Bye Mickey!

With great sadness, I announce to you that Mickey has left our ranks. He had to move house recently and it would've been to far away to come to our school. He's been our favourite from the first week, so maybe that's a huge sign for us to move on at the end rather than renew our contract. Anyway, let's have a tribute to the little tyke.....

(It took forever to physically pose Mickey for this photo, as he kept managing to fall over the wall trying it himself!)

(Aaaw the camouflage wifebeater. He had some pretty funky clothes actually, such as a tiny bomber jacket and baggy combats, but he spent more time with his breeks down "investigating" himself. Dirty midden. One thing would always be guaranteed though. If you walked into a class, his shoes and socks would be off, and he wouldn't know where they were. On this occasion, the socks in question stayed missing for quite some time, and many tears were shed.)

(Me and Mickey enjoying some crap game on the Playstation 2. While many of his classmates continued to murder beyond recognition complex phrases such as "My name is...", Mickey once told me at great length, as best he could, about how his Super Mario game was broken and maybe his Gran would buy him a new one. Little genius! Once I asked him what he wanted to be when he was older, and he said.... "I want to be a doctor........a love doctor!". Then he fell over laughing, as always.

(Forever the curious outcast among his peers, he would often find hmself alone during field trip snack times. Don't feel bad for hm though, it was mostly his own doing, and the lack of any core friends was the kind of thing that just wouldn't register with Mickey. He was much more interested in telling you about his sketchbook. He always had some quality snacks on these trips, which he would distribute generously! The king of the honey coated peanut things!)

(Always a keen participant in some "Rock, Scissors, Paper", or high-fiving action, although he never really understood them. I feel bad that I never really understood "Ice Game". For 10 months he asked me to play this game with the class, and I could never comprehend what he meant. A few times we played a rough attempt at "Ice Game", and it seemed to be the good old "Zombie Game", with the added defence of the kids being able to call "Ice", and become invulnerable. Which made it difficult for me, surrounded by a constant chorus of "Ice!!". The chickens. And.....crap game Mickey!



(Another field trip, and another packet of crisps the same size as him. Also note the snazzy trainers, and denim jacket complete with glow in the dark space planets. A total dude.)



(He could talk forever about such random topics in English, but anything requiring the slightest bit of coordination and he was doomed. Colouring, cutting, glueing, walking, standing up.....these were all functions just out of Mickey's grasp. )

Seriously, I make light of it, but we are both genuinely sad to see him go. He was responsible for literally hundreds of laughs in school, and Sammy Class is greatly lacking his inimitable presence. He had come a long way since the consistent fog horn wailing of the first couple of months, so hopefully we played a part in that.

Next post..... we went to the DMZ. It was very interesting, and we didn't get shot. Even Northy with his allegedly provocative hippy haircut.

And in other news..... I completed a solo mission of conquering Bukhansan National Park. Wait and see the conditions this was done in, you'll most likely think I'm a retard. But I loved it.

Hopefully post the DMZ by the weekend, but if not, I hope everyone has a good Christmas!