There are those days where you just want to pull your hair out and scream. There are the days where your students try to corner you and ddong-chim you (ahem. today.). There are the days when it doesn't seem like anything is getting through to them. There are the days when they cry, spit, and hit.
There are also the days when they come in bringing you "surprises" like candy and roses and hand written letters. There are also the days when everything is clicking and they reflect all the hard work that you've put into them. There are the days when they come in and attack you with hugs, kisses, and compliments.
There are also the days when you get little gems like this:
A story by my student Clark, age 11.
Poor kid. I knew what he meant. First, he meant to spell shirt. Second, with Korean grammar and it's structure, he was pretty right on. He meant to say, "The big black bug is on Sally's shirt". Still, do you know how hard it is to stifle laughter when you get something like this?