6:14 AM
Sho
I had a blog where I posted almost daily for a year. I actually think the yearly posts were over 365 because I often posted several times a day.
I was unemployed.
Actually, that's not entirely true. I was unemployed for a few months, and then part time employed. I think the key to consistent writing, though, is just that: consistent writing.
Today, though I have nothing exciting to say, I thought I'd post anyways, if only to try to be more consistent in my output on here.
So:
My time in Korea is winding up. I have less than three months left in the country, and only a month or so of actual classes to teach. This year went by so crazy fast, that I cannot help but wonder if it will one day be a smudge on my memory -- a blurry snapshot of a pleasant, odd time.
Of course, that won't be the case because I'll have a ton of awesome blog posts reminding me of my experience. Including today.
Dear future self,
I have chosen, at random, this day to memorialize. You're welcome. I wonder if your humor will have evolved to a point to find this completely stupid. I hope so.
This morning I almost missed the bus because I didn't get out of bed until 7:30, which is technically the time I like to walk out the door. I managed to get out at 7:40, and actually looked quite presentable.
In the afternoon we had the first real snow of the year, and the kids went crazy pointing and yelling out the window until we had to close the curtains to start class. (After I too got a good look). I always forget how magical snow is until it makes its first yearly appearance, blanketing everything in a layer of white and frosting the trees, glittering the air, making everything soft and light.
It was Wednesday today, which meant I taught three classes, totaling two hours of the total eight I spend at school. I tried to be productive with my free time, and I got a few lesson plans done, before deciding to work on a personal writing project, before deciding that my fingers were too cold to be removed from my gloves. So I sat, wearing my hat, mittens, three layers and a massive down coat, and I watched Freaks and Geeks on Youtube.
We were let out an hour early and I walked to the bus stop in time to see my bus pulling away. I ran and yelled like a proper character in a movie. I then waited 45 minutes in the blizzard, watching various buses come and go. None of which were mine. The bus machine that tells you when the next bus was coming was broken, so I wasn't able to leave for fear of missing the next bus. I eventually got home later than I do on normal days.
At night I had band practice. We were all a bit run down from the week, but still managed some weird jokes (Peanut butter? No...) and got some music in. Music Music Music Music, would I miss you if I were deaf? Would I look at everyone singing and swaying and feel a sense of loss, deeper than missing out on normal sound? Would I read the words and feel the poetry and wonder how it would sound spoken...sung?
OK, that's about all for now. You're looking good.
-- Past Siobhan
I was unemployed.
Actually, that's not entirely true. I was unemployed for a few months, and then part time employed. I think the key to consistent writing, though, is just that: consistent writing.
Today, though I have nothing exciting to say, I thought I'd post anyways, if only to try to be more consistent in my output on here.
So:
My time in Korea is winding up. I have less than three months left in the country, and only a month or so of actual classes to teach. This year went by so crazy fast, that I cannot help but wonder if it will one day be a smudge on my memory -- a blurry snapshot of a pleasant, odd time.
Of course, that won't be the case because I'll have a ton of awesome blog posts reminding me of my experience. Including today.
Dear future self,
I have chosen, at random, this day to memorialize. You're welcome. I wonder if your humor will have evolved to a point to find this completely stupid. I hope so.
This morning I almost missed the bus because I didn't get out of bed until 7:30, which is technically the time I like to walk out the door. I managed to get out at 7:40, and actually looked quite presentable.
In the afternoon we had the first real snow of the year, and the kids went crazy pointing and yelling out the window until we had to close the curtains to start class. (After I too got a good look). I always forget how magical snow is until it makes its first yearly appearance, blanketing everything in a layer of white and frosting the trees, glittering the air, making everything soft and light.
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| Enjoying the snow. |
It was Wednesday today, which meant I taught three classes, totaling two hours of the total eight I spend at school. I tried to be productive with my free time, and I got a few lesson plans done, before deciding to work on a personal writing project, before deciding that my fingers were too cold to be removed from my gloves. So I sat, wearing my hat, mittens, three layers and a massive down coat, and I watched Freaks and Geeks on Youtube.
We were let out an hour early and I walked to the bus stop in time to see my bus pulling away. I ran and yelled like a proper character in a movie. I then waited 45 minutes in the blizzard, watching various buses come and go. None of which were mine. The bus machine that tells you when the next bus was coming was broken, so I wasn't able to leave for fear of missing the next bus. I eventually got home later than I do on normal days.
At night I had band practice. We were all a bit run down from the week, but still managed some weird jokes (Peanut butter? No...) and got some music in. Music Music Music Music, would I miss you if I were deaf? Would I look at everyone singing and swaying and feel a sense of loss, deeper than missing out on normal sound? Would I read the words and feel the poetry and wonder how it would sound spoken...sung?
OK, that's about all for now. You're looking good.
-- Past Siobhan
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