I just Political Compassed myself again. My results last time were -6.25, -5.47. This time I got -7.50, -6.15. I wonder if living in Korea has made me more leftist? I think being out of the closed-minded US for a while really lets you see how the world operates outside of the typical conservative box that America is stuck in.
I could say a lot more, but my positions on things are well-known and I don't want to waste the time typing them out again.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Fanta Fiasco
I broke my arm at the elbow and was out of commission for a while. It's getting better.
We were talking this evening at work about stealing and I said I feel bad about stealing things. I was quickly reminded of a 2 liter bottle of Fanta I stuffed into my pants a few weeks ago at a company party before walking out the door. I then tried to say that I meant stealing from stores, but my co-workers would have none of it, jesting at me until I left the room. Embarrassing as it was, it was simple playing around. No hard feelings.
Tomorrow is Friday. I feel like this week has rushed by. I don't really give a shit about most of my classes anymore. I only meet with my TR classes 3 more times and my MWF classes 6 more times until the end of the term on November 30. I'm ready to change things up, except with my night classes. I really want to keep them. They're my older kids, and the only ones I can say I genuinely like. I'm just not good at working with children still.
The word 'cute' is said often here. And sometimes in awkward situations. Hands are left on shoulders and "sup's" are said with strange looks in eyes. It's strange here sometimes.
We were talking this evening at work about stealing and I said I feel bad about stealing things. I was quickly reminded of a 2 liter bottle of Fanta I stuffed into my pants a few weeks ago at a company party before walking out the door. I then tried to say that I meant stealing from stores, but my co-workers would have none of it, jesting at me until I left the room. Embarrassing as it was, it was simple playing around. No hard feelings.
Tomorrow is Friday. I feel like this week has rushed by. I don't really give a shit about most of my classes anymore. I only meet with my TR classes 3 more times and my MWF classes 6 more times until the end of the term on November 30. I'm ready to change things up, except with my night classes. I really want to keep them. They're my older kids, and the only ones I can say I genuinely like. I'm just not good at working with children still.
The word 'cute' is said often here. And sometimes in awkward situations. Hands are left on shoulders and "sup's" are said with strange looks in eyes. It's strange here sometimes.
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