Teacher-student Stories

로설러 학생 It should be obvious, but it’s a different matter when you’re in it. Koreans are hypersensitive about some topics that Americans are not. You don’t talk about learning disabilities, Japan’s history in Korea, sex outside of explicitly sexual contexts, or drugs unless you want to have a bad interaction. On the other hand, they’re so much more casual and overtly lookist and status-conscious than Americans. They r...

The morning after the study-room encounter, Dorian stood at the front of the lecture hall trying to keep his eyes off Iris. She sat two rows back, legs crossed, skirt riding high, pretending to take notes. He kept trying to peel his eyes away from Iris, but removing Iris from his view didn’t remove the visions from last night that would come rushing into his mind. When class ended, he kept her behind under the pretext of...

He grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me through the door. I chuckled a little, knowing him well enough to know the game he’s playing, any excuse to show his dominance. My fourth-block teacher is sitting at his desk, typing on his laptop, and looks up as I'm shoved into the room. He stands. “Ah, good afternoon. You must be Dad?” he asks, offering his hand. It’s ignored. “Stepdad.” I huff, shrugging off his grip on me...