Don't forget your floss.

Have you ever looked in the mirror and thought, "I look decent today," then smile and notice you have some big green piece of something in between your two front teeth? Well, that happed to me today and that's the type of day I pretty much had.

Thought the kids would be good, and they were... until the last 10 minutes of class or until the next class. Thought I'd be warm enough with two long sleeve shirts and a medium jacket, and I was... until I left work and froze my butt off. Thought maybe I was rid of my cold, and I was.... until my nose started running again and I started sneezing again. Thought maybe I'd wake up and not feel like I'm missing something important, and I did.... but it's back.

Oh well. I guess we need those types of days every now and then. Basically I'm writing this post to let people thinking about coming here know it's not always going to be easy. Most of the time it's pretty cool though, but there will be days where you have something green stuck in your teeth and nobody tells you.

I am quite surprised none of the munchkins told me about the green thing in my teeth. They are normally so... honest.

Drunkard.

I did, however, witness the first scary man I've seen yet coming home on the subway today. At first I was convinced he was crazy, but the more I thought about it I decided he was probably drunk. Anyway, it was like a movie scene.

I walk close to the door of the subway as it pulls up and see a man heading my way talking. I figure he's (let's just call him Bob, for the sake of the story) talking to the man in front of me, since I obviously have no idea what he's saying. The man in front of me looks at Bob like he's crazy as we all board the subway, and then Bob starts saying what sounds to me like a hex or something. The subway is jam packed, but people start moving away from him and trying to stand as far away as possible. I decided since I'm short and only have two stops to go, standing behing a random slightly taller man near the door was my best bet. Anyway, Bob starts just talking...to no one in particular and then he starts singing while leaning against one of the railings on the seats.

The subway gets to Mok dong, and everyone gets off the subway who is standing except me and Bob. So, luckily, he could tell I had no idea what the hell he was saying so he kept singing and kind of just looked at me. I stood close to the door looking at signs I obviously couldn't read.

Anyway, I was happy that Bob stayed on the subway at my stop. He was pretty creepy... and I'm sticking with drunk. Crazy people don't normally hex then sing, I don't think... I'm pretty sure a crazy hexer would go find someone else who understood him to bother. I could be wrong.

That's my story.

I'm tired. Not much else really going on. It's a busy week at school. Almost Thanksgiving! Not that that really has anything to do with being busy seeing as how Koreans don't celebrate Thanksgiving. Haha.

Eh, I don't have the motivation to look for a quote tonight, just wanted to tell you all about Bob. =) Next time I'll do two to make up for it.