Saturday, September 27, 2008

Dancing Queen

I just got in after a delicious meal at Burger King with Mel and the Portuguese fellow we somehow collected along the way, and I have such a funny story that it cannot wait until I wake up.

A few weeks ago, I realized that because most people in Korea have the last name of Kim, Park, or Lee, and because most people here go by their family name, I could call most guys Kimmy and get some sort of a response.

This evening I was out dancing and met three very nice brothers; while I was dancing with the middle child, we exchanged phone numbers and he inputted his name for me. I had thought he said his English name was Ken, but as I looked at the screen I literally laughed: Kimmy.

In case anyone was interested, today heralds my two-month celebration of being in Korea. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? My most serious wave of homesickness has passed, and as my boss noted, I'm already old hat with my job, ordering at restaurants, and navigating Daegu. Jin called me into her office to have a talk about the schedule; next month I will have yet another class, putting me well over the overtime level. In addition to my classes, I will have a group of beginner students with no previous English experience. There are plenty of negatives that accompany this situation, but I choose to focus on the positive: I get to name them all!


Julie (It is.) said...

LOL. That's positive!

I see a kit in my future - "Kimmy & Ken"

Tracy Paige said...

Kimmy! I remember Erin screaming that at the top of her lungs a few times. I swear to God we'll never grow up.

Sues said...

was he cute?