After These Messages

The past week has not been very kind to me, and thus, my blog has been neglected. When I am distressed, my writing is fueled and fast and not often shared with others. Now that things have settled down a bit, I will attempt to testify my troubles without vengeance or a pity party, though I'm not making any promises.
Last weekend my stomach didn't want to keep anything inside of it. I went to work on Friday feeling a bit nauseous but knowing I had to be there because half of the Kindergarten classes were graduating. I made it through the day but spent Friday night to Sunday afternoon bent over the toilet. I haven't puked like that since...........well, I don't even remember. But I missed on an adventurous weekend which included an Indian dinner at a couple's house; instead I watched about 15 movies. Monday began a new semester at school, so again, had to be there. I've spent this entire week trying to adjust to a new schedule with new classes and new kids, and one in particular who likes to say "F*ck you." He says maybe 5 things in English and that happens to be one of them.

I also had my first real confrontation with my boss. In short, I did my job exactly as she instructed me to, yet didn't get the result she wanted thanks to lack of participation on the students' side. It was quite a lengthy project that I put extra time into outside of class, where students were supposed to call me at home but didn't. I explained that I did what I was supposed to do and shouldn't be responsible for any more than that. I was going to let her keep insisting until she tired of it, while I just kept ignoring and act like I just didn't have to do what she said, but I like to think that I'm more mature than that (though I know I'm often not).
I'm also learning the Koreans really don't like confrontation - so they will nod okay now and then find some way to undercut you later.
I'm proud of how I handled it, me approaching her respectfully yet defensively and settling the outcome.
Then Sunday morning I woke up and couldn't breathe. I blew my nose and sunshine yellow came out. It was that kind of congestion where your eyes sting and when you talk it sounds like you're underwater. I went to church though because I missed last week and wanted to get out in the nice weather. Thanks to a concerned pastor, I now have a handful of pills to kill all flu-like symptoms and am already feeling better just after a day on them. I'm back at a new week, looking forward to a few good workouts, a few good meals, and a few good singing sessions with the little ones.
And apparently, yesterday was Woman's Day. So to all you mothers and milkmaids, sisters and sitters, aunts and actresses, daughters and dancers, nurses and nannies, tigress' and teachers, hairdressers and homemakers - Hip Hip Hooray! And I'm realizing my warrior picture is of a man.
There we go................