Interesting...

My third week of school. This week was exam week for my students, so I was told that on Monday I would have class, and the rest of the week, I would proctor (stand in the back of a classroom) exams during the morning and could leave in the afternoon.
On Tuesday, Travis and I went to play soccer with the other "white people." (as Chelsea would say) Anyone that knows me knows that my athletic skills are well missing, lacking, unaccounted for, nowhere to be found, I think you get the gist. SO I watched "pretty athletic" Travis play with the other white people. Most of them are from Canada and a few are other places possibly Australia or Europe.
On Thursday, I was invited to an English teachers dinner. I was excited to get to talk with my fellow English teachers. Oh my disappointment, the entire lunch conversation was in Korean with the exception of the man sitting next to me making occasional conversation. I tried not to be upset, because its not like I EXPECT them to speak English just because I do. But one would assume (yes I know that makes an ass out of you and me) that some English conversation would occur. It is interesting (and by interesting I mean hypocrytical), because they expect the students to be willing to practice their English; however, they had a golden opportunity to practice in a small group and did not take the opportunity. My conversation with the male teacher was "interesting" (this does not mean hypocrytical I do not even know what this interesting really means) He said I must join the gym and work out with him every day. Thanks pal but I have been running :) And that I also must hike with him, because the mountain I hike on is for babies. Lets be honest, he may not have said "for babies" but the translation was clear! Korean culture would dictate that I take all this in stride, because I am both a woman and much younger than him. I tried I really did, but some comment was going to impulsively come out at some point. So after dinner, I was told that I would need to ride "on" his car to my apartment. ( I had rode with ladies on the way to the restaurant) So I put on my sweetest smile and said "Could I please ride in your car, or must I ride on it?" I plead not responsible for my actions due to genetics and will attribute my sarcasm to my Grandpa Donald. During the car ride home, the prnicipal (who speaks no English) instructed the male teacher to ask me.......will it be something insightful, profound, philosophical, or possibly(a tribute to Linny Lou and the Ringer) earth shattering? Is your hair color natural? Yes it is, and thank you for realy wanting to know the real me ;)
On Friday, I was told about an hour before afternoon classes that we would in fact be having afternoon classes, so I whipped together a lesson. Let's just say the Education Dept at Franklin College would not have been proud of that one :)