The forests inspirational. The heights indescribable. If only I had the strength, not just the desire, to freeze time and stay in the serenity of this natural fantasy world. The storm clouds roll in and flood the island with torrential rain, exposing the frivolity of the worries I bear. A glorious week of isolated hiking and camping, circumnavigating the mountains of this surreal island.
Adjusting to the busy-ness and noise of even my country town is painful.
A first-year HS student of mine was one minute late to school today. Our school’s policy conducts the student to approach, apologize, and give reason for his tardiness to three teachers — his homeroom teacher, the teacher of the class for which he was late, and the grade supervisor. I overheard the following exchange between my student and his homeroom teacher:
Student: Sensei, I’m so sorry for disrespecting our school, the teacher, and my classmates.
HR Teacher: You did, didn’t you? Do you understand that it was also a disservice to yourself, to miss even a minute of class? Why were you late to school today?
Student (in complete seriousness): I was really hungry this morning… I had an extra serving of rice.
A couple months ago, Liz had a great idea to keep our former small group connected and communicating through food: monthly recipe shares!
This time around was my turn to pick a recipe the three of us would have to make at some point during the month. I chose a spicy soba dish from one of my favorite bloggers. It was good, but I’d probably change it up if I were to ever make it again—more cabbage, less soba, more garlic, less soy sauce, and most importantly, more spice. I could barely feel the heat; perhaps my taste buds are too Korean for this recipe.