Wait, we have a cheese room?

Classes classes classes. They all say virtually the same thing: get the students to speak in English using games, boost confidence with games, make class more fun using games. Play lots of games.

After class, took the subway for the first time (with my aforementioned Hello Kitty subway card). With a few small differences (like escalator etiquette), it's just like the London Underground - so an easy adjustment for me. There's a lovely Indian restaurant just one subway stop away from the dorm, and one of my vegetarian classmates and I were growing a bit tired of the same old cafeteria routine: fried egg, white rice, lettuce, kimchi. Sometimes: broccoli, sweet potatoes, corn. Rarely: pasta. So instead: palak panir, vegetable curry, samosas, garlic naan. Since I'm trying to get used to Korean food, I'm not going to allow myself to do this very often, but hey - it's been a rough week.

We got drenched on the way back to the dorm (contrary to my former complaints re: not enough rain, it rains plenty. And not just a little). Which meant we had to run and change before tonight's entertainment: Nanta - one part theater, two parts Iron Chef bastard child, two parts objectification of the scantily dressed female chef, three parts really cool Korean rhythms/drumming/stomp. No pictures allowed inside of the theater, unfortunately.

That's all right now! Love.