Good Morning

The office is quiet right now.  I have printed out all my print outs for the first class of the day and so I sit at my desk and waste the last 15 minutes before classes begin in nearly any way that I desire as long as I keep quiet and stare intently at this screen.

My desk has a long bookshelf at its head that's divided into three compartments by two bookends.  In the first is a fake plant that appeared on my desk about 2 months ago.  No one has claimed responsibility.  There are packaged napkins left over from a half dozen runny noses and there are my 7th and 9th grade text books that I stopped consulting for my lessons about the same time I got the plastic flowers.

In the second there are copies of the last seven days of 'The Korean Herald', all clearly unread with their sleeves still on.  When my vice principle saw me reading the Herald near the beginning of my time here, he decided he'd have the librarian bring me the newest copy every day at noon.  I didn't have the heart to tell him that if I was going to read the paper that day, I'd already have read it on the internet.  In this cubby there is also a picture of me drawn by a student.  I am spread eagle and favouring my left side, which is my good side so impressive work on the artists part.  On the page is written 'Flying Kyle' and there are the obligatory stars behind me and a sun and I am saying "Yeah".

The office is filling up.  The home room teacher's meeting must be over.

Behind my computer in the last of the shelf space are a half dozen envelopes containing the pieces for stock market game I made.  Strewn about my desk are wet peanuts (a gift, but why wash peanuts? A wet peanut is a bad peanut as I have just discovered), two juices flavoured grape and strawberry-apple-radish respectively (gifts), a paper cup of peanut shells and pencil shavings, a full page note I confiscated a few days ago (entirely in Korean of course) and a ceramic coffee cup given to me by my principle.  Oh, and papers everywhere.  In my largest drawer I have the remains of a huge bag of assorted candy that has now become a largely empty bag of only cinnamon candy.  Korean children hate cinnamon.

There's the bell.  Good morning.