-I was swarmed like no other by my kindergartners today. They are so cute and amiable, always coming up to give me hugs and whisper in my ear, which would be fine if I had a clue what they were whispering about. One little girl followed me around the entire class asking for something, I think. She could have been really sick, pleading for my help, and I had no idea. This is where having a Co-teacher is extremely helpful, except the teacher didn't seem to notice until 5 minutes before class ended, when she then managed to pry the girl off my back. She's okay though, haven't heard any commotion or ambulances yet. Oh yeah, one kid came up to ask me a question and sneezed on me, so I am fairly sure I have influenza. I did some research and found that the virus is spread by the "ah-choo" of Korean kindergartners 99% of the time.
-Last week, I did my normal Wednesday volleyball games and had dinner afterward. Thursday rolls around, and a coworker pops in my room to say we should go play volleyball again...now. I submit, but tell him I have no gym pants or shoes. That's okay, because he has some in his car. Well, he doesn't, so we get there and I play in jeans and boat shoes until Mr. Jang, the second-grade teacher has the grand idea that we switch shoes. What size do you wear? he asks, to which I reply 267. Okay, wear mine, they are 255, you will be okay. Later checking the conversion, that's going from a 10.5 to a size 9 shoe. Walking in them would be fine, but repeatedly running and jumping like a monkey did things to me. Scarred my feet for life. My feet were molded to the shoe afterward; they looked like the feet of Chinese women in the late 19th-early 20th century. Not sure what I mean? Google "Chinese women feet" in images and see for yourself. Note: not for the squeamish. After volleyball three of us go to play Korean billiards, which is a completely foreign and difficult-yet-awesome experience for me. Will try and get a video of it next time, as the 6th grade teacher who played is amazing at it.
-Still am getting used to the "eat/drink while it's boiling hot" ideal here. They finish their soup and coffee before I even start. I seriously feel like I am racing them every time I eat, except they look relaxed and I look like a bumbling idiot with steam coming from my pores.
-Went to an upscale buffet after volleyball one week, called Viking Buffet. Honestly the best buffet I have ever been to. Steak bar, sushi bar (fresh sushi to my Wilmington readers, not China Buffet off Market street quality where they find beached-fish and throw it atop something that resembles rice), freshly grilled pork, bacon-wrapped somethingorothers, elegant chicken and seafood dishes, amazing tempura, fresh-squeezed kiwi, mango, and strawberry juices, cakes and pies and fresh fruits and cheeses, et cetera. After 5 plates, a beer and 3 glasses of juice, they all pointed to me in delight. I never disappoint in countries where dining is the way of life (Spain, Italy, Korea). I just sit back, smile, talk about how delicious it is, and pat my tummy, which they get a laugh at. I keep wanting to throw in a food baby joke, but knowing their stance on premarital relations holds me back. Since I am not married to the food, it might come off as tasteless (get it, tasteless food joke? *uneasy chuckle*).
Haha very clever post over all- I found myself laughing when reading it. I had no clue Chinese women forced their feet into such small shoes! Very interesting.
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