Amanda Takes Off...

Today's fourth grade classes were great. I taught them the Pinball 12 song from Sesame Street. You know the one. "One, two, three, four, five—six, seven, eight, nine, ten...eleven, twelve!" (That was done by the Pointer Sisters!) So I was happy.

Then fifth grade was just...apathetic. So I was annoyed.

Then I was fed donuts and fresh strawberry juice with my after-school class and I was happy.

Then I "tested" (not really, but really) in taekwondo. Before class, one of the kids from an earlier class opened the door on me while I had a dress halfway over my head and because the latch is broken on the door, I couldn't even pull it completely closed. And the kid didn't apologize. Then, I couldn't break the medium blue bricks with this "harder, but more powerful" stance Master wants me to use. We moved to the yellow (easiest) brick and I still couldn't do it. Then, after class, another kid opened the door on me while I was standing there in my dobok pants and bra and again, I couldn't slam the door closed quickly. So I was very frustrated.

Then the kid apologized and blushed madly, so I actually felt for him. And then in his office, Master called me pretty and his wife called me beautiful because I was wearing a dress. So I felt better.

Then I couldn't get a seat on the subway. So I was annoyed.

Then I found some CDs, some Korean DVDs I want to watch (but only when I can stop them to figure things out), a thumb drive, and a bookshelf for pretty cheap at the store attached to the subway station. So I was happy...

Until I realized I can't carry the bookshelf home because it's too bulky/heavy.

Then I texted that guy I'm meeting for drinks tomorrow night and asked him if he could help me ("big favor") carry it to my apartment tomorrow. He said yes. So I was happy again.

Then...then! I walked past a businessman sitting in a tree smoking cigarettes.

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A Korean Businessman Sitting in a Tree Smoking Cigarettes

And that made my whole darn day.