Got a pencil & paper?

Because my life requires a score card these days.

Initially, this was because my "love life" required one. There is Nasir, a very polite guy who's actually my age, though only 2 hello messages offline. There's Simohamed, a Moroccan with whom I've been corresponding just a little over facebook for MONTHS, though finally realized the reason he wouldn't set up a date is because his English is too low. Then there's Andrew, who seemed nice, but had no pictures, &, well... you know that won't fly. I gave him my what's app info & we even talked on the phone for a bit, but ultimately I have no idea if we have much or anything in common, including mutual attraction, & he hasn't responded to my message that said just that.

And now we are entering the lightning round, which thankfully only has 2 people: Jorge & Ludwig. Yes. I actually typed the name Ludwig. That is actually someone's name.

Jorge is, again, through some freak of fate, just a few years younger than me. He's in the military, writes like an American, though his accent is thick. Couldn't tell you where... I'm guessing Mexico. He's getting his Masters in engineering, though was already working in the private sector before he joined. He's nice, weirdly (to me, because I just don't encounter it. Ever) open with his feelings. Before we met he said, "Maybe I just really like you & want to see you." Then after we met is all, "when can I see you again?" Good guy... except for that whole not all that attractive thing. Thanks to his desperation to meet me & the fact that he had a big bottle of wine he needed help with, he came over last Thurs night. The wine, sadly, was Gallo, & even WORSE, moscato. It wasn't great, but I still drank a bit. He was plastered, & there was lame drunk sex which I should have just declined, but didn't. So that added an extra dimension of, this-is-not-helping-me-go-for-the-nice-guy over my usual.

At the same time, I had just started chatting with Ludwig, who is, wait for it... a French model. That is his actual job. He's in Seoul for 2 months shooting for.. something, who knows what. The FUNNY thing is, & I could NOT explain it, but I just didn't feel any sense of urgency to meet him initially. At all. If ever. We started chatting on a Sunday night, at around 10 o'clock, & he wanted to come over then. I rolled my eyes & said that night just wasn't going to work, period. In the past, that's usually sufficient for the ridiculously hot guys to decide they have other chicks to chase who have much more accommodating schedules & that's that. Instead, he said to let him know when worked for me. We ended up settling on 7 PM this past Sunday.

We confirmed that time & day the day before, plus the day of... but I STILL SOMEHOW managed in my head to turn that into I had to LEAVE at 7 PM. I didn't realize my sheer idiocy until he texted to tell me which exit he was at. FUUUUUUUCK. Well, suffice it to say I was horrified, terribly upset, b/c I was at least an hour away (& of course him being French, he thinks a 30 minute cab drive is VERY FAR). I asked if he could wait for me & he said he would. I kept a French model waiting. Who'd have thought?

Unsurprisingly, he is incredibly, amazingly good looking, with a truly perfect build. We walked around a park, & made out in said park. After about 2 hours, we decided we should get on our ways, but made plans for him to come to my place tonight, actually. No requests for my address to give the cab driver (like THAT would help in this fuck show where they likewise think an apartment 30 minutes away is too far), & no reply to my message asking if tonight was still ok. Given what I'd gleaned from him, there were 2 options: he fell asleep; or he had flaked on me & it wasn't my problem. Sure enough, at 9:30 he texted that he forgot and fell asleep b/c he worked until 4 AM. I said ok, another time. He said maybe this weekend. *I* stupidly said Saturday night was the only time I couldn't, so he told me maybe tomorrow night, & he'll tell me tomorrow.

Terrific. I either will have a nice, quiet Friday night to myself, or a night with a French model with little knowledge beforehand.

Suffice it to say, Ludwig is especially bad for Jorge, given that he's... a great kisser & a French fucking model. Who for reasons I still can't fully grasp or accept, wants to see me, even if it means he has to wait, or my idiocy or his work hours come up as obstacles. Jason isn't loving his "maybe, I'll tell you then." It does leave something to be desired, but meh. It's good for now. & unfortunately, more interesting than my wanna-be boyfriend, Jorge.

The OTHER news.

I've known I'd need to stay in Korea for at least another year. My only decision was whether I'd stay at my school, which I really like, or try to get into a school down in Bundang, because that's where all my friends live. (Anyang isn't far by US standards, but it is by... everyone else's, particularly the public transport's, which stops running at 11:45- midnight because Seoul made a deal with the taxi drivers. And while it's only about $25 or so to my place from Seoul, somehow it's $35-$40 from Bundang.)

In the end, I decided it's better to stay where I know the people and school are good. I love the kids, the teachers are, with one exception, great. I have a good apartment, especially for one I didn't have to hunt down & arrange the housing allowance for. 

Sue pulled me aside last week to ask what my plans were since my contract is up in July. When I told her I wanted to stay, she said, "You want to stay with me? Even with air pollution and crazy Trump and North Korea?" She hugged me, & I'll get an extra $100/month.

I ended up feeling even better about my decision when I was talking to my friends down in Bundang, and they were saying there aren't many jobs except bad ones there now because of the high competition to teach there. So no new learning curve next year!

The only other thing to add is I was surprised on Sunday with an invitation to Easter dinner with my friends Korelia and Simon. They'd been posting the baking that, well, Simon was doing the night before on fb. I guess they decided at the last minute to have more than just the 2 of them. I was not only honored to be one of the two guests they invited (and only have room for), but to my COMPLETE surprise and delight, they made the whole main dish paleo!! Roasted chicken with apples and cabbage and the, to me, show-stopping spiced squash. Dessert was almond apple pudding-- funnily enough I didn't eat the digestive biscuit crust, only to wisely I MUST say agree to try the hot crossed buns, which I'd never had before, and they were just great. So while I'm sadly no closer to my friends, I'll still be here another year not far from all the great people I've met.

Only other update is, what with my ENT guy's office being mysteriously closed for at least a week due to a traffic accident he's guilty of (? courtesy google translate), I tried the clinic down the street from my building. I'd say Dylan exaggerated that doctor's English a bit, but she prescribed... something. Probably exactly what my ENT guy did.

I also went to see if I could make sure the shin is just sprained rather than fractured. This got off to a rough start because the family clinic's nurses pointed up & held up 6 fingers for my leg. Going up to the 6th floor brought me to English underneath the Korean which told me I was at a coloproctology clinic. Not entirely sure what that was, though the proctology part seemed particularly NOT what I needed. 

I got back on the elevator & went up & down, waiting for google translate's camera to decide that it COULD handle the signs in the elevator. Not sure who helped the 6th floor clinic with their translating, because google assured me that clinic's name had orthopedic in it.

Naturally I couldn't figure out where to put my phone number or address on the ubiquitous slips of personal info clinics have, particularly since google translate was once again not up to the task of translating. 

This doctor seemed more comfortable with English, but I was still so frazzled by trying to explain problems and write in Hangul and read shit that doesn't mean anything that after telling him I think I had a sprain (note: shin splint, not surprisingly, doesn't translate), that when he asked if my shin, which looked completely fine & hurt very little (as opposed to the past 4 days, including when my shin actually WAS inflamed and swollen on Sunday night) had had direct contact, I just said yes. He felt it & said there wasn't a fracture, good news, & seemingly obvious now with the swelling & inflammation gone, but we were all of the decision on Sunday I needed to see a doctor about it right away. He declared it a contusion, but the ice pack and electromagnetic massage he prescribed was helpful.

I think that the 35 minute walk home is a bit too much for it right now, so I guess totally resting it before resuming mobility like a normal human being will be required for a bit.

So I guess shin splints really are JUST that fucking painful, & that walking as much as usual will result in the shin becoming swollen and inflamed. I suppose it's good to know, even if I'd preferred never having to have any idea about any of this at all.

The odd end.

That's really all there is to it, because the internet clearly finds it odd that I have this injury, as it keeps telling me that my being a runner makes me so susceptible to it. Shin splits, pecifically & only on my left. It is PAAAAAAINFUL as a motherfucker. I didn't even DO my HIIT workout this week!

Apparently, aside from running, I could have incurred mine from inadequate shoe support, which makes a LITTLE sense since I've been doing my plyo/HIIT workouts barefoot. It's only twice/week! In any event, that's what I suspect did it. HOW that could have done it when I do some yoga stretching everyday, including down dog, and my calves have NEVER felt tight, the left one is just SOO pissed off.

It started Thursday. I feel it mainly when I'm walking. Funny: it says walking is good exercise for it, but every step hurts. Today the 10 minute walk to the bus stop almost had me limping. I saw that some shin splints are from fractures. I cannot FATHOM how I could have done THAT, but I'm thinking next week when I go see a doctor (my ENT guy's office was dramatically closed last Tuesday until this Tuesday, because he was guilty of a car accident... ?!?! God I hope the guy's ok, but wtf happened that he's out for a week due to guilt?) that maybe I'll see if GP can determine if it's that or will respond to stretching.

ALSO funny that yesterday after walking home from work, 35 minutes or so, this 12 or so minute yoga sequence for shin splints felt rather good on it, but today, it was torture.

The only other news is I was a bit duped by a student. Bill is a good kid, he was absent a bit, failed many vocabulary tests, but did ok in the book. Friday when I had them checking all of their unfinished workbook homework, Bill said that he unaccountably found a new, blank workbook in his book bag, which of course isn't his because nothing is done.

Welllll, ok, actually, I didn't so much believe him as express momentary surprise & tell him to look very carefully at home for his real one, since he has to complete the missing parts for homework. So I just kept telling him to look carefully because it's not going to be fun to have to do all twelve units this weekend, but mostly I was just trying to keep a lid on the otherwise slightly crazy class.

I hadn't given much thought to it's probability until I came to the teacher's lounge after class to tell his Korean homeroom teacher, and Dylan walked in & burst out laughing about what tremendous bull shit THAT was. Ahhhh, yes, it is, I thought then. Poor Bill. What a long weekend.

When the punishment doesn't turn out how you expected it would.

One thing I've learned since starting this whole teaching elementary-to-middle-school age range that writing is a punishment. They'll write in their books of course, however much they're supposed to, but if you give them EXTRA writing for homework, THAT'S when kids associate writing as the result of doing something wrong.

I have a class of 3 middle school boys whom I just love: Jay, Roy, & Leo. I think every teacher who has them loves them-- I know Jennifer the Korean teacher has come back from their class talking about how funny they are. And they are, even though they're doing pretty much all of their joking in Korean. But hey, this is English class, so I usually start insisting on English.

One day, Jay & Roy were talking about a rapper and farting because, of course they were, they're males, and the male sense of humor for the majority reached maturity at 8 years old. Still, being a woman, plus having a brain means it really doesn't register how these 2 things can be laughter-inducing for over an hour. There must be other stuff being said.

& because I know these kids are capable of being silly and talking in English, I tried my usual punishment on Jay & Roy when it felt like they just weren't listening to me at all. They were to write down everything they'd said the past 5 minutes, & then their homework would be to translate it. I figured this last part would be the real punishment, although Jay kept saying he couldn't remember anything he had just said, including what he'd say in Korean at that moment to Roy. I know google translate is a mess, but it's a start.

To my great surprise, both boys translated their short paragraphs in maybe 5 minutes. And lo & behold, it was no different than the summary they'd given before. Except for my personal favorite part, where Roy interrupts himself when talking to Jay & Leo to apologize to me... in Korean. (Also note that Jay is guilty of the Korean speaker's inability to distinguish between L & R.

Jay
The video is very fun! Ha Ha. How can the lap appear? Ha Ha. He has brave "Hello, I will take fart. Ha. There is [he actually drew a rectangle here] Maybe He spent a lot of time to make the lap. Then, there was a funny happens. All of students laughed. ' 산이 [or 산디, I can't tell which the last is]' said good words for him.

Roy
Check! I'm the Korean the top class Hip pop nobless... hahaha! That rap is so fun! haha I don't know the lyrics, but it is so funny, haha! Check I'm the Korean the top class... sorry! teacher. You see the Ujin Kim's prank? That is so fun! haha. You know tail shin's rap? That's BGM is so good.

At least for today, it's on.

For those who somehow don't know, today's average guy is less intelligent, uglier, fatter, balder, romantic, and worthy of much attention than ever before. But that doesn't stop them from sending one-word messages to 20 women at a time and seeing who responds. Today, I just felt like not letting them get away that.

Lori-Jaide may recall the last time I didn't let a guy get away with being an ass online. This isn't completely scathing, but I flatter myself to say it is at least entertaining. To me, at least.

James had the misfortune to just write, "Hi". From here on out, conversations will be color-coded, with my font being in a different color, since my responses are brimming with more life than theirs:

Ahhh, I see you belong to the group of people who think one word leaves SO. MANY. OPENINGS for conversation! Will they respond, and if so, how? What zany or fun or mundane topics will it lead to?? More than likely though, in the TL;DR world, you just thought you'd say hi. So hi!

Hello
😄

Welll, hey, at least you're well-acquainted with the shift key. Proper capitalization is important, even if, apparently, punctuation isn't!

So you've graduated from one, 2-letter word to one, 5-letter word and a picture. We're making progress! In a couple days, we could have you at picture-book level writing! 😄

Omer wrote, "Hi," so I responded: 
Lucky you, you caught me on the ONE DAY that I've decided to strike back at every one-word, not-specific-to-my-profile or anyone with some stream of consciousness. Currently I'm figuring out where to start on updating my blog. I had my premier at a burlesque show to write about, the funny translations 2 of my students had to write of their funny conversation while talking in my English class in Korean, the 3 Italians I've met since being here in Korea, the last 2 being complicated in ways I could NEVER have predicted. Plus, why I said double for an espresso at the cafe when a single was offered and I knew that would be the better choice for me. I REALLY should get prepping to cook my meals for this week, but I just want to sit and not do that or much of anything else. So here I sit, drowning strangers in words to counteract the malaise of the typical male who thinks blanketing several women with one-word messages is a lottery he can win!

All I've got for this guy is his username, moonrisewolf who wrote, "Hi there"

God, I feel like I've had this conversation before. Where have I seen-- OH YEAH!! EVERY. OTHER. GUY. EVERYWHERE. You have no profile, and didn't read mine, nor I'd say the other 20 women you sent this to.

I give him surprising credit for responding: "hahaha sooo true" and, "also, i would like to see how you start a conversation to new people without saying hey hi hello how are you.​"

Afraid I can't do that, slick, I've got stuff to do. If I ever open up an advising service to men who can't figure out read, then write about what you read, you'll be the first to know!

Anymore to report, I'll be sure to update you. I'll leave you with this EXCELLENT meme related to the pitfalls of online dating:

Ok. Here's the situation.

Jerry always did call me a shameless hussy. It't time to act like one.

My friend Dani here joined a burlesque group. She was a ballet dancer and a stripper years ago. I've never seen her dance, and their group was going to some town I've certainly never heard of. She got a hotel room, & invited me to join. It was expensive (106,000 round trip), 2.5 hours away, and it turns out on the Sea of Japan (with what really sometimes looked like a pirate ship. There were fireworks that night over the water, too)

and has, I should have known, a military base. The hotel was great, she got the nicest room, so we had a view of the sea, 

a living room, a bathtub (no time to use, ) A HEATED TOILET SEAT WHICH IS THE BEST THING EVER, plus of course a bidet. The bar where they were performing, Tilt, was owned by a Korean American, which I discovered that night, relies on the best looking military base I've ever seen for business. He also DOES NOT make his burgers or fries with fucking sugar, which is an abomination unto God and everything on Earth. I ordered 2 burgers to start, which came out with cheese and bacon, fries, REAL dill pickles (they're usually all sweet here, because of course they are), fries AND onion rings. Later, the owner kept bringing us chicken wings and nachos. Finally, all that yoga and kindness to a stranger on a train before Aaron left is paying off! (Oh, did I mention he left Korea last Wednesday? I saw him the weekend before, and on my way back, I was sitting next to the doors when I heard some sound. I looked over to find an American soldier kneeling on the floor directly in front of the doors, sobbing. The Koreans all looked a bit uncomfortable. Part of me wanted to just stay out of it, but I was the only person on that train who spoke English I'm sure, and I couldn't NOT do something. God knows people have been kind to me when I was in distress. I asked him if something was wrong, and he told me he'd just found out his wife is cheating on him. God damn. What do you say to that? I got up, took his hand, stood him up, offered him my seat. He said no, so I moved him out of the doors and held him. The poor boy, and he was a boy, sobbed and squeezed me. My heart just broke for him. I talked to him, made him laugh a few times too, asked where he was going. He said his base was at Suwon. So I talked to him until Suwon. I asked if he wanted me to go with him, help him get to base, take him out for drinks because I had nowhere to be. He said no... and actually he needed Seryu, which was the stop before Suwon. He said he'd be fine going back the one stop. I should have just gotten off with him, but I wasn't sure if he wanted to be alone. His wife is home, and I guess he was talking to a friend who's going through a tough time & solider boy is trying to help this guy out from abroad, and that guy told him he & soldier's wife were sleeping together. I was heartbroken for him the rest of the day. I hope to God he got back ok, just one stop on the train but still, they can be confusing since lots of states don't have public transport, and he was so upset.) To add fucking awesomeness to the WHOLE deal, the owner gave us FREE food and drinks, unlimited, all night. That is ON TOP OF sending us a whole bottle of Bombay gin. Because the universe was SHOWING ME SOME SWEET SWEET LOVE. 

The group realized that they needed someone at the door to collect money. I was the only one there not performing, so I volunteered. I stood next to the stage, so I could still watch. The show was great. Dani was AMAZING, God damn could she move. The guys were very enthusiastic, lol, and bought the girls ever more drinks, lol. I got hit on by a drunk guy, who kept pointing to the back where all the guys are watching, saying, "See that guy?" Yeah dude. Totally. He asked my name, told me his was Marco, asked if i was performing, asked me why not. Wanted me to hangout with him next weekend, then asked my name again. "it's Jennifer, Marco." And of course he thought I was his age, 27. Another guy thought Dani & I were both 30. Heeey, kind of aging in a loop, literally, eh?

After the show, the girls were mingling, and there was a table of girls interested in doing burlesque. 1 of them was this gorgeous girl, and she kept also teling me I should perform. Ah yes, actually, I let her in with less money at the door that she said she'd pay back later, and she did, and we talked, she had demanded I perform, and said she was going to start screaming my name to get me up there. She never did, but she made me come dance with her a few times too. Kept telling me how beautiful I was, so a nice mutual admiration society.

The burlesque girls are great too. We all know I couldn't care less about people seeing me naked, and my vanity would love a bigger, live audience. And I still look good, if not as I did during P90X. BUT. We ALLLLL know I CANNOT dance, act, flirt with a bunch of people, strip seductively, none of that. One of the dancers doesn't actually strip, she just wore a 1 piece bathing suit covered in balloons people popped with sparklers. She said I don't have to do any dancing, etc, I can be a bored bitch if that's what I want. I still don't know if I could do that on an actual stage in front of lots of people. Yet. But what I COULD do to start is wear a little costume & be a "kitten," a person who cleans up the stage between performances & puts up props. They need one too, apparently. I was thinking French maid of course. Any other ideas? Stage names? Opinions? I'm really excited actually. 

The continuing saga of my (steadily declining?) health

According to the ear, nose, & throat guy, ultimately I have nasopharyngitis, which is inflammation of the mucous membranes in the areas that extend between the oral and nasal palate, as well as allergic rhinitis? Which is hay fever, which I knew because I’d be at death’s door in fall and spring in Chicago, though not so much here. I could be wrong on names, particularly the last one. Funny: he knew the Latin names of the conditions and other medical terms, but words like, “change,” or “cause” sometimes eluded him, lol. Oh, and other funny aside: no one else spoke English but another patient: the receptionist kept speaking to me in Korean, never even slowing down when it was clear I didn’t understand her. I was being tortured by breathing steam in and out when I heard the girl say, “Jennipaw? Did you understand what she asked you?” I first went Monday, then back today, Thursday, this time before work, and there she was again! She’s a college student who, like a few of my students, wants to be an announcer or news anchor.

This is all from my hacking cough which I thought was another cough that turned into a bad cold on top of it. The nasopharyngitis one makes you more susceptible to viruses, and while I FINALLY have my normal voice back, I’m still coughing violently when I occasionally cough, and still have infected mucous. So he upped the antibiotic, and added other things that I couldn’t tell you about when I take them because the pharmacist didn’t notice my lack of comprehension when it came to her steady stream of Korean either. So apparently according to the doctor, cold air is a problem, as well as pollution and the other allergy-causing stuff in the air, particularly now, so instead of wearing a 4M mask when the air quality is particularly shitty, he said I should wear them every day, as it’ll help protect against this. I also need to gargle (which he acted out sort of, twice). I’m also going to try to find a neti pot here in Korea—so far, pharmacists have none, and they’re pretty new here. All it’ll take is a better internet connection than I had at the café I went to after the appointment to find it on there, I hope.

I’ve had no coffee all week because I’m sleeping ok and don’t want to risk any caffeine interfering (well, except the weaker black tea I make when I first get up). Tomorrow or Saturday I may have some because I don’t have to worry about getting up early.

Birthday was great fun, Koralia and her husband Simon marveled at the fact that I’m not British since I think like one (drink like one? Lol), named me an honorary Brit, and vowed to help me figure out how to get my visa there, even if it means marrying a cute rich guy, which she seems to think exist there.

Koralia and Simon likewise let me stay at their place AND stayed up with me before we turned in, keeping a steady supply of good 80s/90s music coming on so I’d get up and yell the lyrics. I had them play my standard “Love Me” by Elvis, but it has been a while so I didn’t do as good a job as I usually do.

Oh and 1 of classes, the biggest and most difficult, threw me a surprise part of sorts on Friday: they wrote all over the board, turned off the lights, and gathered around the door to yell various birthday wishes, from what I could understand, lol. I was given a lovely eraser, note, pen, several beads and pieces of candy. Then my little Phonics class read the birthday calendar in the hall, saw my birthday had been Friday, and on Tuesday they gave me a stuffed Daisy Duck doll (one of the girls had one & I of course got all excited because I LOVVVED Daisy when I was younger), plus this cute little wooden toy they had painted themselves, that uses a string tied to a ball below a paddle to make all their little heads go up & down like they’re eating—a bit like Hungry Hungry Hippos.

This is Aaron’s last week, I’m seeing him on Saturday, I hope, since I couldn’t last weekend due to busy weekend and my terrible illness. I’m still not recovered but am much better. Hopefully by Saturday will be even better off.

The only other news is that there has been serious drama at work. 2 teachers left, Sandra and Jessica, and were replaced with Marry and Yuna. Yuna was sexually harassing Dylan, but has since cut it out. Now the only real issue with her is that she always looks slightly inspired by Heath Ledger’s makeup application, as her lipstick is always on her lips and/or smeared on her face. The real issue has been Marry. The thing is, I feel for her, since my first time at a hagwon was hell, and being a Korean teacher at one is that much harder because of all they have to do. So I’m  not sure if she was just struggling under a new job/first time teaching or what, but she really resisted help, dug in her heels (I wouldn’t know ANNNNNYTHING about that), and has taken to being VERY rude and disrespectful to Sue, the owner.

One thing to remember/learn is that, thanks to Confucianism influence, age, seniority, and sex are the big markers for respect here. Korean has I just learned FOUR conjugations depending on your position relative to the person you’re speaking to, starting with when you speak to those lower than you, your peers, and TWO that demonstrate respect. Sue is not only the owner, so seniority, but the oldest person here, so she is owed every little bit of deference. Sue actually speaks to all the teachers in Korean with the 2^nd highest respectful level, in short showing them loads of respect by not just speaking to them with the peers conjugations, but the one signifying respect. To use the one for lesser people is NOT considered rude, either, at all. So it’s kind of a big deal that Sue does that. Marry was lashing out when she felt she was getting picked on, and was using the lower form of conjugations to speak very rudely to Sue. The other night when I came to the teachers’ office after my last class, Sue was in there, speaking very calmly, Anna was trying to be conciliatory, and then the Korean teachers were shocked and very angry. They’ve said they’ve had issues with her doing that several times, and they have been truly shocked and extremely angered by how rude she is to everyone, especially Sue. I will never forget when Anna was telling me everything that had happened, and said that Marry is a cunt. Anna lived in Australia, where that term isn’t nearly so loaded as it is in the US, but she’s familiar with its meaning too. She said she never thought she’d ever have reason to use it that way, and has prayed every night to God to forgive her for her terrible language.

Marry keeps coming back, surprising us all that she would show up—we all know she’s leaving now, but it all just came to a head, so Sue is desperately trying to find a new teacher. Jessica, one who had left, may very well come back to help out until a replacement is found (she left because she’s working on getting to the US this spring).

Wednesday when we came in for the teachers’ meeting, Anna and Jennifer were outside, but Sue, her husband Mr. Choi (who is the nicest guy, to me at least, and when he found out my birthday was Friday he got me a supreme box of these traditional Korean cookies that are awesome, and the rest of the teachers a more generic version that was still eaten up. They were SO good, and great for bribing students. As are pokemon stickers), and Marry were in the office with the door closed, but everyone was yelling. There was another argument last night, another bit of stern speaking from Anna today, and then I came in from my 3^rd evening class to find Marry is crying. Sue has been in and out, speaking to her very calmly and nicely, Anna too. No idea what happened, Dylan and I never know until someone fills us in, lol. So we’ll be getting a new teacher, but no idea when, and until then, apparently, there will be plenty of drama here. She breaks so many social norms here that Dylan seriously thinks she is North Korean. An interesting theory, and really could be a good explanation. I feel bad for everyone going through it.