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La bonita to my left is about the only person I hang out with in Seoul these days. Started out as my friend's little sister but is now more accurate to refer to original friend as la bonita's older sister. My frames of references have changed.

La bonita is much younger than me so I try my best to be a good oppa. Basically, I reply to all the texts I get after bringing her around that she's too young for them so leave her alone.

Her father is the man to my right. We are doing car bombs because he appreciates my oppa-ness and invited me to the Hotel Too Swank for dinner and drinks. So swank I wore a suit but no tie, which okay because homeboy wore brown shoes instead of a professor's usual black. The evening was a success.

Efficiency Class

Not going to complain about a job that pays me more than I'd make at home even though all I do is nap under my desk right after watching the beisbol, but I'd probably feel differently were I on the policy side of things. Take, for instance, a listening class I teach three times a week. For some reason it's called CNN Listening, which ooooooohhhhh, Koreans' love of brand names! Doesn't mean much since I spend 10 minutes the day before downloading scripts off the BBC instead, but whatevs. Point is the class was so in demand when first offered that they asked if I'd teach it before the start of school rather than after, like the rest of the supplementary curriculum. Most students have to run off to their cram schools straightaway after the final bell and could only enroll if I assented to three hours' less sleep each week, so okay since I can just make up the time under my desk.

It's now almost three years on and I still resent the early mornings, but I keep up appearances without much complaint because, er, I get paid an extra $2500 a year to basically jam this:

 

Bwah to the 63rd power, for the realz. Every single course follows the same pattern: about 15 kids enroll and show up the first day; only 9 come the second class because tea-cheo, too early; 14 are at the third because I called their mamas; halfway through the 20-session course only 4 or 5 are showing up regularly; and by the 13th class it's only the single homegirl, who will come to class even if she had broken ears. Think we're friends now since I'll occasionally buy an extra kimbap for her when I stop for brekkie on my way to school. Guess this sort of thing is pretty normal and not just because I'm the worst teacher ever, but still, I get paid for this?

The View From My Internet

I read this one blog most every day. I also look out my classroom window most every day. Le blog has a popular feature called The View From Your Window and so I submitted mine, because synergy. Was actually published this past Sunday, so whoooo on me.



Site gets over a million views a week so means a real life flesh and blood not-zombie probably saw a photo I took with a cheap azz Samsung. Had I spent the time learning how to use an actual camera I'd have never had that sort of audience, however anonymous. Suppose that's commentary on a whole different issue, so let's just pretend for the moment that I've made something of myself.

Sunday Night Hustle

Are you considered a professional basketball player if you get paid for winning, even if all you were "paid" was dinner? If so then it makes sense that half of us here lost to the other half, professionals and all even though they weren't professional until we bought dinner since they won the game that decided who had to pay.

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