The Bad Kids

I haven't written a review before. But after watching this film, I decided to write something that I felt and I experienced while I was teaching in one of the schools in Korea. The majority of this school I was teaching were kids of refugees or kids from the foreign workers. Some kids had so many problems in their house. their parents beating them, police come to the school because a father of one of the kids raped his own kid. Some of them had serious depression that made them go to the toilet with a small knife during the break time. They would cut themselves in the toilet. And they were only 11, 12, 13 years old. When I was watching this documentary I burst into tears so many moments. Really, they are helpless children. They are just brought to this world and they don't know how to defend themselves while their own father beating them. What made me so devastated is that whatever I do in the class, I can't change lives in their house. whatever I do, when they go back to their houses, they will have same reality unless their parents change. There are NO BAD KIDS. There are only Bad Parents. I feel so sad, truly sad, how many kids should get suffered not knowing any reason? But I know, I myself was a child who didn't want to go to school, and my teacher who I met when I was 14, changed my life totally. If I didn't meet him, I would not be alive now. One person can change something. And teaching only can be given by loving person. that's what I learn from my life.