I've said it once, I'm saying it twice and I will most likely saying it again and again--I hate Taekwondo.
A country that trains kids in Taekwondo, is dangerous.
So I'm teaching right. Everything is going well. The kids are laughing, I'm laughing, everybody is having a good time. Generally, after my 30-minute session of singing the ABC song, I say 'Bye bye class!' and they all rush in like metal marbles to a magnet. Each vying for hugs or sleeve grabbing, maybe even a little arm hair petting. After a moment of group hugging, I start pulling them off one by one and try to get to the door. This is very normal.
But on this particular day, one of my little Korean students had a different version of the goodbye hug in mind.
Eddie, who stands about pocket high, reared back and unleashed a Dragonball Z style two-handed side punch to the 'oh-so-sensitive-region.
I kid you not, I dropped to my knees and could not breathe for about 5 seconds.
While the rest of the class began a free-for-all dog pile on me, I pleadingly looked toward the my Korean co-teacher for help. She was giggling.
I hate Taekwondo.
...get Lost my friends.