I was teaching possessive pronouns to Korean fourth-graders in Seoul when fighter jets drowned out the sound of my microphone.
“Oh, shit,” was my initial response.
Luckily, I didn’t say this out loud. My students looked around at each other, unsure, and then back at me. I smiled awkwardly.
“OK, let’s open our books to page 72!” I said in my sing-song teacher’s voice.