Sledding, or as they say in Ireland Sleighing (so it's not confused with something a little more lewd and indecent)
Thursday, the soon-to-be graduating seven-year-olds went to an English Village up in Seoul and did something, probably involving English. We took the younger younger kids sledding in the morning.
Here are Bob and Ted. Both real cute, neither are my regular students. I was their minder for the day. In the beginning they followed me well, well enough to play crazy train where I walk in circles around trees and benches and other people and they follow me grinning.
Bob gearing up for his first cruise down the big hill. It was actually really little, and policed by men with whistles, blowing them for just about every occasion. tweep! ready tweep! sled tweep! stop tweep! standup tweep! too fast! tweep! legs out tweep! don't eat the snow .
Ted Gearing up. He's a little hellion, Traci tells me, eating anything he can get his hands on, including but not limited to pencils, plastic bags, erasers, anything made out of paper. He chose to go down the side where he could run into large chunks of frozen snow until he got the whistle blown on him. Then he started to try to transfer snow from the bottom of the hill to the top using his sled. He may make a good miner someday.
Seon, one of my small conversation class students, showing her appreciation by sticking out her tongue.
And he are Traci Keith and Rosaleen after our mad dash down the adult hill. There was no going down a second time because we flagrantly broke the rules. When we got to the top, dude told us to wait for the kids, all fair, then gave us this schpiel about keeping our legs out to the side (great way to tear something in yr knee) and sitting far back and keeping our hands on the string. He said "let's go" and Traci and I immediately tucked our feet in, dropped the string and started pushing. I went sort of fast, Keith and Rosaleen got a lot of snow in their faces. We all got a whistles. There was no going again, though we think all the employees were secretly applauding us.
Here are Bob and Ted. Both real cute, neither are my regular students. I was their minder for the day. In the beginning they followed me well, well enough to play crazy train where I walk in circles around trees and benches and other people and they follow me grinning.
Bob gearing up for his first cruise down the big hill. It was actually really little, and policed by men with whistles, blowing them for just about every occasion. tweep! ready tweep! sled tweep! stop tweep! standup tweep! too fast! tweep! legs out tweep! don't eat the snow .
Ted Gearing up. He's a little hellion, Traci tells me, eating anything he can get his hands on, including but not limited to pencils, plastic bags, erasers, anything made out of paper. He chose to go down the side where he could run into large chunks of frozen snow until he got the whistle blown on him. Then he started to try to transfer snow from the bottom of the hill to the top using his sled. He may make a good miner someday.
Seon, one of my small conversation class students, showing her appreciation by sticking out her tongue.
And he are Traci Keith and Rosaleen after our mad dash down the adult hill. There was no going down a second time because we flagrantly broke the rules. When we got to the top, dude told us to wait for the kids, all fair, then gave us this schpiel about keeping our legs out to the side (great way to tear something in yr knee) and sitting far back and keeping our hands on the string. He said "let's go" and Traci and I immediately tucked our feet in, dropped the string and started pushing. I went sort of fast, Keith and Rosaleen got a lot of snow in their faces. We all got a whistles. There was no going again, though we think all the employees were secretly applauding us.
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