After a child was outed for being on the wrong page AND the wrong paragraph of the story, Max turns to him and asks,
“Ben, what world are you in?”
It’s a beautiful day in Pohang. I’ve done a little shopping, and I’m returning home to prepare for work. As I approach the keypad to my apartment, I’m greeted by a sign. I am cannot read Korean well, but I see some pictures, so I’m sure that I can figure it out. Uh, yeah.
And here’s a better shot of that cartoon.
Whaaaaat? Here’s what’s running through my mind:
Don’t pluck chickens?
Don’t paint chickens and then hold up magnifying glass to their skin?
Chickens will turn into evil chicken monsters if you look at them too closely?
At this point, I’m panicking. I don’t know what I’ve done to the chickens in my apartment, but I’m certain that the South Korean authorities don’t approve.
I took this photo to my school where my Korean co-worker read the sign and informed me that on Thursday, I’ll have an inspector from the gas company come to apartment to inspect the gas line.
Yeah, that was my very next guess.
I’m back from Winter Intensives and here’s what I’ve learned:
- I have a new appreciation for ANYBODY who works a 12 hour shift doing anything. Fighting fires, sewing shirts, & especially teaching children.
- These children are strange, creative, witty, weird creatures.
- And most importantly..I work with some really great people. We dug in our heels, cursed under our breath. We did not scar any kids for life. We survived.
Here’s are a few shots from the month…
I collected these for a week. This was my starting line up to get through the day. Espresso is a friend.
My beautifully organized desk.
Group picture on our last day. FAREWELL.