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I just spent my WHOLE weekend working on ONE lesson plan. Now, I know I’m slow, but this is ridiculous. My last three weeks of teaching have been pretty strong, so in some ways I feel this equal obligation to ‘Bring It’: the most fun, the most awesome, the most speaking activities, equal parts entertainer and educator. And this lesson mostly delivers that, all in preparation for parent’s observation week.

But I don’t feel like I had a weekend. I don’t feel relaxed. I didn’t even have time to go to the gym or kick back with a choice beverage.
When I was a senior in university, a professor told one of my friends that he was too good of a student. “Be a bad student, just for a bit.” I feel like I should take next week easy – pick up a lesson plan and secondary material from online, and enjoy my weekend. Live my life. Is that fair to feel as an educator? Probably not. . .

There’s about three more weeks till the kids take finals and the semester winds down into sumer vacation. I’m sure all of my fellow english teachers are waiting for it as eagerly as the kids. 😉

When I was art school, we had the life-saver: 55 cent coffee, hot fresh and strangely oily. It pumped your blood full of sweet caffeine on those late night crunches, and provided a change of scenery when class seemed just too pressing. For those days when paying upwards of 3 bucks for a cup just wasn’t happening, there was nothing more celebrated in my life than that cheap-coffee machine.

Well, it’s met its match in Seoul. Cause now, I have a 100 won (<10cents) coffee. That’s right. Same deliciously sweet, slightly oily, hot hot hot all ya can drink less than ten cent rainbows.

Yup. It’s Monday.

a video burst

I’ve been in Seoul for a few days now. Still jet-lagged, but having tons of fun. Right now I’m at orientation, and I’ll be here until friday — there are tons and tons and tons of teachers!! It’s been so cool to meet everyone, and find out about your schools (but no word on districts yet).

A short vignette before the videos roll:
Yoon Ji and I were coming back late the other night on the subway, and I really had to go to the restroom. Knowing it would be another 15min before we made it home, we followed the neon orange arrows on the station floor to the public restroom. Relief! I lunged for the nearest stall, finally, finally — only to find what!? At first I thought it was my eyes, or lack of sleep, or some strange construction. As is stood there, dumfounded, I realized it could only be what I had feared the most: a squat toilet. No amount of practice could have prepared me for it. “YOON JI!!” I cried, “YOOOON JI??!”

“Oh,” said Yoon. “A squatter. Hm. Use stall number five instead.” And so I backed out of stall number three, into stall number five, and found what I so desperately desired: a throne. Yes. Yes yes yes. Seoul is so beautiful.

Hopefully, tonight I’ll get some better sleep, so I’ll stop head-nodding in the presentations. :p