Hello friends. Good news. In my spare time, I am now a freelance writer for Yonhap News. I find this pretty exciting. My first article came out this morning:
In other, equally exciting news. TOMORROW I take my in-house BLACK belt test. Word. I have to break two bricks. So… if I don’t do that, I don’t get my black belt test. Not even joking. I also have to do my poomse (form) and other jazz, but the bricks is the main event. The big shebang. etc.
On Saturday I went to take my belt test at a place called “Kukkiwon”. I have no idea what that stands for, anyone? In order to take my “in-house” black belt test, I need to pass a test at Kukkiwon. I was terrified. And cold, the arena was NOT HEATED. First we watched a bunch of kids go in groups to show their punches and kicks and forms and sparring techniques… Then they ushered us in this waiting room with over a hundred other kiddies (and like twenty adults). During that time these three kids saw me (the only white adult in the room) sitting my a blond girl (the only white child in the room) and they freaked out. As the smiled and waved the strategically placed themselves to sit in front of us and then a parent asked if we would take our picture with these three kids. It. Was. Hilarious. A lot of random strangers have my picture in this country.
Still thinking of a sign off, kind of want it to have something to do with laughing. (Laugh loud. Laugh often. -????) We shall see.