Amanda Takes Off...

Last night's class went well. NewSabumnim didn't make me crazy, and in fact was very friendly. So I'm glad I didn't nickname her "Shileoyo" like I'd been thinking of doing. Always nice when a moment of clarity comes before doing something.

During our break, I said to Master, "[Blue] said, 'Next week I'll bring my English homework Amanda.' But where is [Blue]?"

Master said to NewSabumnim, "See, she speaks Korean well!"

I slid over to be closer to them, the three of us forming a large triangle. I disagreed about my Korean and then Master and I started telling NewSabumnim about how it was when I first arrived. I faked how I just watched everyone and copied them. Master talked about playing ice hockey and the confusion about soccer. I told her about Brave talking to me, using my fingers to imitate him walking in a circular path to speak to me.

She asked where I was from and what I'd done in America. We talked about my jobs here and why I have to go to Japan for another visa.

She stayed in Korean the whole time (though I had to ask her to repeat herself a few times) and that made me exceedingly happy. When she found out my parents were coming, she told me about a demonstration she does every Wednesday and Saturday at one of the palaces. I think it sounds like fun, and I think my parents will be going to see it with me.

After class she asked if I wanted to walk to the subway with her, but I had to do some other things and couldn't.

So, I think she'll turn out OK.

The only other truly interesting thing about last night's class is that in an attempt to do an ax kick (hatch kick) I landed flat on my butt.

Tonight's class was good, though I got there late because I'd overslept from a nap. Master asked why I'd been napping. "I'm bored. So I sleep."

He laughed at me.

Last night, when I went into Master's office, his daughter ran into my arms. I took this photo of us together with my handphone.

Master's Daughter and Me, Pre-Lip Gloss

She begged for my green grape lip gloss and handphone and I gave her both. Her brother bawled and bawled until she gave him the lip gloss, too. Now it's a big mess of a tub with deep finger holes in it.

Both of them crawled all over me, rubbing lip gloss on lips, laughing and playing. At one point, Daughter climbed onto my back, nearly choking me. I asked her if she was a monkey. Master's Wife said something about being a monkey. I said I was a monkey. It wasn't until this morning that I realized that Master's Daughter is a monkey, too.

Two Monkeys, Post-Lip Gloss