On a scale of 10, the lowest I am allowed to grade any student is a 7.
Nobody in Korea is allowed to fail. But the ludicrous thing about this system is there is always someone at the bottom and someone at the top, right? And everyone knows who is at the bottom, because everything is relative. And, unless the student is mentally deficient, there is no end to the taunting the bottom receives. Who’s kidding who? What kindness is this, when that person at the bottom always progresses to the next level yet never gets their needs met because they haven’t been officially identified as having any needs? It is the greatest disservice, this being sentenced to a life without hope of improvement and cruel charity.
And then it is the last month of school. And I have no classes with the third year high school students anymore. Why? Because the seniors have completed their university entrance exam, and nobody bothers to teach them anything now, even though they have another month left in school. They have already fulfilled their sole function in life and can now become vegetables from here on in. They are spent and rendered worthless. In another month, they will be free: free to sow wild oats a moment before they put the yoke around their necks forever. The test has already determined their fate for the rest of their lives, and there’s not much more they can do now. Except concentrate on mating: attracting, catching, and procreating. Get a secure job. Push out another, repeat from across. There’s something so drone-like about this cycle. Something so self-limiting and short-sighted.
It would be so easy to manipulate this mob. It doesn’t surprise me in the least why communism attracted half the population, and why capitalism is held onto with a white knuckle grip here in the South. They’ll eagerly listen to overly idealistic promises, or to empty promises of unimaginable wealth. They just seem to all want a way out/off of this merry go round, but lack the imagination or chutzpah to leap. There is no invention, no DIY. There is only applying the old way over foreign ways.
And you know, every time I criticize like this I hate myself. I hate how I refer to Korean people as they. The almost, could have been, should have been, was, uri nara.
I really don’t belong anywhere. Swimming with dolphins would be nice, in a viscous liquid free of borders, cultures, ideologies, money, and babies for sale.