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My little student who was hit by a car last week is going to make it. He pulled through surgery and while he is a bit (a lot) worse for wear he will pull through. I am really happy.
I saw my friend Sun-Young last weekend. I havent seen her since I did a camp in Greece 4 or so years ago. That was at one time the focus of this journal but I failed misearbly at updating it. This weekend I will see Dawoon. Actually tomorrow.
It is strange. These girls are Korean but they aren't my Korean friends, they are separate. They are my work camp friends. I never thought I would see them again. I barely recognized Sun-Young when she wasn't wearing ratty clothing and covered in mud.
I go home in less than a month. I am excited (I really want a fucking burrito) but I am worried. I have no job lined up, I frankly don't know what will happen with the girlfriend, I will miss my life here. I have this back up plan of teaching in Japan via JET if I can't find a decent photo job within a year. This has led me to lose sleep over what I really want to do:
Did I want to be a photojournalist so I could travel? Was it a means to an end? What is really more important to me? I dunno. Teaching again would be selling out, maybe, but I am not sure anymore.
I saw my friend Sun-Young last weekend. I havent seen her since I did a camp in Greece 4 or so years ago. That was at one time the focus of this journal but I failed misearbly at updating it. This weekend I will see Dawoon. Actually tomorrow.
It is strange. These girls are Korean but they aren't my Korean friends, they are separate. They are my work camp friends. I never thought I would see them again. I barely recognized Sun-Young when she wasn't wearing ratty clothing and covered in mud.
I go home in less than a month. I am excited (I really want a fucking burrito) but I am worried. I have no job lined up, I frankly don't know what will happen with the girlfriend, I will miss my life here. I have this back up plan of teaching in Japan via JET if I can't find a decent photo job within a year. This has led me to lose sleep over what I really want to do:
Did I want to be a photojournalist so I could travel? Was it a means to an end? What is really more important to me? I dunno. Teaching again would be selling out, maybe, but I am not sure anymore.