and guess what? it’s raining!
I’m sitting here, sweltering and dripping with sweat. The ramen (or ramyeon, as Koreans would spell it) noodles didn’t help. (though Koreans would say increasing sweating when it’s hot is healthy for you) I had to leave the apartment for a minute, just to get some air from 360 degrees instead of only from my window, so decided to take my recycling out, and on the way back bought the noodles.
If anyone’s ever seen me reading labels, you’ll have to laugh if you visualize me trying to separate my recycling from the five bins downstairs. Fifteen minutes later, and I’ve still no idea where the little yoogurt drink bottles go! Do they go with the plastic juice and water bottles? Or do they go with the kind of plastic that tofu containers come in? And what about the mylar cereal bag and coffee sticks? Do they go with the plastic bags or the bottles or the containers? Next time, I am going to cross reference the majority of the recycling with the number in the recycle symbol. BUT, there are a lot of foreigners in my building, so the correct distribution of recycling could be skewed.
On my window ledge inside my apartment today I noticed many dead mosquitos. I have woken up in the middle of the night all week, my feet itching and burning. I even researched athlete’s foot…but then I looked more closely to discover my feet were basically covered in mosquito bites, or just one big giant mosquito bite. So now the window never gets open without a screen. How is it that mosquitos would fly up to the 10th floor? What is the maximum altitude of mosquito flight? I had to laugh at them, though, with their tiny mosquito brains, because once they got caught in my hermetically sealed officetel, they all die for lack of food when I leave the house for work.
During one of the classroom discussions, one of the worksheet topics was whether or not you enjoy the rain. It was surprising how many of the students, both boys and girls, said it was romantic. OK. You gotta love that. I mean, I do. 16 year old boys unabashedly talking about romance. The rat race here is so extreme. I hope they hold onto these sentiments. The kids are often monsters, but it’s not their fault. I do like them a lot.