Scientists Want to Control Nature.

I'm currently at school awaiting my first class. I had to ditch the shoes at the door and put on some slippers. Everyone so far has been very welcoming and the vice principal loves talking to me. She seems very nice. I'll have to buy her a bottle of whiskey. I've got a lesson plan for the week, but I'm not sure how it'll work out. I've got two different games for different skill levels, so it'll be a toss up to what works. This whole month will be just a trial and error learning process. Instead of bells, the classes are announced with classical music.

I've only got 17 classes which is not the norm. Most people have 22. I may have to do English clubs on the weekends sometimes but I'm fine with that. Apparently, my winter break is going to be 9 weeks long. That's right, two months of vacation. While I'll have to come into work for some of it, it'll be a breeze. So during that time I should have some good opportunities to travel but the whole vacation day system is wonky. I have 7 days, right? Well, apparently If I go out of the country it eats into those 7 days, but if I stay in the country it doesn't. So I fool around on Jeju island for 8 weeks and it wouldn't count, but 4 days in Japan (which is 3 hours away) would eat into have my time. I've heard that if you scratch their back they'll scratch yours. So gifts abound, smiling, treating everyone nice, and coming in some saturdays and doing English camps should set me up.

Met Danny and Tane in Nampo-dong Saturday night. Danny was staying in the Phoenix hotel and the area was one of Busan's many downtowns because the city really isn't centralized. So there were hundreds of restraunts and shopping centers. Any namebrand store you can think of, they had. I've never even seen an Armani store, but they had one. They also have lots of Noreabang (kareoke) places which we went to. We had some dirt cheap sushi and the looked for a bar. The Batman House, that's right, was closed and when we walked into The Red the bartender made a face and shooed us out. We finally settled on a cowboy bar. The beer here tastes like piss. But, we drank three liters of it and a bottle of Soju. I was worried about taking the bus home because I don't know what any of the stops are called and have to rely on sight and familiarity. So I missed my stop by one, but the bus dropped me off at the bottom of the mountain. I had to walk up a bit which sucked. but I found a 7-11 along the way and got some raspberry wine and pringles, so it worked out.

The title of this post was a lesson I found in one of the books.