And Everything In Between

I have clean clothes again and the smell of detergentfied linens makes me happy. I was already behind on laundry when I decided to actually get on it, then three loads only left me with sopping wet clothes which possessed the same worn out scent that I had wanted to do away with in the first place. Despite a language barrier, my belt was replaced at the expense of the school and the spinning began again.
I've been trying to explore on Saturdays. I am usually by myself all day - this can be depressing or liberating. I am trying to take the perspective of it not being so bad; in fact, I actually value it at times. I have no obligations or expectations put on by anyone. So I do a bit of cleaning, go for long jog, and then open my guide to Korea book, and pick a place. Last week I went to the National Museum of Korea where some of the most beautiful ceramics and artifacts and pieces of history are displayed; yesterday I went to a shopping district and wandered around snacking on street food and taking pictures. I need that. I get bored and tired easily. That's a startling realization and one I'm not very fond of. I like thrills, and then when they wear me out or scare me, I like to back down and do nothing, which then brings me back to boredom, and back to looking for a chain of thrills. Wow. That's something I've never put my finger on. But I'm forced to look at all kinds of things about myself, and decide what I think about them.......................some of them I really don't like, yet others I cherish. I suppose that could be said for everyone, its just a matter of how its dealt with. Sundays are web surfing, maybe a jog, and church, after which I usually go out to eat with a group who can share my woes. I am not happy with some of my predicaments, but they could be much more burdensome then they are. I thank God for where I am right now. Still, I hope for changes too.
As I said before, I think teaching must be the most challenging and rewarding things I've ever done. Sheer joy on some days, and on other days I want to chuck myself off a rooftop, or even just in front of a bus. I hug and high five and laugh and yell and threaten and put in timeout. The other day Shannon was talking about a kid and described her as "the cute one," and Nick replied "They're all cute." Perfect.