Royal Rant

Been a while since I've posted anything on here. To be honest I haven't felt like writing anything. Everything's been done.

And today's is the Royal Wedding. What's the point in writing about that? There's gonna be no shortage of bloggers posting about it.

Actually I feel like ranting about it now. If you don't know, today, the UK's Prince William is getting married to Kate Middleton. It's the biggest royal wedding since Charles and Camilla tied the knot in 2005, but no one gives a toss about their ugly tush!

It's such a big deal cos' Willy is gonna be the next King and, in the UK at least, William and Kate are pretty popular; the type of couple who have a 40 page special in Hello! magazine cos' they bought a new sofa for their mansion.

You can generally separate the Brits into 2 categories on the subject of the wedding:

1: Those who couldn't give a flying furry toss about it. Take my Granddad for instance. He's as working class English as they come. He likes nothing more than a pint of bitter, a steak pie and watching an episode of Fred Dibnah. To him, the fact that the tax payer gives the royal family something like 50 million quid a year is completely ludicrous. A real man goes out and gets his hands dirty for a living! If there's a murder mystery on the other side were the husband kills the wife, he'll definitely be watching that instead of the wedding

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-13230115

2: Then there's the people who think it's a dream come true that our Prince has found the love of his life, and will now put on a tremendous ceremony for the whole world to see, carrying on one of our finest traditions and cementing William as the heir to the throne.

Take my Nan for instance: she's got pictures of Princess Diana and the Pope on the wall, yet she never goes to church, she drinks, she smokes and she swears. Yet, today, she'll have cleaned the house top to bottom, a doylie will be on top of the TV and a St. George's cross will be in the window.

She'll be drinking vasts amounts of English tea, eating crumpets and saying how wonderful it is. But tonight, she'll probably put on all her gold and go down the pub.

But apart from her, there are people who have been camped outside Westminster Abbey for a few days so that they can get a good view of the wedding. There's people paying big bucks for commemorative plates and mugs that have a picture of the happy couple on.

If you've ever read my blog, you probably think that I don't care about the wedding. But, in fact, I really want to see it. Not for the romance of it, I don't think there is any romance in it, I think it's quite a manufactured event. If William wasn't in line for the throne would someone as beautiful as Kate ever looked twice at his kip? I think not.

I want to watch it cos' it's a show. A show that won't be happening again with such significance till Willy is ready to pop his cloggs. The whole of the royal family is just one big real life soap opera. Our country is basically a republic. Sure, the Queen has some power, for instance she can send us to war. But let's see her try and send our soldiers anywhere, the British public will tell her to sod right off!

The wedding should be really interesting, I can't wait to see it. Here's where you can catch it if you haven't got access to it http://www.royalweddinglive.tv/

In the mean time watch these videos, they're brilliant.

Kevla

Spoilt

The kids spoilt me today. I don't mean they gave me a load of presents, they spoilt me in the things they said to me and the way they acted. Here's my highlights of the day:

Period 1: Mi Ran(an 11 year old girl): Teacher, you look very handsome today.
               Mi Ran got a sticker!

Period 2: Two 11-year old girls come up to me and ask when my birthday is. I tell them it's in September. They say they hope I'm still here then and give me a small not which reads:

Thank you for teaching me. You are very good teacher. You are handsome and tall. You miss your family, but you are brave. I'm Hyun-Ju. I'm study 6-5 class. You are very very good person. Kevin teacher...FIGHTING!

Period 5(7 and 8 year olds): One kid conjures up the balls to come up to me and hold out his hand in the hope I will shake it. Of course, I indulge him and shake his hand. The rest of the kids see this and all run up to me with their hands out wanting me to shake them.

One of the best school days so far. Makes you want to stay!

Kevla

Strawberry Nose

My head teacher is a small chubby man, with glasses and a fat nose. He's quite an arrogant man, the type of fella' who acts like slavery is still legal when he's in a restaurant.

He has a fat nose which is ALWAYS bright red. Seriously, he could stop traffic with that thing!

I recently found out that none of the teachers at my school like him, well none of the female teachers anyway. They've nicknamed him "Rudolph" on account of the big red blob sitting in the center of his face.

This year he's taken on a role as a P.E. teacher. Which is bloody ironic cos' all he does is smoke and order people about.

Today my 6th graders came in after a lesson with him. Their hair was all ruffled, their clothes messed up, they were sweating and out of breath.

"What's the matter?" My co-teacher asks in Korean.

They tell her in Korean that ol' Rudolph made them run extra laps in P.E. class while he stood there having a bifta.

"STRAWBERRY NOSE!!" One of them shouts.

Me and my co-teacher look at each other. They've been talking in Korean but I know that they're talking about the head teacher, and she knows I know.

There comes certain moments in everyones professional career, when their professional credibility is tested. This was one such moment. Could me and my co-teacher keep ourselves from laughing? Could we keep a stern face and laugh about it later?

Well...no we couldn't! We pissed ourselves laughing! Strawberry nose...brilliant!