for blogs by English-speaking teaches in Korea because I'm considering this path next year myself. Your blog was the second one I looked at. The first one was from an American teacher who posted non-stop about the things in Korea that annoyed her including how Koreans "smell like onions and garlic and kimchee". Now I've got your blog where you show no shame--on the contrary, seem to gloat in your own willfulness--in forcing western music on Korean kids who were clearly unhappy. What a shame. Nevertheless, I am learning something from these blogs. I'm learning that if I do decide to go to Korea to teach, I will make respect for my students my number one priority and I will not gossip about Koreans and their way of life on my blog.

Yes, I AM that mean. I also pull their fingernails out if they can't recite the alphabet AND pour hot water over their heads if they don't refer to me as 'Master of the Universe Teacher'.

Doesn't everyone?

Comments

liz said…
OMG!!!! whoever this was has obviously never read your blog before and didn't read beyond that one post! i wish that we could jump forward in time to when he/she gets to korea and starts bitching about all the things that other waegooks bitch about! ridiculous! if he/she had bothered to read any of your other posts about life here he/she would obviously have realized that a) you don't only bitch about koreans b) you're always using a slightly sarcastic-laugh-at-myself tone and c) that you like korea and koreans! gosh! sorry for the rant, i just can't believe that someone would be so narrow minded... hope he/she doesn't come to korea or he/she will be in for a BIG shock! - end rant -
lealou said…
hahaha! I love that you posted this!

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