i felt as though i would nearly throw up in my first two classes today. if only i could say it was because i had disgustingly ugly students... i still felt pretty under the weather when my blasted alarm went off at 4:48 this morning (earlier than normal, had to get to school early to prep for the first day of classes). i forced myself to eat some cereal and drink my normal amount of coffee. perhaps it was the coffee on my raw stomach or the weird gooey stuff i have to slurp out of a pouch before i eat, but i was not feeling too hot for the first bit of my day. nonetheless, my classes went well and i have really lovely students.
when i entered mj's class, everyone cheered, yelled my name, and threw their arms in the air. it was really quite a welcome into class. i love being their conversation teacher. there is a girl in there who i interviewed last week. she was just precious when i interviewed her and i really hoped that i would be her teacher. when her partner got to introducing her, i asked the girl if i had taught her before. she reminded me that i had interviewed her. then it all clicked. her bright, bubbly, smiling face could light up the darkest of rooms.
my other classes went pretty well, and as the day progressed, i began to feel less and less like i would throw up. granted, i didnt really eat much of anything again today. i realize i have a little extra padding i could manage to lose, but this isn't exactly the most desirable way to lose it. oh well, i have a pair of uber sexy skinny jeans ive been trying to squeeze into lately. i feel like the weird redhead girl in devil wears prada who says, 'i only have two more stomach flus until my goal weight.' except id prefer to be normal size than only be able to eat a pack of bloody saltine crackers and an apple.
i watched an episode of sex and the city tonight, trying to get inspiration for a lesson on regrets im prepping for tomorrow. three words: new york pizza. all i could think about was the night i was in nyc, out with richard, wasted off of ketel one, eating the most delicious cheese pizza i have ever consumed in my life and in my dreams. did i make out with richard that night? did i?
too much ketel.
i was walking to the subway station this evening after a lovely class of three ladies who love to chat away. i needed to put more money on my bus pass and was kinda tired, yet i had a smile on my face. my stomach didnt hurt too bad and i finally was starting to feel like myself. after three days of feeling like shit, i needed something happy in my life. im pretty even keel and when i feel out of it for a couple days, i start to worry what's wrong with me. so when i started to feel happy again, i knew i was on the upswing. im back and fighting.
so there may not be much lining in my stomach left, but there is a silver lining, actually, several of them. if i hadn't gone to the hospital, i would have probably gotten better in a few days, none the wiser that my stomach was jacked up, only eating more kimchi until i got an ulcer. i became closer with one of my students and got to meet an incredible family, one that im truly grateful for and do not know what i would have done without. i stopped taking my health for granted. i am 23, yes, which is rather young, but 23 is not 18, not 16. i cannot just live without thinking, without questioning the impact that my choices will have on my body. i have gotten the craziness out of my life, i did plenty of that in college. and this whole incident made me realize how good i really have it, and that things can get really bad. but when shit goes wrong, you pick yourself up and keep on walking. because at least i have my legs and can still walk. i may not have my stomach and i may not be able to put chili flakes on my greasy, buttery, salty popcorn anymore, but i can still strut my long legs around korea.
let's just hope i dont get hit by a bus crossing jongno street.
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