the sit at the bus stop while I wait for my bus. And they gossip. They will occasionally talk to me and when I answer in Korean. They study me perplexed and go contentedly back to gossiping.
my back is hurting because one of my worst students came barreling into class and the door cracked me right in the back. I finally let him have it in Korean. The class froze with the suddeness of unexpected thunder.
a remade my decision to thrive today.
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