Why? Because I can't speak Korean and the student has clearly mastered pretending to understand English. I don't know all the details yet, but my friend (the one about to put me on a spit and roast my sorry expletive for giving out her phone number) got a call from the student's mother.
I have to meet with her later this evening. My friend, not the student or the mother. Either way, I can't shake this feeling of impending doom.
M.R. Jordan is a writer, editor, sporadic blogger, and lover of beer. Lives in South Korea with her two cats, Bear and Geumbi.
Bear (Gom in Korean) then (above) now (below)
Geumbi (Gold in English)... then (above) and now (below).