Why does this happen?
Yesterday one of my students died in a skiing accident. His name was Park, Jin-Soo and he was 8 years old. He was bright, always eager to learn and show off what he knew.
He wanted to be the best student in the class all the time. He used to cross himself and pray when he played memory match and somehow this method worked, he always picked a match. I once told him that my class was a no-praying zone just to give the others a chance. He was so desperate to do well I used to worry that he might have a heart attack in class.
In the summer he wore these little, tourquoise blue, plastic rainboots. They were so cute and he often wore them on the wrong feet. I remember this the most about him because they were so cute and I wanted a pair, too. Every time he wore them I would look at them, and think about how little his feet were.
He was little, with wavy black hair and a constant smile that showed crooked front teeth. His English name was Eric.
I just keep thinking about little, blue, plastic rain boots
He wanted to be the best student in the class all the time. He used to cross himself and pray when he played memory match and somehow this method worked, he always picked a match. I once told him that my class was a no-praying zone just to give the others a chance. He was so desperate to do well I used to worry that he might have a heart attack in class.
In the summer he wore these little, tourquoise blue, plastic rainboots. They were so cute and he often wore them on the wrong feet. I remember this the most about him because they were so cute and I wanted a pair, too. Every time he wore them I would look at them, and think about how little his feet were.
He was little, with wavy black hair and a constant smile that showed crooked front teeth. His English name was Eric.
I just keep thinking about little, blue, plastic rain boots