WHAT ABOUT THE PUPA.

but Loretta used sugar cookie dough and hers was the best in all the land

I don't expect I'll be blogging much from Buenos Aires.

pupation

If, after the last post, you are wondering what a silk-worm pupa looks like, here is a pretty accurate visual of the brand of pupa I consumed:

Korea is:

-oily - like an egg yolk, but crimson, hemorrhaging in the womb
-tree-trunk legs
-my long skirts flip-flapping out in front of me as the subway wind spits at me
-the sudden sense of loss when the train moves from rooftop gardens, back underground
-like the week I spent thinking my co-workers were gossiping about me in my presence, not knowing that Park Mi-Ran is the given name of my main co-teacher, who is always called Nicole around me. Slurred "r," silent "k," soft "n." "Pah-mee-rah(n)" - sounds a bit like Pamela, ne?

Being stared at constantly is already blasé. Indifference, where were you when I needed you in London?

Lesson plans and quail eggs.

At dinner today, I encountered something which appeared to be green olives, and was informed by a well-meaning friend who thought I was vegan, that they were in fact fried whole quail eggs. Well, in that case, I suppose I'll eat them all the same. After all, I do eat chicken eggs, and I'm not about to give special treatment to quail just because they're cuter. The eggs tasted almost exactly the same as chicken eggs, with a slightly more rubbery outer layer when you first bite into them.

We've been divided groups of 3 or 4 to create example lesson plans together today. Tomorrow, one person from each group will present the group's lesson plan.

My group has 4 people and is rife with conflict. Lack of flexibility and poor communication strategies abound with my group-mates. We have, however, managed to produce a 50-minute high-school oriented lesson plan that I am reasonably satisfied with. Tomorrow morning, we'll present it. Hopefully, all goes well.

In other news, I am anxious to move into my own place, and to have my own personal space. But it's not all bad here. Sometimes, I feel incredibly frustrated, and sometimes, I feel completely content and happy. I'm making a lot of friends in the dorm; it took me a bit, since many of the orientees are what I would call narrow-minded and immature, but I've found at least 5 or so people whose company I regularly seek out, and whom I am beginning to consider friends. For those of you who know me well, you know this is an accomplishment for me, especially in an unfamiliar and uncomfortable place. If I can continue to push myself outside my comfort zone, then perhaps my luck will continue, and I will make friends just as easily when I arrive at my school.

Peace.