Today, like every day, I asked my students, “How are you today?”
Although yesterday was Christmas, no one said a word about that. They gave their usual answers: “Happy,” “Hungry,” “Tired and happy,” “Very, very, very, very happy,” and “Angry.” Except one boy. One rambunctious eleven-year-old who occasionally has streaks of uncontrollable laughter that turn his face red.
He answered, “Solo Christmas…” with a jerk of his head that suggested dissatisfaction.
“Solo, Christmas..?” I repeated.
Then it hit me what he meant. In Korea, Christmas is generally celebrated as a date night. It’s not really about family time; it’s a holiday for couples. He was referring to his single status.
As an unmarried female who is turning thirty in a month, I found that answer unreasonably hilarious.
“Thanks, Shane,” I said amidst my loud burst of laughter. “I think that’s the first time I’ve laughed all day.”