This isn't the Engrish class? [Heracles]

A low groan escaped YongSoo; he had just been told to enunciate his words properly for English again..... for the umpteenth time. Like it was his fault that he had a Korean tongue. Was he going to be bashed for being Korean and possessing a Korean accent in English? He shook his oversized sleeves in slight sadness. He had the grammar and everything down but noooo, he had to speak clearly too. Like it was his fault he couldn't pronounce 'beach' and 'sheet' properly. Apparently he spoke of two curse words in place of that.

He stared at the ceiling, his thoughts circling around the help the English teacher offered. He would be offered to help in speaking properly step by step. He's lived in Korea for almost all his life and he couldn't help but feel a small pang in his hear.t It was as if the help they were offering him was simply an offer to erase his Korean aspect of him..... which was everything about him. Just like it was back in his own hometown. They tried to rid of him but using more direct tactics. Strangely it hurt more to be erased indirectly than directly; at least the direct approach was straightforward. Maybe he would erase himself, many people seemed to want him to do so any way. He sat up and jumped off his bed before heading for the door.

He opened the door and walked out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. He then started to walk, his goal being the English room. His feet carried him as thoughts swirled within his mind. When he finally caught himself, he found himself in a random part of the school. He really didn't know the layout of the school extremely well. Biting his lip, he realized he was lost..... again. Honestly, why couldn't the door to the classroom just appear in front of him. Being lost most definitely didn't originate from him, so why was he lost? His fingers wrapped itself around a doorknob slowly opening it.

"Ummm..... Is this the Engrish room, da ze?" he asked, peeking his head in.

[Oh my God. I'm so sorry. I was just like.... ehhhhh. But I got it up! Though it's kinda fail...... ono]

Heracles disliked his students. Well, no, that was a lie. He hated a lot of them. They were loud and messy and slow and never turned in any of their assignments, even though they lived in a school and had no excuses for not doing their homework. It was bothersome; though yes, the students who did do the work and did seem to understand what it meant to live in a school more than made up for it, it didn't please him to spend his "free time" - though he never really had free time and thus couldn't call it that - cleaning up after people as if he were their mother.

He knelt down on the floor to reach under the desks, scowling at the gum riddling the underside of them. Gods, what he wouldn't give to be able to smack some of these students...but no. Students were off limits in that aspect. Did he find it annoying when he knew that all they needed was a good kick in the butt to get to work? Yes, that he did. But he liked his job, so he would attempt to avoid anything that would result in him losing it.

Standing as he finished gathering the papers off the ground, he tossed them in the recycling and rubbed the small of his back gently, frowning. He wasn't old enough to be having back problems. At least, he didn't think he was. Any further thought over this was derailed by the sudden opening of his door and the face of an Asian student peeking in to his room. Heracles tilted his head lightly to the side as the kid spoke, shaking his head at the end of the sentence and admiring the kid's accent. A fun aspect of working at a school that took in people from all over the world. "No, this isn't."