Coal Miner's Daughter

What follows is an essay written by one of my students. We were discussing biographies in class. As an assignment I had them write a brief 5 paragraph essay on someone they admire. However, I mentioned that I would give bonus marks to anyone who chose to write about Loretta Lynn. I received essays about Einstien, Edison, Madame Curie and but only one wrote about the Coal Miner's Daughter. And this is one of his better essays. It's not always an easy job.

I like somgs about pop. Of all of the singers in the wide world, Westlife or Beatles were very poplar singers in the world, but I like (know) an old singer. Her name is Loretta Lynn. I will write about her life.

In 1935, Kentucy, in America, she was born. Her father was a miner. She was a nice woman but even though she was poor, because in that time, people thought expensive life with a good career is better than good and nice mind.

The hardships fallow hardships. She married with a man, that was only fourteen age. She fell into anguish, she would get pain. All of doings were hard.

Many people were same. If they fall into agony, they always find out gods or songs. Loretta sang to her babies, it feels very touch. Her husband decided to make her a singer in 1960. her songs were the best, her songs were hits that American Country music.

I heard her beautiful song it's named "Coal Miner's Daughter". It feels very soft and quiet as whisper. Now I know her life and why my teacher likes her.

Have Mercy
I have been teaching in Korea now for almost 10 months and I haven't heard anyone tell this story before. I wonder how often it happens?

The children I teach range from 10 to 16 years of age. This afternoon while teaching a group of teenagers, one asked if he could use the bathroom. As I'm a strict teacher (I have serious problems for I can hardly discipline them but today I thought I would try it out) I told him, "No, you should go before class or during the break." A few moments later he asked again, but this time I could tell there was something wrong so I told him to leave. Upon returning I didn't notice anything until one girl came to me and whispered that there was an awful smell coming from her side of the room. Fortunately the bell rang, so I dashed off to the teacher's room wondering what she wanted me to do about it. When I returned to the class there was a commotion and that's when I noticed the stench. I borrowed some aerosol spray from Sara and tried to teach the class as normal. The other children would not have it. They were covering their hands and whispering. I walked over to them and that's when I noticed. This poor boy pooped his pants and I could see it. It was all over his shirt! I was standing behind him at this point and I told the others to not mention it and pretend like there was nothing wrong. I did all this with my eyes and my hands. It looks like those sign language classes finally paid off. Perhaps I should have handled it differently but I wasn't properly trained for this. No one ever mentioned teenage boys and explosive diarrhea when I signed up for this job.