Livin' Like a Family of One: Rolling Life

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You know what that says? I do because it's written in Hangul which I'm learning very slowly because I can't do anything without it. It says maekju, which is "beer," which is written at the top of my makeshift translation notebook right above "Hello."

Yesterday was the first day of training at the school. A couple of hours of How Things Work Around Here explanation followed by 6 hours wherein I sat in the back of the classes and watched Rebecca do her magic. I'm stoked for Day 2. Upon first glance of Lucas the New, the li'l muppets were quick to revert to semi-maniacal giggle and instantly engaged me in unofficial staring contests. This will be a good year.

Watching the children, I couldn't help but want to apologize to all the teachers in the past for whom I would never shut up. What a 7 year-old thinks is charming might not translate to a poor teacher just trying to hold on 'til Happy Hour. On that same note, I think all the boring classmates I had should feel the same sense of shame. Put some life into it, Sister! But all in all, just do your thing my Golden Children of Tomorrow. We're not there to see eye-to-eye. Except the kid in the afternoon class who chose "Rolling Life" as his English name. He and I are probably going to start an indie band or an underwater fight club.

The real killer right now is jet lag. I've always scoffed it off as something you cry about because nobody can really refute it unless they burrow into yo' brain, but it's biting my eyeballs in the ass right now. I get tired at about 2pm (which is right when I start work), go to bed around 9 and wake up around 3 or 4. I'm working to sharpen this, but I guess I've only been here about 60 hours, so get off my back.

And with that, it's off to the showers! Then I gotta send a couple boxes of unneeded supplies back to Canada and figure out how to get a train ticket to Busan to meet a wonderful stranger. It's about time I shared a maekju with someone.

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