(The prostitution is a joke, the debt is real. All donations will be accepted. I'll name the bakery after the biggest investor.)
So, that's what's happening in January. I'll be in Chicago at the French Pastry School. Probably living on the street with no money for food, but I'll be in school.
For now I have 12 more weeks with my tiny Korean monsters. 12 more weeks to teach another kid the difference between nice to meet you and nice to see you. 12 more weeks to be Peter Pan/Pants Teacher. 12 more weeks for my middle school students to call me an old hag. 12 more weeks to talk about poop and hotdogs with Sean. 12 more weeks to laugh and be very frustrated with my awesome coworkers. 12 more weeks to enjoy everything about this city.
And forever to be thankful for this past year... okay. Sorry. That was like way cheesy....oh gosh. 12 MORE WEEKS THEN I'M GONNA EAT SO MUCH CHEESE. I want an assorted cheese platter if any of you are thinking about a welcome home gift. Cheddar, Monterey, Colby jack, pepper jack...
Hugs and kisses from Korea.