The Last Days

This is my last full week in Korea, and my last week working. I'm a bit of chronic quitter by experience so I was surprised when I started to feel sad at the thought of leaving these kids. Some of them were too tired to care that they wouldn't be seeing me anymore, some of them brought me gifts of all sorts and some of them who had barely ever looked me in the eye suddenly seemed strangely and overly curious about me.
I'm sorry to myself for not writing in this regularly( I'm such a such a quitter, i swear )

My baby girl Julie and I said goodbye yesterday.
We had never had a real lesson, ever. I introduced her to Frank Sinatra and she now knows the Thriller dance by heart. I taught her how to say "sit on the beach" properly and I told her exactly word-for-word what to tell that guy who gets on her last nerve at a bar someday.. She in turn taught me how to make a quadruple chin, where to buy the cheapest soda in town and she made me the first person ever to learn her special language
Apparently..."Sa-so" means 25% "So-so" means 50% "So-sa" means 75% and "Sa-Sa"means 98%. This was how Julie rated her friends, and lucky for me.. her teachers. "Teacher you are Sa-sa" "What?!" I would exaggerate and beg to be liked 100%. No avail.



We went to a mini amusement park at Children's Grand Park in Seoul as our goodbye party and when we were flying around and around on the musical chairs kicking our legs and making faces at the flabbergasted Koreans below she shouted out "I love Gloria 100%!!!!" at the top of her lungs. Such a Kodak moment.

##I gave in. I proudly fell off the wagon and am again chain-chewing my way through 2 packs of mint gum a day. Bite me.


To do this week:
pack
pack
pack
overcome my fear of packing
and then pack some more.

8 days and trying not to count...