Blogroll: The Bus Stop
When people back home ask “what’s up?” or “how was your day?” the bus stop never comes to mind. Maybe it’s because I take the bus every day, and it’s become commonplace for me. Yet this part of my day is worth mentioning, and definitely worth remembering, as I often fail to do. In the tiny town of Galsan, some days I am a spectacle. People smile or gawk, and other days they pass right on by. I am on my best behavior at the bus stop.
Blogroll: There is the Clown
Several months ago, I entered my school’s cafeteria to the usual progression of gasps, hush, and shouts of “LUKE TEACHER!” “VERY TALL!” the Korean word for foreigner, and other phrases I can’t understand.
On that day, as I waved back subtly as possible, I noticed my co-teacher was attempting to conceal her laughter with her hand, making brief eye contact with me, only to look away, and briefly back, and away again.