Poor little Hyun Ju. She felt strange and she couldn't stop thinking about death during our speaking class. No matter what I asked her, she kept talking about people dying. At any rate, when she's the UN Secretary General, she'll either make a time machine or (very foul tasting) medicine that allows you to live forever. Also, if you eat a popsicle and drink cola together, it's funny and gross and you'll spit it everywhere.
11-year-olds are perplexing and badass.
.sigh.
Another* schedule change? An additional class on Friday, you say? Alright. On with it, then.
* I have to write the exact date and time on each tiny schedule paper that appears on my desk so I can be sure I've got the most recent one up on my wall. It's not unusual to get 3 in a day.
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