Soju! Mekju! Makali!

Two things happened in school today that I thought were worth mentioning.

In my one class I had today, I was bent over two girls helping them with their worksheets. I must have had some stray hairs hanging out down because both of the girls grabbed strands of my hair and pulled them out of my head. They then continued to hold them up to the light and play with them on their desk after I left them. I was told that this happens sometimes in Korea, because people here only have dark hair so they aren't used to seeing blonde hair. But it was really strange once I actually saw kids do it. Kind of creepy.

The other thing that happened today was that 3 of my classes were canceled and all of the students got to go home early so that the teachers and some parents could play kickball, volleyball and dodgeball together. It was a lot of fun and pretty hilarious/pathetic. 95% of the women who played with us either ducked or screamed when the ball came towards them. Most of the games were played by the few men we have at our school. It was kind of frustrating for me at times because I actually want to play and know that I can at least hold my own if I'm given the chance. As per usual, I didn't know what was going on half the time...still unsure of who won the games. I was the most confused during dodgeball because apparently Korean dodgeball is very different than the American version. There is only one ball used and you only get out if you're hit by the ball, not if your ball gets caught. They also have this crazy rule where once you're out, instead of sitting down you go behind the opposing team and you can hit them from behind with the ball if it comes to you. The game wasn't as fast paced as our version, but the extra rule makes it so much fun. Again though, the guys pretty much dominated the game. After the tournaments we all congregated in the school cafeteria where, of course, there was beer and Soju and Makali and kimchi waiting for us. At the end of our mini meal, there was still a lot of alcohol left over, so I grabbed a bottle of beer, Soju and Makali for my host dad, since the way to his heart is through alcohol. I lined them all up on the kitchen table when I got home for him to see when he came in the door. I was laying in bed and heard him come in. Suddenly I heard him gasp and say, "Soju! Mekju! Makali! Ohhhh yeahhhh." Probably the greatest thing I've ever heard him say.