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26 Nov

Friday is treating me well,  my friends.

I wake up (after a long Thanksgiving night filled with BBQ and cognac) to an email inbox full of messages from my mom and older sister asking me when I plan to log on Skype so the family to see me during their Thanksgiving festivities in Savannah GA. I barely manage to pull myself out of bed and wipe the crusties from my eyes before I’m flipping open the computer to see my entire family dressed in their Sunday’s best, huddled over the computer on the other end. The perfect way to start any day in my opinion. It was just what I needed.

Work proved to be interesting as well.

I’m not prepared for the lesson, my third grade hell spawns are acting more uncivilized than usual, and my co-teacher falls ill during the third period, but it wasn’t enough to send the day into a tailspin.


During my second period class, one of my students–we’ll call him Sammy Snickers–jumps up and begs to be excused to the bathroom. I’m usually reluctant to make such concessions for my third graders because instead of using the toilet, they tend to plaster the bathroom walls with wet toilet paper wads (not that I’m particularly mad at them for doing it. It just pisses me off because I can’t join in).

My Co-teacher allows Sammy to go to the bathroom and he hobbles out of the class looking like he’s about to do(o) some serious damage in the little boys room. 15 minutes pass and right when I think to go looking for him, he slides open the classroom door and scurries back to his desk holding something behind his back under his shirt. I walk over to him planning to have him turn over whatever treasures he’s acquired during his recent trip, then I notice that what he’s holding is actually his underwear. Turns out Sammy had an accident and didn’t get all of his snickers in the toilet. He stuffs his doody undies down the sleeve of his jacket and I return to the front of the class trying my hardest not to crack up laughing while my co-teacher is explaining a worksheet to the other students. I decided not to share the incident with her. It’s bad enough poor Sammy had to go commando for the rest of the day, no need to further embarrass him. Needless to say, for the remainder of my classes (and really the rest of the day), the thought of it made me chuckle a bit. Poor kid. 

So my co-teacher has gone home sick and I now sit at my desk happily listening to tunes on Youtube whilst writing this post.

The plan tonight?

Das Racist is performing in Kyungsung and I’m thinking the perfect way to cap off a great Friday will be to knock back some beers and let the dreads swing. That is, after enjoying some dwaeji galbi with some of the fellas. It’s going to be a good night indeed.

The sun is setting, and I’m smiling and welcoming the weekend with open arms.

Happy Friday, friends. Enjoy the track.


Kimchi Dreadlocks



25 Nov
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This morning my alarm fails to go off but I jolt awake anyways and sit up in a haze of confusion.  True, my dreams were crazy as all hell, and for whatever reason I slept with the window open, causing a cold breeze to sweep through my apartment, but this still doesn’t account for my sudden rise from REM.

Could it be that my body was waking me to get first dibs on the expected aroma of turkey and yams that paint the air of my moms house on Thanksgiving? Possibly, but as it turns out, I still live in Korea.

Earlier in the week, while haphazardly attempting  to make plans with other Americans for the holiday, I pictured myself spending Thanksgiving with an overpriced bottle of Hennessy, and a nice turkey sandwich. Back in the states my family is converging on Savannah, GA and I get pissed when I think about all the good food I’m about to miss out on. Sure I could have made reservations and spent the dough to eat a traditional Thanksgiving dinner here in Busan, but it wouldn’t have been the same, or even comparable.

Two days ago Kim Jong Il decides to show his ass again and makes it rain artillery on the south, yesterday I just about loose it over the lack of plans I have for turkey day and today I spend the morning hunched over in a chair  giving speaking tests to my 6th graders. Until about an hour ago I felt there was very little to give thanks for.

Then I read a comforting Thanksgiving post by a fellow Busanite blogger and suddenly my shitty perspective on spending the holiday abroad comes correct.

I’m not back home where a blizzard is raging, there are still plenty of trees in my neighborhood with leaves on them, I get paid today, I found the heat switch for my office, Das Racist is playing in Busan tomorrow, The pimple on my forehead is going away, one of my worst students aced her speaking test, SOMEBODY actually reads this blog, I’m going to Thailand after I finish my winter English camp (which is already “planned”), my family isn’t bothering me to come home in light of the recent northern agression, I’m still having a blast in this strange country (with plenty of new friends scattered about the peninsula),  I’ve kicked writer’s block for the time being, I haven’t been called a nigger by a Korean (at least in English), Sarah Palin is still saying dumb-ass shit in the media, I know how to moonwalk, the Vikings finally fired Brad “what-the-fuck-kind-of play-call-was-that” Childress, a Canadian wished me happy Thanksgiving, my co-teacher didn’t ask me tell the “story” of the first Thanksgiving, slavery is abolished in the states, my students finally learned the (not so) secret handshake I’ve been trying to teach them for months, and lastly, later tonight  I’m meeting up with a bunch of other American Busanites who failed to make “proper” Thanksgiving arrangements. We’ll spend the holiday however we damn well please.

No, it doesn’t exactly feel like Thanksgiving, but I have plenty to give thanks for.


Kimchi Dreadlocks

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