I have a confession to make. Tonight. I did not want to go help my little orphan boy learn English. I know. It sounds horrible. I had all the excuses right? I have been sick for the past week, I need to get to bed early and get better (as if I would go to be early). I have grad class this weekend and so much stuff due I must do it (I am a procrastinator, no need changing that now, I will get around to it later). I have so much to do for my class this week (I ALWAYS have something to do at work).
Two weeks ago I went to tutor Han Wool and he was gone at ski camp, no one told me. Last week I went to tutor Han Wool and he was in a different English class by a worker at the Children’s Home. I had to wait 30 minutes to even hang out with him. I figured this week something else would happen, though I have been going to tutor Han Wool every Monday at 7 p.m. for over a year now.
If I am being honest I just didn’t want to go. It’s cold. I was being selfish.
I went. AND GUESS WHAT? Han Wool READ TO ME. Yes, it may have been only 3 or 4 words… but he READ. Dr. Seuss I love you. I had such a great time with this boy I was reminded why Monday used to be my favorite day of the week. Time to get back in that mindset. Man, I had such a great evening, and then Jee Young and I went to Isaac’s for dinner. Best Toast Sandwiches Ever.
I took some pictures of Seoul this weekend. Here they are.