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July 20th, 2006

mandarin lessons

It's 32°C (90°F) outside at 5:30 pm. Rumor has it that the temperature will break 40° this weekend, so I plan to spend as little time as possible outdoors.

With more than a month to go before the start of the fall semester I have decided that I already hate my Chinese class. After dropping one of my anthropology classes in the hope of taking it in the spring with a different instructor (preferably the guy who shouted my final grade out his car window) I was left with three extra credits available in my schedule. Almost all the classes here at the university are taught either three days a week (Mon, Wed, Fri) for 50 minutes each session or two days a week (Tue, Thu) for 85 minutes - but Chinese 101 takes up four days a week and gets in the way of every other class offered at that time. This means no parasitology, herpetology, oceanography, or astrobiology for pasha next semester. Hélas, quelle tragedie ... the Greeks never had it this bad. ;)

I did find another class though, which will certainly come in handy considering my future goals. This is good, but at the same time I only have two semesters left to take something off the wall and unrelated to my main area of study. Although if I find out that the vet hospital offers classes on large mammal behaviour that might be worth looking into as well.

a story of eight . 팔 vs. 폴

One thing I forgot to mention about visiting the Ku family last month is that I was wearing a new shirt at the time. By itself this is nothing too significant, but it did result in an unexpected reaction that afternoon. My shirt was a brown, orange, and white polo with a map of Spain and the words "Viva España" embroidered over the left breast, plus "ocho" and an arabic numeral eight (8) printed on the back. When Kyo Wook saw the reverse side of my shirt he started laughing and called his sister over to have a look. Jung Ah thought it was hilarious as well, which was also a sentiment shared by their mother when she saw it later.

I was a little confused over the source of their merriment, but Mrs. Ku cleared away the mystery when she pointed out that my name was on the back of my shirt. I knew from talking with Jung Ah in the past that the number eight in Sino-Korean (팔) is pronounced almost exactly the same as the name Paul (폴), but hadn't made the connection in relation to the polo. How fitting?