I have to do training for two days, and it's an overnight-stay-at-a-compound kinda thing, so here I am with no XBox, so here I am on blogger. This is actually an "orientation" meant for new teachers and so I would be going insane from boredom if I hadn't planned accordingly and brought five books. Basically, I'm reading the whole time while people lecture other people about lesson planning and Korean culture. The food is edible, my bed is hard, my shower is very nice and there's Internet. Plus, to be fair to the organizers, they did try to make it interesting for us. It's just... six years too late for me.

Anyway, tomorrow I get to learn how to play samulnori, so it's not ALL terrible. I like samulnori. I suck at every real musical instrument although I CAN play much of Guitar Hero on hard, so this lesson may well suck for everyone else in the room.

I spent my entire Chuseok week on base. I meant to go out and do stuff, but just... didn't. Jordan and our little world are so comfortable, safe, happy, that it's easy to get sucked in and just stay and forget the real world for a while. In this case, for a week. He's leaving in either December or May and then I'll have to awaken from that nice little dream, but for now... it's nice.

A little while ago I was out at Shopping-ro and picked up a pizza to take home. As I was walking through the back alleys to my place, I heard a familiar droning sound: the mosquito man. He drives around on a scooter spraying some kind of mosquito pesticide into the air. I don't know what it is, or if it's safe to breathe, so I try to avoid it, but this isn't always possible so sometimes I have to (literally) suck it up and deal with it. But not this time. I was absolutely determined that the mosquito fucker was NOT going to spray my lovely delicious cheese pizza with his horrible pesticides, and so I ducked into a side alley to avoid him. He was spraying the entire area, going back and forth down the streets, in the same direction as I was heading, so I had to get home through this maze of alleys without being caught by the mosquito fucker. It was fun, in a way... like Pac-man in real life. I won.

Worst question of the session so far: "My light in my kitchen has burnt out. Who should I call to get it fixed?"
Second worst question: "Should I be getting paid for teaching these extra classes?"

Worst diary entry by a student, using comparitives on the subject of "My Best Friend": "She is sexyer than me."

Worst student t-shirt slogans: "Pure Fucking Canada", "Our Pussys Our Decision", "Fuck the Clock".