And At The School…

We have a new teacher at school. He just arrived. From Canada. He has the same name, same former profession, same hometown, as another teacher who teaches at the other campus. I still had not met the new teacher. The male teachers were describing him to me. “He’s not as outgoing as “*” from the other school. He’s quiet. Doesn’t seem as rambunctious.” “Maybe we just haven’t seen that side of him yet.” “Yeah, Korea is the modern day Australia. Everyone here is running from a sordid past.” At that point I looked up from my desk and stared from speaker to speaker. It would have been funny if they had been joking. They weren’t.