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Week 2- Y4(Mar 23rd to Mar 29th) |
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Monday:
Still sick, still feeling terrible, maybe worse
actually! Today I was supposed to teach the sister of
Su (my crappy ajumma student), but she called me 5
minutes after our scheduled lesson time, and said that
she had to cancel! Where does one get the nerve to
cancel a lesson 5 minutes after it's supposed to
begin?! Don't people have any manners in this nation?
In any case, it turned out to be a blessing in
disguise, because a) I didn't feel like teaching
another "Su", especially not today and b) turns out
that there's absolutely no available classrooms on
Mondays until 5pm, so I had nowhere to teach her
anyway! And since all of my Friday slots are filled,
and I'm not willing to give up my Thursdays off, looks
like I won't be able to teach her at all! Oh no, too
bad!
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Wednesday:
It's MT trip time again! I spent the whole afternoon
lazing around, because I thought that I was going up
with Chang Hyun and Kenji at 10pm. But Chang Hyun
called me at 5:30 and said we're leaving at 6pm! Ah!
I had to basically throw a bunch of stuff in a
backpack and run out the door. Young Joon drove us an
hour and a half out of Seoul to Yangji Pine Resort,
the same place as last year. It's a ski resort during
the winter, and a resort during the the off season.
We stopped to have dinner at a sundubu restaurant,
which served spicy uncurdled tofu soup (sounds gross
but it's actually delicious), and then Ji Hye set us
up in the teacher's room with beer and snacks. We
were the first ones there, but before long, the room
was packed with teachers and alcohol and food. I'm
still pretty sick, so I was drinking very little and
trying to be sneaky about it! (The trouble with MT
trips is that it's quite the art form to drink enough
to appease your boss, but not enough to look stupid in
front of your students!) After awhile, Kenji and I
went around to the student rooms to say hi to our
students, and get showered with attention and food and
drinks. In the more fun rooms, we played silly little
drinking games with the students. By this point it
wasn't really all that late, but Young Joon was too
drunk to drive back to Seoul like we had planned. So
I ended up staying the night in my own fancy hotel
room (since I'm the only female!) that was decorated
in a hilariously mod seventies style.
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Thursday:
We drove back to Seoul around noon, and then I spent
the rest of the day lying around and being purely
lazy. I'm SO exhausted, and I really don't care that
I have a lot of work to do . . .
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Friday:
Today, after teaching, Garan met me at my school for
his first hands on jazz lesson (ie with instruments).
Afterwards, we rushed over to Bamboo Wife practise.
Bamboo Wife is on its last legs-- Garan and I have
basically decided to give it one more try, but if this
show doesn't work out, then we're out. I don't think
it even necessarily has anything to do with
differences in abilities, I think it's more of a
chemistry thing. In other words, Bamboo Wife doesn't
have any. Anyway, we've committed to do a set in a
Rolling Stones tribute show at the beginning of May,
so depending on how that goes, it may or may not be
the last show. We started in our Stones tunes tonight
and it went okay. We made some firm decisions on the
arrangements, and that was that.
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Saturday:
I slept in pretty late this afternoon, and when I came
out of the shower, I found Mark Baker sitting in my
kitchen in front of a mirror with Summer standing
behind him, razor in hand! Mark has always had
longish very curly hair (kind of like mine actually)
and he shocked everyone last week by cutting it all
off. Somehow he and Summer had decided that it would
look even better as a mohawk( or "fauxhawk" if you
will) . . . and they were right! The kind of side
reason for the change? Mark has been pretty down
lately-- his band St John the Gambler (which has been
pretty popular among Seoul expats, and which Garan is
also a member of) has recently come to a grinding
halt-- the violinist up and quit unceremoniously
without any notice at all, thus screwing them over for
future shows and for the recording that they were
going to do. It's a sad end to a good band.
After salsa class tonight, I headed over to Caliente
for more dancing-- I really miss being at the studio a
lot! I really need to find a new salsa partner . . .
and I potentially met one tonight! Dary is a tall
dark and incredibly attractive Puerto Rican guy who's
never been trained, but obviously knows his way around
a dance floor! I certainly had no problem letting him
monopolize me on the dance floor, and I most certainly
had no problem exchanging phone numbers with him at
the end of the night!
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