Chapter 3: "Stupid Pills Taste Good with Paint Chips"

I swear, I don't think I can do a thing right so far. It's like teaching is a break, and the hard part comes when it's time to switch classes. I write everything down, because I don't remember any of it, but every time I have to ask a question I feel like someone has already told me the answer.

There are some kids who are really smart and work super-fast, and then I feel bad for holding them back when they just want to work ahead. But it is a kindergarten book, anyways. The teacher offered to give the kids the Stick if I had a problem, but I think I will probably have to really want revenge on a child before I'd voluntarily put them up for that ;_;

On the bright side, today I successfully ordered take-out in Korean. I was feeling very daring, but it wasn't difficult at all, turns out. This is what I ordered:

This is pickled radish, kimchi,
and...some sort of seaweed/lettuce
dish. Dunno, sometimes you just can't
tell with these things.

This is Bi Bim Bop. It's delicious.
It has a fried egg, and carrots, and
radish, and seaweed, and bean sprouts, and cabbage, and some things I'm not sure about...With hot rice and chili sauce underneath. It's pretty much awesome.

This is...well, I don't know what this is.
It's soup, doesn't taste like anything, and
it looks to have some sort of leafy thing
in the bottom, which i didn't eat.

I'm beginning to doubt my Korean "thank you." I haven't heard anyone say it in a while, and it makes me wonder if I haven't switched around a couple of the syllables...

Shop-keeper: Have a nice day!
Me: My boogers wear pants!
Shop-keeper: ...