bee-woo-bee-woo
“He went to the hospital!” he or she would say, and follow up with an ambulance noise. Usually the syllables ‘bee’ and ‘woo’ were used in conjuction to make such a noise. Then, everyone in the class would laugh.
And then, to my astonishment and quite often on cue, said student, who apparently went to [...]
The best way to get better at something, in my opinion, is to do it over and over.
In grade 4 I started doing Kumon. Kumon was this math camp type thing. You’d do this little booklet of math every day of the week. I hated it. But my multiplication was phenomenal.
In [...]
The Love Guns at Waegook Cook
I never really celebrated Oktoberfest back home. Despite that Kitchener-Waterloo is home to the 2nd largest Oktoberfest party in the world, it never seemed worth it to spend 2 hours on a bus to get there. And what exactly are we celebrating? The letter K’s superiority [...]
For the first time, I want to be home. Not because I want to be. But because I am needed.
I’ve decided against competing in the Kumite. I decided that there’d be bunches of people there in much better shape than I am at the moment. Give me 6 months though, I’ll be there in a second.
In 5 days I will have been in Korea for 10 months.
There are lots of new faces ’round Gumi. [...]