Monday 3 September 2007

I'm putting $20 on N.K attacking before I leave

I have had the most ridiculously unlucky (bad) week and a half, it can't be coincidence, I think a higher power is trying to get me out of this godforsaken country ASAP.
Sunday 26: Had my first skateboarding spill, quite a nice one in fact, Still got a nice big bruise on my hip, couldn't sleep on my side til Friday, I also got a couple of other bangs and two very sore palms.

Wednesday 29: Came off my bike, leaving some nice open wounds and loss of feeling in three toes, which as of today (Monday) i have still not recovered.
: Got someone in to fix my AC which was leaking ridiculously, came home, my gas was off (coincidentally, as of today, it leaks more than it did before.


Sunday 2: I went to Agpujeong and spent 3 hours wandering around in light rain trying to find a specific pancake house.
Eventually gave up, due to complete frustration at myself and Korea in general. I'm a guy I'm supposed to be the navigator, but I failed in my duties.
Got home decided to make pancakes and managed to get the cocoa bag caught in the cupboard door, went absolutely everywhere, I realised some went in the washing machine just in time.
Oona also whilst in my apt stood on her glasses.
Today, Monday 3: Got to school, my 9 student Winnies D which I'd finally got just right (as in on Friday, my classroom was finally fully-stocked and looking pretty, and the kids and me finally had a great dynamic) has grown to 12, don't get me wrong these kids aren't bad, but you trying to keep track of 12 kids at once, eyes on them, ears on them, giving each the right amount of attention/affection. Again don't get me wrong I wasn't perfect, but there was some love and respect in my classroom. I had trained up my brain to count to nine nice and easily.
I just don't think I can stretch to 12, particularly in affections, I've had my kids for 6 months now, my originals are gonna be losing out and the new ones just arent gonna get the attention they need. All in all I don't want 12, I was happy with 9 (which was the largest kindy class anyway). Lets see how it goes.
Anyway, shitty day at work.
Came home broke another glass (that's three in 2 weeks) and realized maybe the FSM is trying to tell me something.
Or I've just had an incredibly bad week and just need to vent/whinge

2 comments:

Sam said...

Sounds all too familiar. Maybe there's something in the air...

Anonymous said...

And life is brilliant as usual I see... glad you are still alive! Can you explain the picture?

Love ya Sally