TEACHER, CANDY! TEACHER, PARTY!
That’s what I heard all week. The whines and demands of small children who think that I’ll do whatever they want just because they say it loud and with enthusiasm. But this time they were right.
I love Halloween.
Shopping for a costume on Saturday, I was really torn. Part of me wanted to be something ‘cool’, or at least like, a costume that I’d look good in. I was thinking maybe Qaddafi in uniform or…okay, just Qaddafi. But at the same time I felt like it would be a lot less stressful and more fun to just let shit get weird, which is what I ended up doing. Here was my costume:
That’s right. Say hello to: INNER CITY HELLO KITTY.
No man has ever looked so smug wearing pretty bows, kimchi cooking sleeves, and a pink jacket meant for an 11-year old girl.
Here’s another picture:
As you can see, when I got to the bar, I ran into a hippie, a mime, a “cool person”, and a plastic surgery patient.
And whaddaya know, it turns out I work with all of them. But that’s the beauty of Halloween, our disguises mask our true selves.
Or do they help expose our true selves? Time for some soul searching (or Seoul searching?)
Anyway, I really really hate my smile in that group picture, but someone is giving the camera the middle finger in the other one; overall this photo makes everybody look more happy to be there.
The hippie left on Tuesday, for a new life away from this island. However, though something was lost, something was found as well. Elizabeth will be missed, but she should be pleased that she was the catalyst for discovering a new drink, rasberry wine and maekkali, which is not only alcoholic but also very delicious. I’m not the only one who thinks so. Another teacher, Mike, confirmed this for me. That makes a consensus.
Mike also came up with a beautiful name for this crazy new cocktail: “raskalli.” I don’t know how to spell it yet, I’ll work that out with the bottle manufacturers when it becomes the next sensation to sweep through Korea.
By the way, here’s a picture of my pumpkin, pre-rotting carcass:
Also, as promised, my ‘sexy gym photo’ with a handbag that I didn’t realize I was carrying at the time:
Yes, last week wasn’t my most lucid week. I got into a car thinking it was a taxi cab and had to shamefully exit the vehicle when it turned out that the driver wasn’t accepting hitch hikers.
Here are some fun pictures of my kids on Halloween week:
And some pictures of our decorations that I put up all over the classroom:
The hogwon gods are cruel to me. After spending two months slogging through a miserable Unit labeled ‘Solidarity’ (Hey There! 3, Chapter 6), the class was stolen out from under me just when it was time to move on to a more fun lesson. And we were only 2 Units away from Space! At least someone else now has a use for my tarot cards. That glory still should have been mine.
My boss doesn’t like my handbag. He told me to get a new one, even though I’ve been using it for about two weeks now. I thought that my handbag made me fit in more with the Korean man’s lifestyle; maybe I should have thought about how I fit in with the office lifestyle.
Favorite (potential) menu misspelling of the week:
Nude kimbap
Also, deef organ soup remains a favorite of mine.
And in one of my textbooks, students will read about how Willy Wonka gives a golden ticket to…Charlie Burkett. Charlie Burkett?
Also, congratulations world, you reached 7 billion people. But only 370 jobs. Let’s do better next time.
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