Parents gone, Hello Millers

 On Friday, I was told I had a meeting for a summer camp coming up in the middle of July. I was told about the meeting on short notice after I had already made plans to go to dinner with my co-teacher and parents, who were in town. Since I wanted to make a good impression, I chose the meeting over dinner.

 When I got to the educational office, there was no meeting. Needless to say, I was a little bitter. I was especially bitter since I knew my parents and co-teachers would be swapping stories. I could already see the aftermath in my mind. I would be scolded and laughed at by my co-workers and parents. Oh, the humanity.

  I went straight out to my parents hotel in Seoul after the botched meeting. They weren't back yet. So, I called my co-teacher. 'Ohhh, Justin, your parents are so nice. They told me you are lying. You don't have to go home to take care of them or your family. And, they told me....' Ohhhhh, what was I thinking! '.....you are so bad, they said. We have sooooo many stories about you.' I've created a four headed monster.

 After talking to my co-teacher, I was afraid to even talk to my parents out of potential annoyance and nagging from them. My dad had already been nagging me (3 separate times on Father's Day) about what I am going to do when I return. When I finally got around to seeing them, they said my two co-teachers were lauding me with praise. (WTF?) My parents said, that my teachers have never had a native teacher who connects with the kids like I do. I definitely felt my chain being yanked by someone. Most likely it was being pulled by my handler, Ms. Yoo (who my dad kept calling Miss Woo). This is just like them to try and convince me through tricky means (see drunken teachers' dinner). She is a master of reverse psychology because her meticulous, anal retentive personality couples with her jokes. She is a two headed monster. Albeit the most genuinely nice two headed monster. One head is meticulous and crafty, the other is so nice that she gives you constant gifts and gives your parents a ride out of her way all the way back to their hotel. She is always careful not to compliment me outright. It's pretty wicked and impressive. Nonetheless, they were likely still being gracious to my parents. Whatever it may be, I am taking this with a grain of salt.

My parents loved it here. And they plan to do a lot more international traveling. Good for them. You should see the world before you see your nursing home.

Now, with my parents departed the Millers, Jackie and Robin, arrive today and tomorrow. No rest for me. Let time fly.

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