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KID ETHNIC IS WRITTEN BY:
saleem
who is currently moving around East Asia.
kidethnic@gmail.com
ALSO BY KID ETHNIC:
The Alpaca Song
I wrote and recorded this for you. Because you <em>need</em> a song about alpacas, don’t you?
100JapaneseThings
A collaborative site to help folks (and each other) find Japanese stuff.
The Annual Kid Ethnic Valentine
Because I love you so much.
The Whiteboard Videos
Music+Whiteboard Markers+Friends=Good ways to spend weekends
SEAWEED BREAKFAST
A weekly column about Japan that I wrote for Glimpse.org.
Twitter
I twitter infrequently. But hope we can stay friends.
I teach a child with improbable hair.
You know the the spikey ‘do you see in Japanese cartoons?
The kind that always looks like it’s owner is leaping through the air, even when said hair-owner is relaxing, sipping Pocari Sweat with Pikachu and the boys or whatever?
Such is the hair that this student has. It is as if he’s followed by an eternal wind.
When I see him, I often think to myself, “That which is on your head is fantastic.”
In my last writing class, he called me over to his desk to talk. I encourage kids to do this once they’ve finished their work.
“My hair…” he said.
It was an unusual opening line. I looked at him curiously.
He laughed. And searched through his dictionary.
He found what he was looking for.
He began again. “My hair is…”
I watched him mentally rehearse the pronounciation.
“Your hair is….what?” I asked.
“My hair.” he repeated. “My hair is…”
”...”
“Fantastic.” He smiled big after saying the word. “My hair is fantastic.”
Psychic students. The coolest.
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