That cute but that so smell

How can I explain to you the way in which death threats are ridiculously common in Korea? If you don't make a death threat every time you tell someone about something you don't want them to do, then you must not really mean it.

I don't really expect you to know that these are Linkin' Park lyrics. There's a kid in my after-school class that loves Linkin' Park, and his English is good enough that I think he actually understands most of the lyrics. Okay, okay, it's Linkin' Park. But I like this kid, okay?

Mother, I can not give birth, he uleusyeotda milk. Thy breath, gained a good man like his mother, breaking my back against one another also said saleura. The doors of the pub at the docks or in the nails grow maebaltop naegeolrin humble town beside the lamp has been flowing into. The dead lice glued eyes in my sleep like my mother, bitch, until the morning feeling woosinda sobbing. Cool pittol my heart, rotten sound of flowing water. I live out in the depths of nails dig deeper into the grave. Wohae chireugi a life if you have a share of the armed stand in front of the stone throwing to live life the shares ... Kkeumulgeorinda jeondeungbul seemed dim off.

my voice that cannot call the names of my students

because even if I know their names, can write them, recognize them when said by Korean-speakers, find them quickly in the gradebook - they can't recognize their own names when I call them, my American-English tongue that can't wrap itself around the syllables fast enough.

I'm still floundering without a home computer, still teetering on the edge of deciding to buy a MacBook. Be patient with me, I don't know what to write here these days.