trot,

you know, old people dancing music.

Next Friday: school festival. I will serve popcorn at the English movie theater room, sing Korean songs in the teachers' choir, and probably be goaded into getting fake tattoos (giggle, giggle) by my office gossip friends (the youngest of all the teachers, the ones who sometimes try to set me up on blind dates, the two girls I can joke and be non-pc with). I love them, and hate them, and love them. I have no doubt they would both be shocked if they knew I had a real tattoo.

But the point was: TEACHERS' CHOIR. IN KOREAN. We have begun to meet at 3:30 every day to practice our 3 songs until 4:10 (when we all leave school). I can't read Korean fast enough to keep up with the lyrics, but I'm hoping to memorize them in my spare time, and FUCK, I LOVE IT ANYWAY. It reminds me of middle school choir, only more awkward. They keep trying to convince me to do a solo, but frankly, I'd rather pee myself.

I don't know what to say about the whole "teaching" part. It's a constant struggle. I'm never sure whether I'm doing a good job or not. Disconcerting, etc. I don't teach shy girl again until Friday.

Now, I am going to go eat a sandwich.