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Speaking of Disdain

Speaking of Disdain By Kim Sagwa Translated by Bruce and Ju-Chan Fulton spring, a time when my former classmates would be prancing about their university campuses in their new outfits. Meanwhile I the high-school dropout was making 1400 wn an hour. One morning after the rush-hour bustle I was twiddling my thumbs when the door opened. I uttered a robotic welcome and looked up. I've seen this guy before. He pierced me with a look. It was my high school PE teacher! He wanted to buy lotto tickets. There was hardly any conversation and yet I still remember vividly the stare he threw at me, the look in his eyes as if he was gazing at the wreckage of a collapsed building. My life has changed a great deal since then. But I do remember that from time to time someone would send me the same look the PE teacher graced me with that day. Though I felt the contempt in those gazes, miraculously they didn't make me angry. Besides, enough time has passed that the memories have come to feel meaningless. Nevertheless, I have to wonder if my life can be summarized as a desperate effort to recede as far http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Azalea: Journal of Korean Literature & Culture University of Hawai'I Press

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By Kim Sagwa Translated by Bruce and Ju-Chan Fulton spring, a time when my former classmates would be prancing about their university campuses in their new outfits. Meanwhile I the high-school dropout was making 1400 wn an hour. One morning after the rush-hour bustle I was twiddling my thumbs when the door opened. I uttered a robotic welcome and looked up. I've seen this guy before. He pierced me with a look. It was my high school PE teacher! He wanted to buy lotto tickets. There was hardly any conversation and yet I still remember vividly the stare he threw at me, the look in his eyes as if he was gazing at the wreckage of a collapsed building. My life has changed a great deal since then. But I do remember that from time to time someone would send me the same look the PE teacher graced me with that day. Though I felt the contempt in those gazes, miraculously they didn't make me angry. Besides, enough time has passed that the memories have come to feel meaningless. Nevertheless, I have to wonder if my life can be summarized as a desperate effort to recede as far

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Azalea: Journal of Korean Literature & Culture – University of Hawai'I Press

Published: May 11, 2017

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