Some woman who gave a very inspirational speech has ruined my life. Sonsengnim will rejoin me in class, I think, on Monday.
It has become somewhat of a habit to listen to my weekly podcast of Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me… on the bus ride home from the city late at night. Someone had graffittied the back of a seat with the word “Soap.” By late at night I mean, on the last bus, by which I mean, 9pm. I should perahps stop listening to funny things or risk becoming that crazy foreigner who laughs to herself. I contained myself fairly well until the last joke and then the high school girls across the aisle looked at me.
As I’m walking home from “down town” I think to myself, it’s 10pm on Friday night. Why is the stationery store still open? Also, I wish that Little Dog was my dog. So that I could bathe her. As it is, I have to wash my hands *as soon* as I get home. She sleeps on gravel.
There was just a little jasmine tea left for me to enjoy with the host fam, while they tried to find a Konglish word in the dictionary that would explain why ajumas on TV were sitting in bath tubs of black stuff being scrubbed by other ladies. I don’t know what English (or other language) “ah-toh-pee” comes from, but I looked up “exfoliate” and my host mother said “oh, yes.”