Beg Your Pardon

I want to take this opportunity to apologize. I know that I really have been remiss in not writing more. It's just seemed like there's not much to say. I had a really expensive but yummy chicken sandwich at TGI Fridays the other day with Luke. It was pretty fun. We rode the subway to the restaurant and then walked home. I got to see the river running through Daegu for the first time, and Luke got to stop and smell the roses (i.e. polluted, slow-running water) while I took in the view. It looked fairly peaceful at night.

I had two special visitors this week, and am consequently moving upstairs to a room that has no signs of any similar friends and a little porch. Alex argued that it was smaller than my current room, but I don't believe that it is. And with a little creative re-furnishing I think it will feel bigger and have more counter space that is unfriendly to outsiders. Honestly, the second time I found a roach crawling out from under my stove (it's a little gas one about the size of a binder that sits on my counter) I about lost it. It's very convenient for them that they have a room free - because I was moving either way.

I spent 3 1/2 hours this morning sitting and doing nothing at work. I think it'll probably be just as long tomorrow . . . the drama classes are finally giving their presentations on Saturday. Mercifully I have Friday off, so I don't have to sit through them every day until then. I'm also very grateful that the school director has completely taken them over at this point, so my function is to sit there and look foreign for any parents who stop by, confirm the correct pronunciation of words, and try to think up games to amuse the occasional kid who comes and laments to me, "Teacher, bored." I'm especially glad I have Friday off because that's when I'll be moving AND I don't think my book would hold out against so many days of mental oblivion. (c: The Korean teacher that worked with me for the last two months has to be there as well. I felt so sorry for him, he's not a reader and he really had nothing to do. I get the impression that Koreans don't really read for pleasure. All of the books outside the English section at the bookstore look mostly like textbooks to me, even in the kids section. It makes me kind of sad. )c: I don't know what I'd do if I didn't read.