Hangul…
How I detested going to Korean School on Saturdays. Maybe it was because I started around 3rd grade, and was placed in a Kindergarten level class. Maybe that explains why my sister and I would hide in the bathroom and roll up cheap powdered soap (the Korean school rented a public high school and that’s what they had) until they were perfect pasty balls so we could throw them up to the ceiling, hoping they’d stick. They didn’t. Maybe that explains why I’d sit on my sister’s skateboard (who was in the prime of her tomboy phase) while she pushed me from behind as fast as she could down the hallways. Yep. That explains it. We spent a lot of those Saturdays standing in a corner of the classroom.
So now it’s Noah’s turn. He’s starting a lot earlier, when school is still fun and playing is involved. It doesn’t surprise me that these 4-year olds have homework to practice learning and writing the Korean alphabet. They are very organized about it (daily reports of what was taught), but it’s still funny to me. Homework at this age can be silly, but Noah has quickly learned to identify individual letters and how they are grouped together in blocks to form syllables. I love to hear him compare the Korean letters to English letters. It’s a little more difficult to distinguish when he is learning Portuguese, but at least I can clearly reinforce the Korean.
It’s torture taking him to Korean School at 9:00am on Saturday mornings, but for now…he sees other children that look like himself on a regular basis and most of all, he sees his culture played out in real life. It’s not a pretend world between he and his mom…and it’s totally worth it.
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