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Is there anyone in Korea who knows how to flush a toilet?

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After much preparation, we're all set for what our Korean manager is calling 'Memory Pen' days - a Thursday Friday extravaganza - which, after it was finally translated from the calendar for me, essentially means get the kids to highlight important parts from the book over the past month. Sorted

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If we teach at an English school, why are all the notes on the large board calendar in Korean?

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My legs should be hurting more. I went to the gym on Tuesday and they are just..not..aching..ENOUGH!...although, my foot, perhaps is doing all the aching for them

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How many flashcards CAN I find, download and print? And how long can I allow them to sit on my desk, waiting for me to laminate (YES YES I GET TO LAMINATE!! SEE THIS TEACHER THING DOES HAVE PERKS!!) until eventually, I just start using them as scrap paper

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oh my god oh my god oh my god this time next week I'll be home!!

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oh my god oh my god oh my god how the HELL am I going to come back?

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Could I get an extra waegook baggage allowance just so I can bring back all the things I want to last me and D for the next 5 months?

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oh my god oh my god oh my god what ARE we going to do after our 5 months is up..

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And there it is. The bell tolling, tearing me from my own thoughts. Never thought I'd be happy to hear that sound.

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kimbirdy said…
You are so awesome...I can just picture you saying all of those things. Will miss you love!

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