A Lookout

Today marks the first day of my third semester of teaching in Korea; I am officially half-way though my contract. Although I have been here over six months, I actually began teaching 26 weeks ago. It's strange how it feels so long, and yet no time at all. I am already a veteran teacher, and new teachers are coming in droves as our branch expands like crazy. At the same time, I feel so new. This half marker symbolizes nothing, yet it technically is the beginning of the back nine, the walk back to the lodge and the locker room. They say once you're over the hill it's all downhill. I beg to differ, and the view is nice.

where you be?

you may have noticed ive been absent lately. not for a lack of wanting to share my life with you, but because ive been wrapped up with the details of ordinary, everyday happenings. things such as:

students wearing masks,


bridges,


fishing villages,



rice growing on hillsides,


beaches,


rock formations,


temples on mountaintops,

views,

more bridges,

koreans,

big cities,

karaoke,


hats,


palaces,


and a few people i just happened to bump into.

its all been very mundane and normal, you know, the tedious bits of life that pop up when you are busy worrying about more important things. ill try not to let it happen again, although you know how these things can show up out of nowhere.