Sometimes, my students worry my with their observations. I’ve never been one to wear a lot of makeup, and my eyeshadow is usually barely noticeable. I tried a new shade the other day, still barely visible. (kind of like my mom paints the house, then tells me “this white wall is green. this white wall is yellow, and this white wall is peach”) Like I said, barely noticable. Anyway, I walked into my Education class yesterday and the first thing they said was “OH! Teacher! Eyeshadow! Colour Change!” Just like that. exclamation marks and all. They can’t remember to use a verb in their sentences, but they notice I’ve changed my eyeshadow. They’re a great class.

It’s Festival time again here on campus, which is always lots of fun outside, but not so fun in class. All my students are either absent because of fatigue, and/or hangovers or else they’re in class suffering from fatigue and/or hangovers. So I’ve dedicated this week to a review games day and a take-home assignment day. So far it seems to be working well.

Tracy and I went for a walk around campus after dinner to say ‘hello’ to our students and take in the festivities. In the process we wound up at the pottery sale table. Now, it’s not enough that tomorrow we’re taking a semesters worth of our own pottery to the kiln, and that in 2 weeks we’ll have a house bursting with new wobbly bits of clay that are supposed to resemble flower pots and soup bowls. No, we had to buy some more wobbly bits of clay that other people made too! I got a little spoon rest for $1 and a piece that’s shaped like a bag that hangs on the wall for $12. I think when I grow up, I’ll probably see if I can make my whole house out of clay.

We had one of our World Famous Birthday Barbeque Bash’s tonight. (3 birthdays were being celebrated together) As usual, we sang ‘Happy Birthday” in as many laguages as we could, which means I think we sang 7 versions tonight. As you can see from the picture, it was a quasi-costume party (meaning costumes were optional). AND I am excited to say that the birthday pinata has been added to the fun. I hope it becomes a regular tradition. It was tremendous fun for us, and provided just as much amusement to the Korean onlookers with whom we shared the BBQ pit. So, after many hours of fun and frolic, I’m going to go to sleep.  

It’s 5am. I’m awake.

It’s 5:30am. I’m still awake, I’m hungry and I need to pee. I get up and make some coffee, put on a sweater and go sit on my balcony. It rained last night, and the ground is still wet, and the air has been washed clean. It’s overcast, so there’s no sunrise, but the sky is as light as it’s going to get today. I think about going for a bike ride (at this point, the thought does occur to me that I was abducted by aliens in my sleep and it’s the implanted microchip that’s doing the thinking). It’s still a full 3 hours before my usual time to rise & shine. I read a couple of journal articles about differences between German and English rhetorical style….and I’m STILL awake by the end of the 2nd article. A bird lands with a splash in the pond, and from where I’m sitting I can see a black and white cat trotting along with something orange hanging from it’s mouth. Then I look at the orange and black and white cat curled up sleeping on my lap. I think about how different the cat’s lives are. Catticus is clean and cozy and well fed and plays and sleeps a lot. The black and white cat (I’ve seen it many times before) lives down the hill in a garbage heap. It’s dirty and skittish and also well fed, but judging from what in the garbage pile, I doubt it’s nutritious. Then I think about the news lately, and picture the people in Darfour, Bosnia, Bagdhad, Afganistan, and I know I’m missing many more. – and I think about me curled up on my balcony sipping a hot cup of coffee. No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to get it settled in my head that we all get one life, and while I”m living mine as it is, so many others spend their lives so differently. It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while, but it’s like trying to eat a rubber grape. No matter how much you chew on it, it still looks the same when you spit it out again. (I know this, because we used to have rubber grapes when I was a kid. I chewed on ’em a lot, and they still looked the same when I spit ’em out again. If you’ve ever bought rubber grapes at a garage sale at our house, you might want to give ’em a wash).

And that’s what happens in my head at 5:30am when I’m awake, hungry, and need to pee.