'Round about the year 2000 (remember that year), I was in S. Korea teaching English at a university in Seoul. The school decided to have an English language essay competition; all of us English teachers were asked if we wanted to serve as judges. I declined because I was laz… err, busy. One of my co-workers, a native speaker (Canadian) who had a Master’s in ESL, decided to act as one of the judges. All of the other judges were Korean English teachers, not native speakers (not that I excuse the lapse in logical thinking).
Anyways, time passes and eventually the winner is announced. IIRC, the winner was a 19 year old female Indonesian student (quite a few foreign students at this Korean university).
So a week or so later the winning essay was published in the student newspaper.
I read it.
It was a story about how the author had been a kindergarten teacher, and (various details removed for the sake of the SDMB reader’s sanity) had had her students write one good thing about each of his/her fellow classmates on a piece of paper. At the end of class, each student had shared and given the piece of paper to the classmate that the wonderful thing was about. Cut to years later, and a man had been killed fighting in Vietnam. Found in his belongings was a piece of paper from his kindergarten class which said something about how awesome he was… he had KEPT THAT PIECE OF PAPER ALL THOSE YEARS!!
This was a piece of “chicken soup for the soul” type glurge that had been circulating the internet for a couple of years. I’m sure some of you remember it.
Review with me, if you will: a 19 year old student writing an essay in the year 2000 about etc., etc., and her student had been killed fighting in Vietnam! And not ONE of the judges had caught it… or seen the glurge which had been circulating at that time for months.
A quick internet search, while sitting in the office between classes, found the exact essay, word-for-word.
While I was sitting there looking at the glurge, my co-worker, the Master in ESL, came in the office.
“Dude,” quoth I, “A-member that winning essay?”
“Yeah! It was really good.” said he.
“Huh. Pretty good for an Indonesian student, eh?”
“Yup. She’s really good at English writing, I guess.” said he.
“And old, too.” I offered.
He looked puzzled. “Huh?”
“She had a student like 50 years ago who grew up to be killed in Vietnam!” I exclaimed. “WOW!”
“What?” he asked.
“Did you read the essay?” I asked, “Here, try again.”
I showed him the web page I was looking at with the exact word for word essay on it.
“Um…” he said, “Err…”
A couple of days later the winning prize had been re-awarded to the second-place essay.
:smack: