This song was playing throughout a new KDrama I was watching. Now it’s stuck in my head!💕

I started watching Angry Mom late Wednesday and finished it by Thursday night.
It was so profound and moving. It dealt with a lot of issues students are dealing with. Bullying the pressure to be great, suicide, teen pregnancy, abuse.

How one mother tried to protect her daughter and ended up changing the students, their parents and their policies.

Jo Kang-ja was once legendary for being the toughest, most feared troublemaker at her Busan high school. When she gets pregnant in her late teens, she drops out of school and tries to become a responsible mother to her daughter, Oh Ah-ran. Fast-forward to the present, Kang-ja is now in her thirties and Ah-ran is a teenager. The two have a contentious relationship, with Ah-ran ashamed of Kang-ja’s unrefined ajumma manners.

When Ah-ran befriends the class outcast, it makes her the target of the school bullies who make her life hell, yet, she’s too proud to tell her mother what’s happening. When Kang-ja finds out that her daughter is getting bullied, she decides to take matters into her own hands. Unbeknownst to Ah-ran, Kang-ja enrolls in her daughter’s high school as an undercover student with the false name “Jo Bang-wool” to teach those bullies a lesson. But, she learns that there are bigger, darker problems within the educational system. Kang-ja makes it her mission to put a stop to the school violence, with the help of Ah-ran and naive, idealistic homeroom teacher Park No-ah.

It was brilliant acting. 

I had conflicting emotions. Either I was laughing at Jo Bang Wool (the mother) and her interaction with the students and home room teacher. (Seriously how could he not tell she was not student?) or wanting to gut the Director, Chairman of Education like a fish!😡 

However the moment Jin Yi -kung ‘s (the outcast) mother had been given her daughters cellphone and watched how her daughter die, I cried horribly. 

It was a great series!

Ack I need to stop being so single!!!

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