By "here", of course, I mean in a 2-room APT on top of the school where I'll be teaching. Yup yup, I'm living every kid's nightmare: I'm living at school.
Two planes and two busses were all that separated one hard mattress in Iowa to another in Mungyeong, South Korea. The flights were painless enough: 15 combined hours of forced naps and studying. There was even in-flight Tetris, but the controller was conspiring against me and severely hindered my score. After that, an airport shuttle scooted me off to the most confusing leg of the trip where I got thoroughly lost and expelled an impressive amount of sweat trying to navigate the bustling streets and transpo stations. But resourcefulness (ie help) got me to the terminal and my principal and his wife (Mr. Hyun and Ms. Kim) met me at the station. The first thing Ms. Kim said to me:
"You dress good."
Thank you very much. And with that, we were on our way home.
Home. Awesome.
I got up this morning and did what I do every morning: took a cold shower and decided where I should store my shoes for the upcoming school year. Around 8, Mr. Hyun and Ms. Kim prepared for me and subsequently watched me eat a breakfast of pork and vegetables. I made the bold move to tell them that I don't eat meat very often as this is the time to make such gear shifts in life. So boom.
I'm feeling studly and ready after a walk around the neighborhood. True, I'm inside talking about what I've done so far rather than actually doing anything, but I felt my public must be fed their alloted dose of Lucas, so here I am, vomiting into your mouths the stuff of which dreams are made.
That's it for now. It's only 10:30am but I do believe it's time to continue mapping out this new world so as to eventually govern it. From space. Which is where I think I'll teach next.
Things I Need
- A swift and firm grasp of the Korean language
- Hangers
Be well, everyone. I'll do the same.
-LS^2
Blanket waiting for me upon arrival. It's like they know me already.
View from my balcony.
Other view from my balcony.
My apartment's very own Self Destruct button.
lucas you are the one who sees who sayys and remembers. IMPORTANT: you make me laugh. every,all the time. I just had some of the best fun of my life, my beautiful young brother. you do a great Jesse Pinkman, even bettter than me, but dont tell jojo till shes 18, cause, well, yo...hahahahah "cmon dad, cmon...." "Like, my butt...fart, yo... Give my love to the princess, and dont take any shit. I love you very very much and wont break your heart while youre away. Ill probably break youre guitar. I Remain always your loving brother, MARCO ANDRE;;s SALAZAR P.S. JO JO BEAR LOVES YOU... I KNOW IT...
ReplyDeleteAND... I finally figured out the code for the blog!! Have been on pins and needles since you left. So happy to hear from you. A pretty sorrowful day it was when I got back from the airport. Didn't go to work. That's OK. Hangers! Really? That $80.00 postage will be coming up soon, then, right?
ReplyDeletePeople tell me the parents are really involved over there. Let me know if that's so...have them call me!1
More later...I love you Baby! MOM
Lucas! I loved reading this and can't wait to hear more about all your new adventures. I will check back regularly :) Miss you!
ReplyDeleteIt's fantastic to have this blog as a window into a new chapter in your life. I can't wait to read more!
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I love you, Mr. Hyun, Mz. Kim, and your new Blankie. Thank you so much for making this blog. The second I'm not hung over from a wedding I'm gonna draw Lucas in Korea with his cute branket <3
ReplyDeleteKeep writing! Good luck! You are a shooting star!
ReplyDeleteLife without Lucas...Hmmm.
ReplyDeleteI'd say, lucky Koreans, sad for the rest of us.
Love you tons, Irene
Man, I hope you get to keep the blanket. It makes me so happy.
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