my favorite student moved to seoul. he wrote hilarious essays which he always signed "peter kim, 3rd grader." he is a brilliant genius. this e-mail, which i received today, serves as a memorial to his greatness...Dear ashley ( Read more... )

last night i went out for dinner with jase and his two co-workers, one korean, one kiwi. they got samgapsa, which is the fattiest bacon i've ever seen, grilled in front of you. it makes me want to die. how anyone can enjoy meat that doesn't want to be chewed it beyond my powers of comprehension. but it comes with onions and garlic and mushrooms, ( Read more... )

last night in a blaze of glory, jase and i discovered the secret to making korean Snickers bars palatable. one would think that a homogenized product such as a Snickers bar would taste the same from one country to the next. Coke tastes the same here, as do Pringles, McDonalds, Burger King and KFC. (i'm ashamed i know this from experience) but ( Read more... )

this morning i woke up from a fitful sleep full of bizarre dreams (i am 24, sitting in a bathroom stall crying because the full magnitude of having a child hit me right after i had one. i think i have made a mistake and i cry and cry. then i am walking down the street, counseling a 12 year old girl with a lot of makeup on to not let boys take ( Read more... )

i just came into the computer room to snag a few more precious minutes of internet before i have to leave the safe haven that is the Kindergarten section of our school and go upstairs to the land of unheated bathrooms that never have toilet paper known as Elementary. i sat down at a computer, saying hello to julia, one of the korean teachers, who ( Read more... )

i've been listening to the strokes a lot, in a futile but ardent attempt to psyche myself up about being alive and who i am and have been in this world. i will say that i don't care who knows it, i still think "is this it?" is one of the best rock albums of the last five years. seriously, it's danceable and hilarious and sad and i don't give a fuck ( Read more... )

Aries

If you get overtaken by a cleaning frenzy, maybe it's a reflection of your inner state. Consider it an emotional outlet, and tell your significant other to stand clear of the momentary whirlwind.

when i was growing up, my mom would clean the house with a fervor and a passion that i could never understand. things i considered harmless and friendly such as dust bunnies and unmade beds had the power to reduce her to a yelling mess, all big eyes and empty threats. when i was growing up, the dishes were always done immediately after a meal. the ( Read more... )

i live for mail from america. whenever i get a package or a letter, i just want to throw everyone out of the teachers' room and tear into it greedily, then cry on the floor in the fetal position ( Read more... )

you'd think for a girl who writes the date on a whiteboard 6 times a day, i'd actually know what the fuck day it was but you'd be wrong ( Read more... )