As I sit here contemplating my next blog, I am forced to begin about the awkwardness of my host family talking about me when I'm in the room. I mean, I know I don't understand much Korean, but I sure as hell know my name when it's spoken.

I'm so cheap that today I walked 20 minutes back to my house in the middle of a typhoon. I didn't want to spend the 2 dollars for a taxi ride for door to door service. I think most of it was the adventure of walking through a typhoon, which almost knocked me over a few times, but did allow for me to strike the Michael Jackson "Bad" pose a couple times. It was sweet.

So, our weekly rendevous with the Jeju crew was a pleasant one. We took a tour of the World Sex Culture Museum beneath the World Cup Stadium. Complete with fake anus and vagina mystery boxes, peep shows and stone dildos. It was quite an experience. I personally loved the sign to a door leading to the museum marked, "multi-purpose room".

The looming typhoon was not enough to deter the masses from watching last place Jeju United compete against their rivals, the Pohang Steelers. Despite the free admission to the game, the "masses" I mentioned before were actually barely enough to fill a high school gym. The game ended in a tie. I can't believe that can happen in some sports, that defies all the macho bullshit that goes into the sport in the first place.

The morning before these events, I and a few other Seogwipo folks promised Gretchen that we'd come to her English Role Play Contest put on by her school. I woke up that morning sicker than I'd been all week, not bad, just stuffy and pissy from being stuffy. After taking some psuedophedrine I snuck into this country, I thought I'd be fine, but my snot rag was filled by 10am and my eyes were watering from what seemed to be a sudden onset of my non-existent allergies. But we arrived at the school and we were greeted with much vigor from the VP and other English teachers... most likely because they were counting on us to serve as the judges for the contest; this was news to us.

After 3 hours of rewritten fables and creative twists to disney stories, we were allowed to hear the kids sing pop songs. Some of them were alright, some not bad, but the kids that resorted to magic tricks during The Backstreet Boys' "I Want It That Way", were by far the losers of the day. I hate to rag on poor middleschoolers, but damn, talk about tone-deaf.

I know what cured me of my cold this weekend, but I prefer to call it a miracle. A daily dose of vitamin C has been no match for typhoon weather and a 20 degree change in weather. I told my co-teacher I was feeling sick and she asked if I had taken medicine. I said that I was taking care of myself and sleeping as much as possible. She told me that I might die if I didn't take cold medicine. That wasn't as weird as my host-sister who asked if i had gone to the hospital yet:

"What? Why would I go to the Hospital?"
"Hmm(types into electronic dictionary), for injection!"
"Injection? There is no cure for the common cold. What do they inject you with?"
"Injection!"
"I understand. But what IS it?"
"Injection!"
"I know, but if Korea has the only known cure for the common cold, that's more valuable than nuclear secrets from North Korea. I don't need an injection, thank you. But again, what's IN the needle?"
"Oh. I don't know."