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No Sleeping, Just Teaching

Well, it has been a busy week for the A-D team. We are now covering all of the morning classes as the two other foreign teachers have left.

We will be paid overtime, although I'm not sure it will do us any good if we are dead from exhaustion by the end of the month, which is when we're being told we will have new teachers.

There are many more thing that have taken up the week but it's not appropriate to go on and on about it here, at least not until we have new teachers in the school.

The snakes have shed their skins and we're are being treated pretty much like gold, as anyone who can read between the lines can imagine.

Without us at this stage, there really isn't anything 'foreign' about the hogwan.

We're hoping to also push for a full week off in October as opposed to the Tuesday, Thursday Friday that we were supposed to get off for the Korean Thanksgiving, Chusok.

I think we'll need it after the next couple of weeks.

To top it off, the strange hayfever-ragweed-grass-allergy thing that I seem to get EVERY SEPTEMBER no matter what country I'm in is hitting me now. My sinuses feel like there are screws in them and my head is in a ...what are those things called that you crank and crank to make smaller? We used to use them in wood shop? To hold our crappy ash trays or wooden bowls or whatever? My brain is mush.

Still have breaks tomorrow so hopefully will be able to come up with something a bit more interesting.

Life's just a bit swirly right now. I feel like I'm never going to stop saying that.

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