So I headed from the main building down to the two buses. I walked up to the second one and talked to some happy students. They directed me to the bus driver when I asked where to pay. He asked where I wanted to go. I said E Mart. He said... other bus.
So to the other bus I went. Sat. The driver was looked over, "E Mart?" Yes... A few minutes later the bus driver came back into the bus, looked at me again, and handed me an orange. Since I was missing supper to catch this bus, I was happy for it. A student showed me where to put the orange peels.
We got underway. A freshman girl who had been told to make sure I got off at E Mart came and sat with me for a few minutes. We talked and then she went back to her seat.
Behind me was three boys. Two sitting and one standing. The standing one is a student of mine. They kept saying English curse words: hell and shit. I rolled my eyes. Yes, those are English words. I know what they mean. Not impressed. Soon they started saying my name and another English teacher's name. I got it now, they were hoping to indirectly get my attention and talk to me. I obliged.
The one standing said the other two were mean. He goofed around and such. Then one of the sitting boys said the standing boy was in love with me. Cute. I have no doubt it is true. I pulled the naive female act... my best defense. The standing boy of course immediately said, "Not true, not true!" I nodded with him and added, "He couldn't. Too big an age difference." The standing boy quickly agreed. Agreed too much. Lovely... a student has a crush on me.
One of the sitting students asked if he could sit next to me. I quickly agreed and pointed out he had been standing a long time. He sat and we talked a bit. Again, me playing happy and oblivious female. At one point he mentioned that at E Mart the carts are locked together. You needed a 100 won coin to get a cart. He started to reach for his back pocket. I knodded and said yep... one of the teachers had taken me to E Mart and showed me how to buy things there. He quickly pulled his hand back. I added that this trip was to see if I had learned to travel by myself.
Evidently the whole bus knew that already. It was cute. I enjoyed being near the students and seeing a part of their daily routine outside the cafe. And for awhile there, I felt more child and less adult. I'm so ignorant in their culture it isn't hard.
Oh the fun of being young! :)
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