Amanda Takes Off...

Oh. Sweet. Mother. Of. Taekwondo. Soccer.

We played soccer for the first half of class (Master cranked the heat to 30 C and made it "hot chukku, Amanda.") and I finally understand why some of the boys hit the floor and writhe around in pain saying, "아파요, 아파요!" (I hurt, I hurt.)

I went to kick the ball at the same time one of the little kids did and our shins hit so, so hard that tears sprung to my eyes. Within ten minutes, yes, ten, it was already starting to bruise. Master had me pull up both pants legs. He ran his fingers down both shins and I couldn't help but flinch and wimper when he hit the spot. I was not trying to be a baby but it hurt so bad, I couldn't help it. He let me play with one shin guard on the rest of the game. (He offered to send someone else in the game in my place, but I wanted to keep playing.) Give this bruise a week and it's going to be world record worthy. Ouch.

Master called me down to his office after class and told me to ice it for three days, 10-20 mins, and if it still had "heat" after that to alternate heat and ice. Will do, Master.

During break Master and The Girl started throwing 딱지 pieces at each other and everyone else in the room. Ddakji is a game similar to pog where you try to flip your partner's pieces over. Master and The Girl were just throwing them at everyone else in the room. Then the boys joined in. I didn't and hence I was the only one not getting pieces thrown at my head.

I love my studio.

Cocky Guy started his cocky, playful teasing and joking thing at the end of class, asked me if I'd buy him ice cream. I asked him if he liked ice cream, and what his favorite ice cream was. He asked in turn and he both started singing the Choco Fudge commercial with the weird dancing girls hitting their butts in the ad. I asked Master if he liked chocolate and he said no. Powerful said he liked chocolate—essentially, I kept a conversation going about chocolate.

Cocky asked again. I said no and he begged. I said no and he begged so I gave him 500 won for ice cream. He didn't say thank you, so I hit him really hard and he thanked me and begged some more and I said sure, we could eat ice cream together. I said anyone could have ice cream, I'd pay for it. He ran around the studio like a headless chicken for ten minutes yelling at everyone else to hurry, hurry and I finally said, "Cocky, ice cream tomorrow."

Silly boys.