The Package

'Are you a teenage boy?' The first question out of my co-teacher's mouth after she saw the contents of my package. After all that excited build up for the package the contents did not excite her one bit. She had that disappointed look on her face. Her voice laden with disapproval. 'They sent you video games....?'

'Yup!'

'What are all these games?' They are picking up and laughing at the video games I had sent over. Not that laughing with you. That laughing at your pathetic child musings. Like sleeping with your blanky or Teddy, or a bad ass Husky named after Napolean Kaufman. 'Justin......' she disgracefully shakes her head, 'Did your mommy send you these?'

'Naw,' I reply giddily while unwrapping the massive bubble wrap surround a controller, 'I sent my dad the money to purchase and send them.' Oh, you child, Justin. You child.

'Are these.... games.... all you got?'

'No, no, not just video games. I got a pair of jeans, too.'  I say to make myself look better. That didn't help one bit. 'And this movie!' I hold up the Big Lebowski, a classic. It goes unnoticed.

'Justin, you can buy these here! All of these things!' All of them in unison.

'No,' I plead, 'you can't buy designer jeans like those in my size for that price in Korea.'

'What size?'

'Way too big American size. I got hips like a woman. Plus they are super cheap designer jeans' I reply.

'No.....wait,' she checks the tags. ' These are designer jeans (a good pair of Lucky's) for 35 dollars? Oh.....No, nevermind. You cannot find these here in Itaewon for that cheap.' I may have won this small battle but I definitely lost the war.....

'You can buy the PS3 here.'

'No,' I try to explain, 'I can't play certain regional American games if I buy it here......' NERD ALERT! NERD ALERT! NERD ALERT! 'Nevermind. I never should've opened the package here.'

I think to myself, 'This is a lost cause.'

They laugh pathetically. They look at each other. I miss what one of them says in Korean. I catch the response in English 'What are you talking about? He is still a teenage boy!' Cue the laugh of disappointment and shame for their new teenage Native teacher. Too bad I'm not teaching middle school boys, I'd fit right in. I am pretty sure by tomorrow all the teachers in the school will know thank to my main co-teacher. Her other nickname is 'Broadcasting.' Fitting. Trust me.

No cultural difference this time around. The same thing would happen anywhere.

At least the cute card my mom sent me took their minds off my giant box of electronics for a little while.

Thanks again, MOM AND DAD!!!!

Notes: 

The hair is getting cut. Possibly this weekend. Since there was a tie for first with 5 votes, I get to choose. When it all comes down to it, I am the dictator of my hair. No G-Dragon this time.

Halloween is next week. I am dressing up at superman.....and maybe Harry Potter if I can find a good mantle (cape) to wear.

I am hoping Drake, another native teacher, still wants to go looking for insane suits. Particularly an orange one and baby blue one if you get the movie reference. Plus, I just want a ridiculously colored suit.