I was home for a month vacation recently and one of my sisters was joking that I need to move back home, at least to the states. Everyone was throwing in their own ideas as to where I should live. My mom piped in and pointed out what should be obvious by now, that I probably don't want to live in America. Each time I come home now, I feel like things are just the same and I'm oh so not. If I do go home eventually to live, it'll have to be somewhere with lots of different people and cultures all around. I like where I'm at now though, so I wouldn't expect a change any time soon.

I got back to school this past week and today is the first day since being home that I haven't felt like I have a thousand things to do. I had 3 twelve hour days this past week because Clinton has been on vacation. It was strange coming back to the apartment without him. He's getting back sometime tonight. It'll be good to see him after 5 weeks, not just to talk, but to get back to my normal schedule at school.

School was hard this week, but I can tell the time away has been good to me. Even working so many hours, I enjoyed myself everyday. Not that I wasn't before, but I was definitely in need of a break. The only down side, besides extra classes, was having to tell kids from 4 of my classes that I wasn't going to be their teacher anymore. Up until Friday many of them were still complaining. You see, Agnes changed my schedule around a bit because of another foreign teaching leaving and because of that I had to give of some of my classes to another teacher as well. On the up side, Nora should actually be gone sometime this summer. Agnes asked me a couple times this week about if a friend of Clinton and I could come. He hasn't made up his mind yet, but either way, we're going to get rid of the wench soon enough.

Funny thing happened this past Friday. I was teaching one of my new middle school classes. Because it was Friday and I was tired, we were playing UP WORDS, a game similar to scrabble. I gave them a couple dictionaries to help with spelling. Anyhow, at one point in class, I turned around and saw most of the boys pointing at one of the books. They couldn't have been looking (it was an english to korean dicionary), but somehow they had come across the word for "penis". After getting caught, they were all cracking up, turning cherry red. All I could really do though, was just stand their laughing myself as well.