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Eating Crow and Other Plans for the Weekend

The new bell at our school sound a bit like something right out of an insane asylum. Fitting, I guess since all the teachers continue to 'go crazy' with our new schedule.

I did take my own advice and tried the 'quiet voice' in the classrom.

PEOPLE - I could not have been more shocked as it worked. IT ACTUALLY WORKED!

The little human beings actually lowered their voices to hear me. They had no clue what I was saying, but at least they were having no clue..QUIETLY.

The week has progressed to Friday, which I can say I am truly happy about. 'Planning A' has come out again and my weekend is meant to be filled with shopping (G-town-style), culture (art-gallery-sytle) and some hiking (Korean-style).

D is off to be a boy and watch the Korea-Uraguay soccer/football match in Seoul and I will be celebrating another waegook's birthday with a curry in Busan.

I have managed to find some time this week to read a few of my favorite bloggers and came across this post by the Crazy Aunt.

I found it really touching to read about kindness from the internet. I've been thinking a lot about this medium, what its purpose is, what people can learn or gain from it and this kinda has pushed some of my cynicism aside.

Global village and all that. Makes me feel a bit closer to home even though I'm halfway around the world.


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