Migook in the 08

With a perpetually full belly, a lifetime's worth of memories of good friends, I left America's awe-inspiring blue skies and green landscapes behind. I'm back under the grey midst, subconciously sweating as the dampness rises and the sewer-rats hide. It's crowded, busy; it's the first day of a new semester.

I watch the students pass and wonder how many are premiering a new outfit, bought just for this occasion. Hell, if I had a girl these days, I'm sure I would've got some new slacks, ties and shirts. On my own, the chaos of Korea's department stores is too daunting.

This is the start of my 4th semester here at the Uni. As I said to my co-worker, ya gotta improve the Big Show each and every time. The rookie's eager passion to impress is gone but I have a cool and resolve now that I believe makes me a more effective teacher. By now, I've taught these lessons over 40 times. It's hard not to put it on auto-pilot and start quoting myself. For this reason, I'll be in the office today re-working my worksheets, re-wording my essay topics, and re-thinking my stradegies. Gotta elevate the Big Show!

Outside of the school:

Korean food still blows my mind. The streets are alive as ever. Anyone care to come test my praise?

I'm watching Spanish TV's presentation of the Gold Medal game. Boy, they really thought they had a chance. Silencio says Kobe!

I drafted Kyle Orton in my fantasy draft yesterday. Can't help but play with my heart.

If you look closely, you'll see my brother caught in a picture. This shot only happens once in a lifetime. Good job Stolly!

That's it for now. Annyeong in your well-fed faces!