A Box of Chocolates

Korea is endlessly fascinating. It truly has a gift for leaving me in bewilderment, perplexity, or absolute awe everyday. The country of baffling and arbitrary happenings:
When you order food and they deliver it to your residence, they bring it in real dishes and come back later that night or the next day to pick them up. If you buy a cellphone, they give you free toothpaste; batteries might come with toilet paper while a pair of shoes might be accompanied by oranges................. There's a store in my subway station called Delicious Sweaters. I spotted a T-shirt that read "I Love Hunk". There's a Puma store next to my school that sells nothing but Reebok. An old woman straight up smacked me on the subway the other day as I was apparently in her way.
While these little party poppers make for delightful discoveries and stories, it is not always welcomed. This knack for unexplainable decisions, unfortunately, carries over into the work place as well. My school has decided to "revamp" the schedule. They've done this here and there over my 5 month stint, but this is without question the most drastic. I now teach from 9:30 to 6:00, almost straight through, minus a lunch break. The kicker is the fact that they thought it would be fun to simply begin switching teachers with classes. Okay, except I am walking into class on Monday with absolutely no idea what I am doing. I have new kids, new books, new rooms and no one has bothered to tell me the details. This makes an exhausting schedule, as if it wasn't tiring before, but it really screws with my routine. I have realized, more than ever before, how much I rely on a routine, of some kind. Now just when I am comfortable, exhaustingly comfortable, with things, it takes a 360 degree turn. I will spending the next week, perhaps 4 or 5 weeks, attempting to adjust all over again it seems. Then (I am admittedly being pessimistic here) they will probably change things again. Just when I think I have things figured out.........