It’s easy for me to remember my Korea anniversaries because I landed on Valentine’s Day, the 14th, and every month Korea celebrates some kind of love event on the 14th.
March 14th is White Day. While I didn’t get any chocolates, 10 boys gave me something better.
April 14th is Black Day, where the singles all eat jajangmyeon and cry.
May 14th is Rose Day, where apparently couples exchange roses. Sohee and Jessica Teacher came in with roses so I guess it’s an actual thing.
My Rose Day (yesterday) was celebrated not by a boyfriend giving me a rose, but by Director giving me a formal Avalon paper with bullet points of what I had done wrong and a place for my signature and date. I had to sign and date it.
I think this is standard for anyone who gets formally in trouble. I wouldn’t really know. But I guess it’s equivalent to admitting that you committed the crime and that you know you are getting written up and what for.
Now did I lose two tests and ‘not follow directions’?
Do I think this punishment is appropriate to the crime?
I know of a girl who slapped a child across the face a few weeks ago and got nothing but a verbal warning from her Director.
But it was the end of the day, it was already late, and I didn’t feel like arguing.
Instead I signed my name really big and pretty overtaking the line, John Hancock status. And at the end of my name I attached a cursive question mark. I really did. She didn’t notice it but I’m hoping whoever the English speaker who sees this at Avalon will see that I disagree with this statement and that, while I’ll make sure it won’t happen again…., I don’t actually feel bad about it.
So I had a sucky Rose Day.
BUT, May 15, today, is Teacher’s Day! And I think Asian cultures respect teachers more than non-Asian cultures. At least comparing my own experience as a child with my experience here.
Because I did pretty well.
From left to right three carnation pens (because who doesn’t need that?), hand lotion from japan, “handmade” blue stuff that I think I’m supposed to put in tea, a reusable starbucks cup, a doll pen that one of my lady’s moms made, and a glass mason jar from Avalon Langcon (because who doesn’t need that?)
The mason jar came in a cardboard box with Langcon stamped on it just in case you weren’t sure who is was from. They were left on every teachers desk along with a wrapped spicy chicken burger and a note from Director.
I think this may be the most undermining compliment anyone who ever lived has ever received.
And in the back, there are some real live yellow roses from Dorothy 1. So I guess, in the end, I did get roses.
They were just a day late.