Creepy...

I have a new student who well... concerns me. We spent forty minutes talking about the Japanese torturing the Chinese and Koreans during World War II, the serial killer who is writing his memoir and "how to," the fact that the kid wants to read it, how easy it is for a man to kill a woman, that he was diagnosed as a psychopath, and that he had been watching me the day before outside of school. ... Did I mention I accidentally upset him by asking his age? (The #1 question asked by all Koreans, but because I'm not Korean it wasn't okay...)

So until I get over feeling ill-at-ease, expect lots of "I love you's."

In other news, it's been 33 1/2 hours and Albert has not texted back. Augh augh augh.

In other other news, I've yet to receive my cell phone bill. Kind of concerned about them thinking I'm a louse and sending me to debtor's prison. (I'd like to avoid prison in Korea if at all possible...)

And to top it all off, days remaining with my kids is in the single digits, now. With Winston having punched David in the crotch today, I'm not so sure that's a bad thing...