Well really that last entry was strange. I no longer feel any connection to it. Anyway today was a rather crazy day because (drumroll please): My roommate ran away! Or rode his motorcycle off into the Daegu sunset as the case may be. Where to start? This story is so rich and complex, but the bottom line is that, aside from a ton of empty beer bottles and a sink full of dirty dishes, I am for the time being, Nick-free for the forseeable future. This past week has been highly stressfull at the academy, with my freakish boss at one point running in to the teacher's room breathlessly to criticize both Nick and I for a wide variety of miscues. She couldn't explain all this in English of course, so she had to have the Korean teachers translate for her, which proved an embarassment to everyone involved. Turns out that a number of parents have been calling in to complain about the foreign teachers, notably Nick, but I am not completely innocent myself. Apparently I called one of the kids a "son of a bitch" in Korean. Which is news to me, but it's certainly not outside the realm of possibility, beacause a lot of crazy shit goes down in my classes. For the record, I thought that "Ke-Seki" (son of a bitch) meant dog-baby, though now that I think about it, I should have put two and two together, though that's sometimes hard to do in the heat of an insane classroom. Anyway, the kid quit and the mom called the school in a fit of rage and wanted to yell at me. I'm certainly not proud of this incident, I'm quite sure it didn't happen as the kid told it to his mother, even though I can't remember it at all. Anyways a bunch of parents called in to complain that Nick was always late to class, drinking coffee in class, reading the newspaper in class, playing games throughout class, using his cell-phone. They had a point. Nick really was a crappy teacher. He was always the first in the teacher's lounge after a class and the last to leave to start his next class. He would always ask the secretary to order him food and then eat it leisurely while the other teachers were in class already. Meanwhile, the diplomatic thing to do is to have the Korean teachers order the food for you, and then shovel it down in four minutes or less then run to your class with sauce dripping down your chin, which is my preferred method.