Korean Moms love extra homework. It is their weapon of choice. Homework is the gift that keeps on giving. They love the idea of it, they love giving it, and they love to see you suffering to finish it. If it makes you cry, or want to end it all, then they have done their job. To a Korean Mom, it is not enough that their child's school, whether public or private, gives obscene amounts of homework, projects, or summer assignments. I repeat, it is never enough. They also do not understand why school is only five days a week; it should be seven days a week plus holidays. In fact, there should be a national holiday called 'Suprise Extra School Day' where Korean Moms get to 'suprise' their unsuspecting offspring with an extra day of school. Fun. Every time a Korean Mom somewhere screams at their child to finish those extra 50 vocab worksheet on top of their school work, an angel gets it's wings. Did you begin studying for your SATs when you were 10? There, there, don't cry...you are not alone.
Because of the educational delinquency that is America, Korean Moms have taken it upon themselves to make, prepare, and administer extra homework; and if they cannot, they will hire some poor starving college kid to do it for them. Korean Moms thank God everyday for places like Kumon, Sylvan Learning Center, and private tutors. It is secretly every Korean Mom's dream for their child to finish the highest book/letter level at their local Kumon center. To be able to brag to other Korean Moms 'Susie finished level 'H' in Kumon yesterday...aigoo...she doesn't sleep or eat, she only studies hard' is a dream come true. When I finally got the courage up to tell my Korean Mom I wanted to quit Kumon after level 'D', she looked at me like I had just told her I have a second butt hole that poops peppermints, then proceeded to give me Stank Eye. Quitting is not an option. It is not even a word.
Korean Moms do not simply want you to do extra homework, they want you to do it fast. They want you to be the Michael Phelps of Math or the SATs. If you cannot do long division at lightening speed and in your head, you are 'special', the bad kind of 'special'. Yes, that's right...I said it...you know your Korean Mom was already thinking it. Once my Korean Mom caught me using my fingers to count. She threatened to cut them off. I also hated riding in the car with my Korean Mom because as she would drive, she would randomly shout multiplication at me, 'What a beautiful day...What's 4x3?!! Bballee! Bballee! - Faster Faster! - What you want to eat? 5x7?!! Why so slow?!!" A few times I peed a little out of fear. I peed a little just now typing this.