A short break

So I haven’t written a blog in nearly eight months. I wish I had a great excuse like my days have been filled with endless hours of mediation with a Tibetan monk, long sessions of Korean language lessons that have crippled my tongue and hand and I have ingested soo much Kimchi that my kiss is permanently spicy.. HOWEVER, none are completely factual. No mediation only a spine doctor that I visit twice a week as a preventative measure to make sure my life does not mirror Quasi Moto..that bell tower guy from Paris. I do not have the patience nor desire to learn a language I will never use again…my lessons consist of some CD’s I listen to after a few glasses of wine and whiteboard lessons from my students who can’t speak English. Though I can read the characters which I am quite proud of... And lastly, kimchi, tofu and rice aside, I do need my weekly quesadilla from Pearl Jam.

So where to pick up? I suppose as a sagitarius, it is only my nature to have a scattered blog with little direction or organization. I have pages of notes of blogs I intended to write back in July and even as early as May..but what is it that has kept me from putting my fingers to the keyboard? I blame Korea. These children are slave driven. Seven hours of school sitting next to students with the same color hair, same uniform, and same eye color. BORING. Then an additional 4-6 hours of english academy, math academy, piano academy, writing academy, tae-kwon do academy and who knows what else academy. To top that, they go home to tackle several more hours of homework and go to sleep restless just to repeat the same thing the next day. So I have decided to be the antithesis of my students. A lazy teacher with no worries, no real stress, and for that matter no real job. My life here almost paralyzes me and prevents me from producing any sound thoughts. That is why I have dismissed my blog these past few months….a bit dramatic, eh?

So I guess the nature of my blog will change a bit. It will be more of a reflection on the things I have experienced and enjoyed rather than a play by play. I have scattered notes and e-mails to myself detailing stories and funny instances I want to share. I guess no time like the present. Back on the wagon I am.