Highlights of my Day... Tuesday, March 17

1. Day two of Q’s I’m-not-talking-to-you and what did I do, I messed it up and accidentally texted him a message that was supposed to go to Italiano.

“Apparently I’m on no-talking terms with my bf. Korean men can be such drama queens sometimes.”

Oh gosh. Yet another way in which technology as I know it is turning on me. With my cell phone’s “quick address add” option, simple joke than because my burden. For the rest of the day I pretty much kept my fingers crossed, hoping that his lack of studying English would benefit me here and he’d simply ignore the message.

2. The Cheonan Trump is off for another business trip at the end of this week, this time it’s to The Philippines. And so this meant yet another speech for me to write. Today I handed him my final copy of the speech… he loved it!!!

3. They ordered us to have our stuff packed up by 3pm yesterday for the office movers but upon approaching the new office I instantly noticed something was wrong. The fact that my desk sat outside the bathroom and all our stuff was stacked in the hallways confirmed it; yesterday’s “be packed up by 3pm” was bogus. Needless to say, this made for an office full of expected ticked-off professors.

4. In class students always hate volunteering when I ask for a volunteer and so I’ve always broke out singing “Eeny, Meeny, Miny-Moe” as a means of quickly picking a volunteer. I’ve been using this song for years now but just this semester have students really started questioning about the song and so, after work, I did a little Internet search about it. Turns out the song was written in the 1850’s and there’s so many different versions of it.

5. Pretty much each country has it’s own version.

Eeny, Meeny, Miny Moe (the version I sing)
Eeny, meeny, miny moe.
Catch a tiger by its’ toe.
If it hollers, let it go.
Eeny, meeny, miny moe.
Moe means no, so out you must go.
Out goes one,
Out goes two.
Out goes another, so that leaves you.

Great Britian’s version:
Eeeny, meeny, miney mo
Put the baby on the po.
When he's done, wipe his bum
And tell his mother what he's done.

Poland’s version:
Ene, due, rike, fake
Torba, borba, ósme, smake
Eus, deus, kosmateus
I morele baks

6. Because I had stayed up super late playing tug-of-war with my distractions and Power Point lecture file, by the time school ended today I was exhausted. I only had two classes to teach but that meant four hours back-to-back of walking around in high heels. Thankfully God has done it again and blessed me with amazing students who thankfully bring an excess of energy to class and share it with me. Without them today, I seriously would have been in zombie-mode.

7. Trying to train after lack of sleep and sore feet wasn’t the brightest moves on my part but I knew that if I tried to take one of my notorious catnaps that I’d slip into La-La Land and be lost for the night in sweet slumber.

8. So instead of the much overdo, much needed sleep, I headed off to boxing where I was greeted with curious faces, all eager to know if tonight there’d be a part two to last night’s couple drama, starring Q and I. “Sorry boys, no show here” I told them.

9. No show… definitely no show. No show of Q, only me. Only tired, exhausted, sore-feet me.

10. Apparently the name “Chameleon” has officially stuck to me at the boxing club.

QUESTION OF THE DAY...
Who's gonna crack?

QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Every thought is a seed. If you plant crab apples, don't count on harvesting Golden Delicious.
-- Bill Meyer