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Wordly Wise || No. 38 (May 13, 2018)

“Caleb!” My co-teacher strolled into the teacher’s office, not surprised to find me nose deep in my kindle. “You should stop reading so much.” I turned my head,…

Be or Do? || No. 37 (May 6, 2018)

In what world does a lowly lieutenant colonel give a half-dozen top-secret briefings to four-star generals, then go back to paper pushing and being refused computer time by…

Marking Demarcation || No. 36 (April 29, 2018)

Presidential elections. 9/11. The only national moments where American schools intentionally wait for history to pass by. Here, in the midst of midterm cramming and 10am class,  SBS1, one…

Happiness is a How || No. 35 (April 22, 2018)

Holding the print copy of the issue, a publication that took months of planning, designing, and a fair share of headaches, I should have felt pride, or at…

Future History || No. 34 (April 15, 2018)

“The past year and a half alone in Korea has changed the landscape considerably.” As this PhD researcher continued presenting at the Fulbright spring conference last week, I…

Role Models || No. 33 (April 8, 2018)

“Teacher, you’re my role model.” What a bomb to drop on the foreign teacher you only see once a week, for less than an hour. How did we…

Shoelaces || No. 32 (April 1, 2018)

I think I wore velcro shoes until I was eight or ten. Coolness wasn’t the factor—it was about efficiency. Tying shoes took my little hands so much time…

Above Average || No. 31 (March 25, 2018)

Winnowing, v. — the act of freeing grain from chaff by wind or driven air. Also: a method of evaluating raw ideas. This uncommon word has coincidentally appeared twice in readings from this past week. One in a…

Weaknesses || No. 30 (March 18, 2018)

As the quarter-mark of 2018 draws near, the main highlight has not been one of practicing strengths but instead, has been related to becoming more aware of my…

Cultural Confusion || No. 29 (March 11, 2018)

A crop of new teachers on one-year contracts has arrived, coinciding with the first week of a new school year. In the shuffle, my former co-teacher, or the…