Mexican Night!

Ok so I must be tired, it took me like 3 tries to spell mexican right. I swear I'm dyslexic sometimes. I thought I had it straight on the second try but it said "mecixan" and it took my brain way too long to figure out why that was wrong...



Anyway. I was pleasantly surprised today with a last minute invite to eat Mexican at a friend's house with my coteachers and their friends. The food was delicious followed off with a million flavors of ice cream. Mmmm... Between the chocolates stashed in my desk, the candies the kids give me as presents all day, and the donuts someone brought at lunch (not to mention the deadly pastries for Paris Baguette that I managed to avoid today for a change) I'm probably going to get sugar shock one of these days.

As the days wear on I am seeing more and more I really enjoy my classes with the older kids the most. There is one class that is just 3 girls of about 11 or 12. One has been little miss actress the last couple days because I've had them make fake menus and stores and act out being the shop keepers and such. She was very enthusiastic, and it helped the other 2 get involved. I wish my other classes could be so easy. In this same class I had to explain what a real notebook was. Apparently that is a borrowed word they use for laptops here in Korea. I had to explain several times that we call them that too but the name came from a notebook, a book for notes and does not automatically mean a laptop. LOL.

I'm starting to have to get meaner to keep the kids in line and I don't want to be mean. But not to worry, "mean" for me is still too nice. I gotta toughen up. So far threats of extra homework work somewhat with the older kids.

Ah kids...


The taxi driver this morning spoke English very well and it kind of caught me off guard. He turned around and said "you can speak English to me". I never bother to ask because so far none have spoken English but he made me feel a little sheepish for not asking. Oh well. I didn't realize until that moment though how its kind of a relief to not speak the language! Once I knew the guy spoke English and he asked where I was from I was on edge the whole ride thinking I'd have to make more conversation! I don't know why, its not that I minded at all. Guess I'm just weird... :)