Today was one of those days (or- Hi, It’s been a while.)

Today was a day that made me wish I could go home early.

For those of you who don’t know, I’m currently on contract teaching English in Geumsan, South Korea: land of kimchi, and staring at the redhead of the town as if maybe she has kimchi sprouting out of her ears. And today I feel like dipping out of that contract 9 months early and running with my tail between my legs (first I have kimchi ear growth, now I have a tail, the side effects of moving across the globe are not to be trifled with…)

It’s not like anything unusual happened today. I had to teach my 5th and 6th graders for two periods of Afterschool instead of one, and although they were rowdy they weren’t horrible. All of my classes went fine (even my 1st and 2nd graders, aka the Demon Spawn Collective). And I took the bus home, rather than my usual carpool because the carpool guy is out of town. All of that was fine. I got home and finished the audiobook for Helen Fielding’s Bridget Jones, which I only realized maybe 80% of the way through was not actually a reread for me– I’ve seen the movie maybe 10 times a year since I was in middle school, but never read the book. I am very partial to the movie, but the book was hilarious in its own way. (Much less Daniel Cleaver and Mark Darcy fighting in ponds, and much more Bridget’s mom running off with a Portuguese fraudmongerer.)

6976782f80b4569315627f86be2b29e0(I cannot for the life of me think of a word for ‘sells fake timeshares’ than ‘fraudmongerer’ please let me know what it is, a few minutes of Google searching just proved to me how little I know about fraud mongering. )

Afterwards, I started reading Terry Pratchett’s Guards, Guards!, my first Discworld book (I’m loving it so far.) I was so exhausted, and reading in bed, so I set my alarm for a 30 minute nap, after which I basically just gave up and slept until 11:30. And now here we are.


But man, I’m down. I don’t even know why, though I suspect it may be my fast-approaching PMS or possibly just general malaise.


I think I will start this blog up again because A) it’s absurd that I haven’t been blogging until now, and B) I want to move back home in September, and I have to figure out what exactly I’m going to *do* when I go home. The job prospects look just as bleak as when I left, only now I will have a year of living abroad on my resume, which I’ve been told is impressive but doesn’t make up for experience.

Yep, you heard that (B) right. All of that “maybe I’ll stay here for years, maybe I’ll never go home” joy lasted all of 4 months. My contract has 9 more months in it. Perhaps I’ll change my mind in the time it takes to incubate a baby, but I doubt it.

That’s only a reference to it being 9 months, believe me I’d have to have some semblance of a sex life to be in danger of any literal baby incubating, thank god. (Well, thank god for no baby, but– oh whatever, you know what I mean.)

I really want to start a Youtube channel. Have I said that before? Yes, I have, maybe 1000 times, give or take 1 million. The only thing stopping me at the moment is the lack of storage space on my phone, which renders my phone basically useless for recording video.

That, and my crushing sense of self-doubt. Just those two things.


Ahh well. This was a cheerful post! Good job me! Keep it up!

2 thoughts on “Today was one of those days (or- Hi, It’s been a while.)

  1. Whitney Dupuis Photography

    I am sorry you had a sucky day, and we would love to have you home. But stick to it and before you know it, we will be picking you up from the airport. There is a certain little five year old that is dying to see his Aunt Weatherly. And ok maybe I am dying to see you too. I love you.

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