Everyday things

Every morning I do the same thing. I check my e-mails, call my boyfriend, check on my parents (if they are online=they are home=they get called), eat my breakfast cereal (my students say that it is poison for my body coincidentally so does my boyfriend), check FB (who doesn't?), and shower. Once I leave the apartment I pass our trash man/guard who is always sifting through the trash or watching outside his little guard booth at the comings and goings of our neighbors. This little old man always gives me a beady little stare and never cracks a smile or waves back. I always greet him with a "Hello" in Korean but nothin' not even a head nod. I'm gonna make him greet me back one day. It's a promise.

The walk to the new school is mostly uphill. Not fun to walk but I swear that my legs are getting more muscle-ier (I don't think that's a word but who cares? It's my blog so I will spell whichever way I want... Even though I am an English teacher so...). They look much better now than they ever did. Of course I arrive at the school sweaty and completely winded but who cares? My legs look great so that is a small price to pay.

The landlord of the building (that the school is in) is bankrupt. There are many empty office spaces. The bathrooms are foul. The toilets have brownish/black water in them. It is beyond a doubt disgusting! It's the type of bathroom you would imagine a murder might happen. I have taken to using the bathroom on the second floor which happens to be in front of a golf clinic. The golf clinic has men practicing their golf swings to improve their game (as if there are that many golf courses in Korea). It happens to be a co-ed bathroom so that men and women sides are separated by a foot of wall. I would be uncomfortable with this but since I've bared it all in front of complete strangers in Africa for a week I'm perfectly fine in the co-ed bathroom. Erin is not. She won't even set foot in that bathroom. Luckily she has a very large bladder. I do not.

I should also let you know that the back of the building faces a driving range. There are four levels and a green net so that the golf balls don't fly all over the place. This thing is packed day and night with men practicing their swing. The bathroom across the hall from the school faces the driving range. There are toilet to ceiling windows which means that when I peed for the first time the men saw everything and then some. Sigh.