Classes were once again cancelled today. This seems the logical choice given the joy it gives the children of the country (future tax payers) and the wobbly fright it shovels upon the drivers and ajummas (former children). I'm happy about it too as I was not looking forward to the classes I had in front of me today. Alas, this means my plans for Busan over New Years are officially borked as we must make up these lost hours of repetition and vocabulary. Plus I'll have to teach those classes anyway, so it's really an overall bummer. No matter. I'll make it through. When it comes down to it, nothing that ever gets to me on a daily basis could rightfully be counted as anything more than a minor nuisance. All in all, life is pretty good and has infinite potential. Y'know?
Last night the adult class celebrated finishing this year's English course by taking Melissa (my wonderful co-worker and their main teacher) and myself out for ori, which is Korean for "an absolute fuck ton of duck." The adult students like me for much of the same reason that the children like me: I'm eaqual parts teacher/clown. This approach certainly has it's sizable downfalls, but when you're eating dinner (or hanging with kids on a snow day until their parents pick them up), it's a katana. So drinks were had and had and had, duck was forced down the gullet like laundry into a dorm hamper, and I was invited to norebang (Korean karaoke). I was tired and not in the mood, but I'm gathering that it's rude to say No to your elders about anything ever, especially if they're footing the bill and getting you liquored up. So I went. Long story short, I rocked their faces off and left after our time was up and I was tired of being groped by a tall man in a nice vest. I handled business for the hagwon though. I think they'll be back for another session of English. With these thighs, how could they not?
Livin' is going well. As always, there is much more to be done to make sure this experience gets the juicin' it deserves. Budgeting resources is one crucial thing. I can't pay off my loans all at once or else I won't have any money for wasting. I can't spend all my free-time on my school work or there won't be time for wastin'. And I can't eat all my mondu the day I get it, but that lesson is the hardest to learn and will come in time. I find myself playing guitar, drinking or watching strange clips of musicians online quite often. As I could do this anywhere, I don't think it's the approach to take. So I break it up with long walks, writing at Jürgen's, Hangul study and salads. I'm still fine-tuning my way around this life, so stay tuned for absolute clarity.
This entry has taken me far too long to write. Francine's takin' me out for pizza tonight at a shi-shi kinda place (Korean pizza is shite, but shite pizza is pizza all the same) so I gots to get to the market for tomatoes and spinach before the world ends.
Send boots if you have any in my size. THIS...I COMMAND!!!
That is all.
Bless you all right down to your pelvi.
-LS^2
Little known fact: Korean children are 36 years old.
Everything Jung Hyun needs
to say is right here.
Get me gloves like this or be gone!
Tae Woo. This young man's powers will
someday either help or hurt a large number
of people. I'm absolutely certain.
