Wednesday, May 28, 2008

The Only Time I Regret Not Having a Car Anymore

It has been raining all day long, which is not the most welcoming thing to ride a bike to school in. This morning I got completely soaked getting to school. Cate took one look at me and burst out laughing. Then concern clouded her laughter when she recalled that I still have that cold/sinus infection/whatever-the-heck-it-is. She immediately grabbed a towel for me, which I greatly appreciated. After drying off a bit in the two hours of kindergarten, I then had to go back out and get re-drenched! It was the first time since leaving the USA that I have missed owning a car.

For the afternoon classes, I carried an umbrella while riding my bike. I still got a bit wet, although not nearly as much, and I had the added benefit of amusing several Koreans. I like to do my part to brighten my corner...

For the enjoyment of my readers, here are some of the latest cute quotes from the kids:

Me: "How are you today?"
David: "I am hot and smelly!"

(During a discussion about occupations)
Me: "If your father is driving too fast in his car, who does he get into trouble with?"
Jake: "My mother."

Me: "What shape is this?" (pointing to a circle)
Harry: "Fat!"

Me: "What does a zookeeper do?"
Sam: "Eats the animals."

Me: "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
Evan: "Lee Myung-Bak [current president of South Korea]."
Me: "You mean president?"
Evan: "Yes"
Leon: "Teacher, I go to USA if Evan president!"

Me: "What is something that is juicy?"
Leon: "Cognac"

Me: "Is it still raining outside?"
Toby: "No, Teacher, cloud is spitting."

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