A few interesting things have happened this week, I'll share them from boring to enticing:

1) I went for a bike ride on Wednesday when I learned I had my classes canceled. I rode towards the East and ended up about 35-40 Km away at Pyoseon Beach. My knee was reminding me that we'll all grow old eventually, but my back was saying, "Your bike is too small, and your seat too high. Stop buying things in Korea; they don't fit you." So you can imagine how I felt after I made the trip back home to Seogwipo?

2) I learned that there is such thing as a fever-induced seizure. Not me. Another Fulbrighter had one, my Chuncheon roommate Dana to be exact. I wonder how he's doing? I should call him now that he's survived the worst(knock on wood).

3) I found a Calligrapher in town. But he's a real stubborn asshole and won't tell me where or with whom I can get lessons. I told him I know Hangeul, and I have been in his shop twice to ask him. Each time he just gives me some calligraphy and says, "bye!". The second time, he didn't recognize me, which I thought was strange considering the remarkable representation of white-people in this fishing town. I kept asking him, if he could teach me... "no." I kept asking him who could teach me... "mmmm, no." So I then pestered him as to where I could learn... "no." He sucks.

4) I'm usually pretty oblivious to flirtation, but today it was obvious. The lady who works at a language institute in Jeju-si came into my office today. She was escaping from a lecture down the hall meant for the Dominicans she was touring around from school to school on the island. She began to flirt with me a little, but she was old enough to be my mother...
...She then invited me to judge an English Contest in Jeju-si the following week. I politely declined informing her that I must teach on Wednesday and Thursday. She then leaned against the wall and pulled one knee up and put her foot on the wall while putting her hands behind her back and told me that someone would cover for me. I again politely told her that I couldn't do that to my co-teachers because that would be very rude. She again insisted and began to eye me up and down in a seductive manner. I told her that I knew some other Fulbrighters in Jeju who would not have to commute an hour to get there. Then she began to stroke her fingertips between her breasts tugging gently at her shirt and told me in a low voice while leaning towards me, "I need a SPECIAL kind of teacher..."
Remembering Mrs. Robinson, I thanked her for the invite, but would regretably not be able to come. She frowned and told me to go back to work.