leave supermanning to supermans
during my 3pm class, one of my little darlings was running around having a laugh and decided to do a superman from the window ledge. with my back turned, i didn't see it, but had many a reenactment from the other rugrats. she basically landed awkwardly, slipped, and her face took the brunt of the fall.
i turned to see a crumpled 6 year old (8 years old in Korean counting) lying motionless, not a sound. it takes a lot to shut my very vocal kids up, and these guys went silent. i felt as useless as i ever have, basically. there was a long moment that she didn't respond to anything and i didn't want to move her in case something serious had happened. so, with my heart in mouth, at a loss, all of a sudden she whimpers, splutters, and begins bawling her eyes out. my first feeling was relief. a crying kid who's hurt is better than a quiet kid who's hurt, from what i can tell.
20 minutes later, she was back in class, still in obvious pain (her hand was permanently rubbing her jaw) but at least she was okay. to chill her out a little (i had no heroin), she showed me her teeth and i said they were all okay. then i told her she's still beautiful. she smiled at that, but it obviously hurt to smile cos she started crying again. by the end of class, she was okay. i wanted to hug her, but she was racing off down the corridor, and probably about to fight for a good seat on the bus.
i'm not sure what this post is about. my life revolves around these kids now. she's one of my faves and seeing her on the floor in pain was especially difficult. seeing how kids deal with stuff is pretty gutrenching. she was hurt, cried, wanted help, got it, wanted reassurance, got it, wanted to get on with life, got it herself. i'm jealous. i wish i could do that.
other highlights:
- Boryeong mud festival - photos to come
a few of us went to Boryeong on wednesday, had a great laugh. covered in mud, had a swim, got sunburnt, our bus was late, missed the connecting bus home, so last train from Cheonan, and at our transfer station, Geumjong, i had to sprint to the other platform and stick my foot in the last train's door and scream at others to run. earned a few not-friends on the train for the 30 - 45 second delay. ah yes, apparently i have no shame.
- was invited to a friends place for a few nights until i can move into my new regular digs. i've partaken of the room and hopefully they're okay with me not being around much. cheers guys, i don't really know how to thank you enough.
i turned to see a crumpled 6 year old (8 years old in Korean counting) lying motionless, not a sound. it takes a lot to shut my very vocal kids up, and these guys went silent. i felt as useless as i ever have, basically. there was a long moment that she didn't respond to anything and i didn't want to move her in case something serious had happened. so, with my heart in mouth, at a loss, all of a sudden she whimpers, splutters, and begins bawling her eyes out. my first feeling was relief. a crying kid who's hurt is better than a quiet kid who's hurt, from what i can tell.
20 minutes later, she was back in class, still in obvious pain (her hand was permanently rubbing her jaw) but at least she was okay. to chill her out a little (i had no heroin), she showed me her teeth and i said they were all okay. then i told her she's still beautiful. she smiled at that, but it obviously hurt to smile cos she started crying again. by the end of class, she was okay. i wanted to hug her, but she was racing off down the corridor, and probably about to fight for a good seat on the bus.
i'm not sure what this post is about. my life revolves around these kids now. she's one of my faves and seeing her on the floor in pain was especially difficult. seeing how kids deal with stuff is pretty gutrenching. she was hurt, cried, wanted help, got it, wanted reassurance, got it, wanted to get on with life, got it herself. i'm jealous. i wish i could do that.
other highlights:
- Boryeong mud festival - photos to come
a few of us went to Boryeong on wednesday, had a great laugh. covered in mud, had a swim, got sunburnt, our bus was late, missed the connecting bus home, so last train from Cheonan, and at our transfer station, Geumjong, i had to sprint to the other platform and stick my foot in the last train's door and scream at others to run. earned a few not-friends on the train for the 30 - 45 second delay. ah yes, apparently i have no shame.
- was invited to a friends place for a few nights until i can move into my new regular digs. i've partaken of the room and hopefully they're okay with me not being around much. cheers guys, i don't really know how to thank you enough.
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