I walked to work this afternoon at about 3.30 (Wednesday have the reduced schedule), and it was hazy, about 12 degrees (54 F?). The sun looked like an aging peach resting on a pale cement sky – it was sufficiently overcast that there was no glare to look directly at it, but the disk was a perfect deep orange color, like you see sometimes at sunset. Hmm… is this the Gobi sand sky you get from Mongolia, in the winter? I sort of remember some kind of phenomenon like that.
I took a picture of the path among the apartment buildings with my phone.
I had awoken this morning dreading my T2’s today. But Danny had given them a good talking to during his class, and when I got them at 8.40, they were moody but gamely putting in a sincere effort. I’d been remonstrated too, by my coworkers.
And so, all of us chastened, we made a go of the excruciatingly boring TEPS book (TEPS is a Korean high-school level English proficiency exam – the students’ motivation levels are not aided by the fact that the exam’s status is in flux currently, as there is much talk of it being replaced across the board by the TOEFL, which would make the test-specific instruction less-than-relevant).
Walking home, I took another picture, showing the view from a pedestrian bridge I use to cross the boulevard I call “broadway” in my mind (this is the still nameless “main drag” in my part of Ilsan City), looking northwest toward Juyeop station, and further along, toward Kim Jong-il’s socialist workers’ paradise, lurking out there in the night like a bad business proposal.
