Happy Birthday dad. I called my dad last night and we had a good chat. He says he is organising the farm development. I think they are already doing impact studies at the university or something.
It's Fransa's 23rd birthday in a week or two too.
The kindergarten kids just cannot get over the fact that I am pak paagie (bald). I took 'baldness' to the nth degree today, showing how almost everythin is bald. A refrigerator, a hippo, a frog, an elephant, etc etc. I actually realised how ridiculous human beings look. We have virtually no hair on our bodies, and then a puff of it under our arms, and a puff of it here and there, and then this ridiculous bush that sprouts off our heads. If we weren't who we are, we'd think we looked really silly, compared to other animals who seem to fit pretty decently together. And the fact that we wear clothes...actually, it's pretty silly.
So one group of children just get hysterical, and if I want to generate classroom excitement I just lift my cap and shout PAK PAAGIE and they go beserk. The other group in Hwajeong, slightly older, seem a little less in awe of it. One boy said to me, out of the blue, "You are handsome teacher." And another pair of girls said, "Your head is surprising." That's Korea for you.
I was silently egging my bus driver (in blue number 706) on today, and he almost crashed into a highway of cars since a traffic light had gone red as he approached it, and he was intent on running the gauntlet. He was just too far though, and eventually stopped halfway across the second lane. He had to reverse again to get out the way. Had he made it across I think I would have had another record time home - close to 19:50.
When I got home my apartment thermometer read 28 degrees. That's fokken hot.
I have to take my Cannondale to Sungho in a few minutes. Will watch a movie after that, or go to C4 for some groceries, or both. Need to cook up a pasta for pre-race eating tonight.
At school Jane, who is usually the quietest and sweetest of all the teachers, absolutely blasted two boys, Richard and Frank. I inwardly congratulated her. The kids at the school are on the edge of running amuck, and we are encouraged to be very soft on them. This creates a situation where they become collectively out of control and obviously then, quite unteachable. The director was not impressed with her tirade, I heard him making querying remarks to her, but I guess he disciplined the offending pair anyway because I didn't seem them for the duration of my class. He was probably utilising age old torture methods taught to South of the DMZ troops (and applied to North Korean spies).
It's very hot. As soon as I get to Sokcho I'm jumping in the sea!
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