The lion went to show the boy a good place to rest, but he ran into the fire. "Well, he's very silly. All the more reason to help him. I did my part," the lion said. After that, Whenever the lion was around, the other animals pretended to eat the boy. They eat the leg, arm, and head. It's so disgusting.
Goodness...and this kid is one of the less violent ones! The story is about the animals saving a little girl, not eating a little boy. I do like the last sentence, though. Also, how he thought that it would be okay to use "fire" instead of "water." It's a hysterical mental image. I laughed very, very hard when I read this.
It was a ridiculous weekend. Got extremely upset and kicked a door on Friday. Cut my pinky deeply and got blood on pants, which I then had to walk around Daejeon wearing on Saturday while Tonya, Jim and I looked for hospitals to examine my presumably broken foot. We couldn't find one, so I settled for acupuncture. It being my first acupuncture experience, I was a bit skeptical. I would've accepted anything to soothe the pain. Come Tuesday, I can bend all my knuckles, put all my weight on it with only mild pain, and there's no more fear of anything being broken. Another round of acupuncture and I'll be right as rain. Mom please don't worry about me. I'll tell you more about this incident on Skype soon.
Hung out with Tonya all weekend, and played in my second dart competition on Sunday evening. I was told that it would only be Sponge people, but I was wrong: the fuckers from Martin Bar came and destroyed us. They are A10, which is two levels shy of perfection. Jim and I faced them in the first round and lost, even with a handicap. Next game we lost, to my surprise, to friends of mine. This result was both welcome and horrifically dissatisfying, because I was tired and wanting to sleep, but I also wanted to win. In the end, nothing worked, because I didn't end up going to sleep until 4. I suppose I was brooding over my loss. We were the first team knocked out. Nobody likes dying first.
Monday was tiring, but I actually had a very good day. I connected with two of my most difficult students, and I discovered that I need to not be angered by their pestering and childish baloney ("bologna," doesn't feel right when you're using it to mean something silly). That's why I had such a hard time in high school after all, it was like being around fully-grown 10 year olds all the time. This kid John, violent and disruptive, memorized his lines and delivered them without hitting anyone! Adam behaved well enough when I wrote his name on the board, and he wasn't speaking as much Korean! Victory was mine!
My sociopath student, Peter, talked independently for a while about winning a science contest where he made water smell like strawberries or flowers. Not sure if he was lying, because he says he's quiter good at it, but his grammar and English were acceptable. He is clearly bored during the lessons, and I think he needs private tutoring. Or to be in a class with higher-level students.
I love my job! I'm finally getting my license this Saturday, and after that, it's time to look for bigger and better bikes :-D I can't wait. Which reminds me that I need to fill 'er up. In honor of the car I had for a year and only drove a few times...Esmerelda...my motorcycle is named Ethan Merlin. It's the closest thing to Esmerelda that I like. Soon there will be an Ethan Merlin II.
Someone needs to draw me a sweet decal...
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