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So, I'm laying in bed and decided to just post a little something. I spent the night putting pictures of the year in an album. It really has been quite a year. I can't believe there's only two months left and I'm out of here. I was sitting in class today watching one of my girls reading from the story Little Red Riding Hood, and thinking about how she wouldn't stop crying for the first week she was here. Even after that she kept trying to escape from my classroom. She hardly knew the alphabet. Then all the kids were coloring and I was listening to them all chatting away about whether this Korean folk hero died in battle or not... but the thing was they were all speaking in English. In ten months these little people have learned another language and can talk to eachother. I am so proud of them, of me, of everything. There have been some really trying times this year (my health doesn't agree with Korea), but I wouldn't change it for the world.