Here's an article that I wrote for a magazine. MacGyvering a Lesson It's Sunday night. You are staring up at the ceiling realizing that tomorrow you are going to be the shepherd of howling hooligans yelling "Teacher GAME!" and it fills you with dread. These days Simon says, "Jaemi-oppso," the students have already stolen all the monopoly money, and you've lynched the entire populous of stick figures. You think back to your first day of hagwon hell, after you just flew into the country, and felt the shock of being in the sweltering, cramp armpit of Korea. It was an exciting time, remember? Then, jet-lagged and not even unpacked, your kind director took you into a classroom and said, "Teach" as if he was animating clay to life. You got through the first couple months on charm, wit, and the games you used to play as a kid, but now...; you are out of ideas and numb from the screams and cries of kids suffering from EAS (English ...