There, I've said it. That's one of the not-so-secret nicknames that the students call my place of employment, L-Bridge Foreign Language School (엘브릿지어학원). I've decided my students are right. I'm not going to deny it or hide from it. Now, just a matter of coping.
I worked 53 hours from Monday to Friday. That's not counting the 2 hours of "obligatory social time" on Wednesday night. Nor is it counting the half-dozen hours I spent last weekend grading papers.
I'm within about a week and a half of being caught up, but because this was mid-term week, I'm already swamped again.
It was raining this morning – a cool, fall rain instead of the sticky summer type. And there was a nice chill in the air, walking home. I cooked myself some of my homemade 볶음밥, with chopped onions, garlic, chopped tomatoes and some finely chopped dried apricots that would be going bad, and kimchi and red pepper paste and rice stir-fried together with a bit of olive oil and an egg added to it.