Strange times here on this little peninsula, my lovelies. The students are telling me there's going to be a war, and will I go home? I'll be safer at home? Teacher go America?
I say, no. I will stay here. I will stay in Korea.
Teacher, why? Dangerous.
Because I love Korea.
헐! Really? Teacher really war stay?
Yes, kiddos. This is where I live. This is where I stay.
They ran down the hall to report this to all the other teachers.
And I had a feeling I'd better answer that lunchtime call. Storm's moving in. It's like some kind of bad television plotline. Smalltown's girl went to work at one of those "bad" noraebangs last night. And after all the shit we get just for having dinner together. So. Even though it's a fucking Tuesday, he's due over with a couple of bottles of soju to hash it all out tonight. Lovely. This is sure to get messy.
Other than that, a boatload of stuff. But I'm not going to tell it to you.
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In my foolish, uncultured opinion... it's not what you do in the good times, but what you do in the stormy times that show how you really feel about a homeland (adopted or otherwise). I admire the stones your stance takes :3
Not that I'd expect there to be a war with so much for both sides to lose! Of course, I would have said the same thing if I had been around to be asked in July 1914...
Good luck with any messiness.
We can hole up together to watch the fireworks kiddo, I'm not going anywhere.
If war breaks out I'm going to come back and play both sides for chumps. And then I'm going to take my ill gotten war profiteering gains and open up a bar in Vietnam. Or maybe a Nike factory.
Also, don't die.
Nathan -- Foolish and uncultured, I don't think so. And I don't think anything's coming. But if it is, I'm not kidding -- I'll ride out for as long as I can.
Whiskey -- You'd make a good bunkermate. Just so long as I'm allowed to eat Mexican food (with cheese) some of the time (???).
Mags -- Comrade. It wouldn't be a proper war without you.
The magpie is a harbinger of war. So it's not official until I'm hanging around, flapping my wings all about.
Which -- let's face it -- is what you're good at.
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