I hover near the student whose turn is next. She, unaware of her turn, has scratched a scab on her arm and is blotting the blood on the piece of paper I have given her; sticks it in her desk.
Sonsengnim explains why he did not eat in the cafeteria today. “Our 식탕: not delicious. Yesterday, I self-fire. Eat.” He and another teacher are dieting in the back of the gyomoshil. Well-being food. I have been invited to diet tomorrow. So I must bring a brick of tofu.