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.