ridiculous.

so...i'm in korea with my mom visiting my brother and sisiter. they've scooted us along to all their favorite places and showed us all the hoppin places for young foriegn teachers to go. we went to their school and saw them teach all their precious children. well, some of them weren't all that precious--like the one who mooned mom. But we've had a great time. We are both worn out from traveling and walking everywhere, and i can't speak for my mom, but i am ready to be home. I think that I have discovered that Asia is not my thing, especially Korea. I could never do what Justin and Joy are doing.
But today I woke up to mom saying, "uhh...Treese...Justin's school just called and Mr. Yim (the owner of Global Kids International) wants to takes us all out to lunch...and it has to be in an hour." So we rush around adn get ready for what we know is going to be an awkward time. Not because Mr. Yim is awkward, no no, we've heard great things about him and how all the children love him. But we just know ourselves and how we are horrible at asking questions to new people. But we looked on the bright side and tried to think up questions beforehand. Besides, Justin was going to be with us, who already knew the man, so it should all be alright, right?
Well, we get to the school and just is looking very nervous and he tells us how this is stressing him out, but that he's glad that we'll be altogether. We go up to Mr. Yim's office adn meet him, he is adorable! So smiley and kind; it's easy to see why the kids all call him grandpa. He asks us all to sit down and we are all looking extremely uncormfortable, then he says in broken English how he's so sorry that Justin can't join us. But he promises that he will take out Justin and Joy some other time. Justin looks at us slightly confused, "So...uh...yeah, sorry I can't go? I have to teach. So i guess I'll go eat lunch then?" "Yes, yes...another time, I plomise. so sohlly!" says Mr. Yim. Justin looks very frightened as he whispers good luck and leaves the room. Mom and I glance at each other as Mr. Yim is telling us that we will leave as soon as his wife arrives. We do very little small talk as all the questions that had been thought up earlier fly out of my mind.
Really, it wasn't that horrible. They took us to a very upscale Korean place and didn't even tell us what they were going to order. Before we knew it all this food came to the table. I was hoping with all of my might that they ordered bulgogi. The one Korean food that I know I love. Alas, it was all foriegn. Mr. and Mrs. Yim were very pleasant and although it was difficult to understand each other (you'd think that the person who owns an English school would know better English) and Mrs. Yim would giggle at us every time her husband would say or ask something and we would just reply with nodding heads. I was very proud of myself the whole time. I tried all the different foods that they brought out and didn't hate any of them (although, I do feel them all coming back up now). But even though I was not complaining and ate what was in front of me, Mrs. Yim would giggle at my lack of chopstick skills and demanded forks be brought to the Americans. And they could both see right through my silent agony of sipping down the soups and gulping down seafood, for at one point Mr. Yim made me stop eating. He said that he could tell I didn't like it--at which Mrs. Yim giggled.

At the end of it all when mom and i were walking home we couldn't stop laughing. Mom said that she couldn't stop thinking that it would kind of be like Dr. and Mrs. Brown going out to eat with two foriegners who don't speak any of their language. And basically they are just big awkward dorks who only only reply ok and yes to everything Dr. Brown says....that's kind of what it was like.
Kinda hated it. Kinda loved it.