One of my responsibilities at my main school is to host a short, free-talking session with any students interested in practicing English conversation in an informal setting. This weekly, lunch-time gathering was cancelled for the duration of my first year at the school because of the coronavirus pandemic.
The pandemic is still a concern in Korea. Nonetheless, things are getting back to normal and we started "Free Talking with Derek" this week. It's a 30-minute gathering after the students finish their lunch.
I eagerly awaited the students in the English room. I much prefer free talking with students to formal lessons, and I'm always happy to interact with the students in a fun way.
At first, only 3 students came, but after a few minutes, the numbers swelled to 12, all from the first grade (middle school). I don't teach first grade at this school, so this is my only chance to talk with these students, besides occasionally meeting them in the hallways.
We sat in a circle, and did simple introductions, "My name is..." At the first-grade level, English is very basic, so I couldn't expect in-depth conversations, but we went around the circle answering a few different questions like, "What subject/food/drink/ do you like?" Students responded with, "I like...". Simple enough.
I played a little game where we went around the circle naming "sports" and if a person hesitated or couldn't name a sport, then they were out, and we continued until only one person remained. It was pretty fun, but the students spoke so quietly under their masks that I was having trouble hearing them. Before long, our time was up, we concluded the first session of "Free Talking with Derek", and the students went to their afternoon classes.
I supplement the textbook material with free topic lessons in my regular classes, and this week I did an April Fools' Day lesson with my third graders. I started the class by asking the students about their pets and I tried to play a little trick by saying my pet was a "Canadian House Hippo." I played this old video in class on House Hippos which is actually a promotion to get people to be more critical in their media consumption. This transitioned into my lesson on April Fools Day and some key vocabulary, such as "tricked, fooled, gotcha, and straight face." It was a good lesson to get students talking and be a little creative with language.
They liked "gotcha" the best. I taught them that you say "gotcha" after you trick someone. Almost immediately, a boy in class said to a girl, "You are so pretty... Gotcha!" Laughs all around.
The main activity was for the students to tell a simple story, which could either be true or false, and other students would have to ask three questions before guessing if the story was true or false. It was really fun overall, but some students weren't very creative in their stories. Most students had simple stories like "I have a younger brother" or "My favourite food is pizza."
One boy's story was that he went to Paris. The students asked him, "Who did you go with?" and "When did you go there?" I asked the boy, "What did you eat in Paris?" He answered slowly, "Fish and Chips". I was laughing so hard I almost fell over in the class. Somewhere along the way, he learned about London and people eating fish and chips, then confused it with Paris. It was just perfect - an obviously false story.
I guess this qualifies as another instance of "free talking" but I met someone in a cafe who was not grounded in this reality (i.e., someone with a mental health issue). I was reading my book when I noticed a hard stare from him. Then he approached, asked where I was from. "Canada," I responded, then he asked if we could have an English conversation while he waited for his coffee drink to be made. I said, "Sure." He had in his hand a packet of English and American short stories, clearly something he was reading for university, and he showed it to me as some sort of proof that he knew English. I hoped that we would talk about literature, but the conversation quickly moved into the realm of the insane.
This interaction reminded me of living in downtown Toronto where it's not uncommon to be approached by someone in a cafe, often mentally unstable, who'd like to get money from you after launching into their weird-ass story. This Korean guy didn't ask for money and he looked fairly normal, although he kept taking off and putting on his mask while I remained masked the whole time.
He said that he hated his country (South Korea) and he hated its president. His diatribe, which lasted 15 minutes, covered various crazy conspiracy theories about how COVID-19 got into Korea (it was planned, apparently) and he went off on the religious sect that was at the centre of the first outbreak, along with some "unnamed German man", the Chinese in Wuhan, and the South Korean president.
I sat silently and in shock while he eventually worked himself into an angry state and dropped a few f-bombs about how angry he was. He proceeded to talk about some religious nonsense about war and needing to destroy the religious cult. He needed help from the "Justice League" of USA, Canada, and Europe for this battle. Angels were on his side and would help him win. Apparently, he had experienced a miraculous event at one point, but he "didn't care what the f*** people believed" as long as we destroyed the religious cult. He wouldn't forgive them for what they've done to Korea.
Trying to end the conversation, I wished him luck. He said that good luck wasn't needed. The victory was inevitable, according to the bible. He only needed time, but time was irrelevant because he believed in time travel, and he was really into Marvel comic book movies.
He reassured me that he wasn't a crazy person. By the way, when someone feels the need to reassure you that they aren't crazy, they most definitely are crazy. To all my non-crazy readers, when was the last time you felt the need to say "I'm not crazy" to a complete stranger?
While I was in shock because nothing like this has ever happened to me in Korea, I was able to keep calm. I didn't really feel in danger, just very uncomfortable. Generally speaking, it's best not to give these kinds of people any stimuli to feed off of, and they'll finish what they have to say and leave. That's basically what I did. I just nodded my head and offered one-word responses.
In my mind, I had two scenarios, should they be needed, but I guess that was a little dramatic. First, it so happened that the manager of the cafe was sitting behind me with a group. I would have gotten her attention, even though she doesn't speak English, if I needed her. Second, I was ready to throw my lukewarm latte in his face and smash his head into the table, but like I said, that was overly dramatic. No harm in having a plan, though.
I do feel sorry for him, but I'm actually worried that he will hurt someone someday. I say that based on how easily and unprovoked he got angry and how detached from reality he was. I suspect most of his human interactions, apart from his university classes, are online where extreme views can go unchecked. I hope he gets help and I would prefer never to see him again.
The week ended more positively when I had a video call with two friends and former adult students in Japan. I hadn't seen them in years and I didn't expect them to be interested in a Zoom call, but they initiated it and I was happy to oblige. For one friend, it was her first-time using Zoom. We spoke in English but they occasionally spoke Japanese to each other, and it brought back warm memories hearing their voices.






