Ji-sun (지선아), do you remember my sister?
She was the bright, artistic, shy little girl who sat next to you in school every day in Seoul. You both were about seven years old.
My sister always had a very serious look on her face. When she went out in public with our beautiful mother and handsome father, people would say, “Oh, she must look like one of her grandparents…” Meaning that they didn’t think she was pretty enough to be the child of such a good-looking couple.
Maybe that’s why you picked on her and stole her pencils every day.
Maybe you mistook her being quiet and polite as being weak and stupid.
Maybe you thought that because you were cute, you were entitled to have whatever you wanted.
Maybe you knew the teacher wouldn’t do a damned thing even if she caught you harassing my sister.
Did you see my mother waiting at the doorway that morning, watching you take my sister’s school supplies yet again? How did you feel when my well-heeled mother confronted you — as a baby peeked over her back, smiling at her sister. When you hung your head in embarrassment as my mother yelled at you in front of the entire class, did you blink back tears? Or were you thinking of ways to plot your revenge?
My mother, who holds educators in extremely high esteem, then gave the teacher — who had done absolutely nothing to protect my sister — a verbal thrashing for letting this continue daily.
This was the same teacher who would only display the artwork of students whose parents had given her cash gifts. My parents were saving up for our move to the United States and told my sister, “Your artwork is the best, but we’re not going to bribe your teacher. When we move to 미국, the teachers won’t expect bribes.”
Ji-sun, my mother’s memory isn’t what it used to be. She’s still sharper than most people her age, but she forgets things every now and again.
But she has never forgotten your name or what you did to my sibling.
As for my sister, who was never considered the “cute” one growing up, she is successful, ageless and beautiful.
And my parents were right. Once we immigrated to the U.S., my sister’s artwork was not only displayed in the classroom, but was also covered in the news.
지선아, I hope my sister doesn’t remember you.
I’ve been thinking a lot about bullying, because so many of the K-dramas I watch focus on school violence. “Weak Hero Class 1” and “The Glory” both feature severe high school bullying. In the latter, every time Song Hye-kyo’s character said 여진아 —the vicious character that Lim Ji-yeon portrayed — I thought about Ji-sun.
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When I was a senior in HS my best friend was a tall, handsome guy, top student, HS basketball star, everybody loved. his parents were doctors and he had a lot of money. I was top of my class, good looking, sporty... but although my parents were esteemed engineeers, as our economy was in disarray, right after the revolution, I didn't have money. I was in love with my boyfriend, but the others didn't know about that, as that guy was from another HS. This is why a few teachers, fearing that some kind of romance might start between me and my best friend... felt a need to "save" my best friend, by constantly telling him not to talk to me anymore, because I looked like a vagabond, etc. he didn't tell me, but his classmates did. And my friends from other classes fought with those teachers, to make them stop talking about me that way. It was so strange, how much hatred my friendship with him has caused. I won science olympics in my country, I had music awards, I was representing our HS at sports competitions, yet... I was not rich enough to be.. just friends with our HS star. He was such a sweet guy, always trying to keep the ugly things away from me... 6 days after the final exams, after graduation, he died. You should see the same teachers acting all sweet to me everytime we meet to commemorate him. it still hurts after 30 years. as my memories about him and what these persons did cannot be separated, they'll follow me through the years. Bullying can not be forgotten, at least in my case.
This is so heart-wrenching. I often wonder how kids ever get the idea to be mean towards others. Like where does that thought come from?