I Didn't Fall...The Floor Needed a Hug

I like to think I am a good person; a nice person, in fact, which is why I found myself playing kickball this past Saturday with the P.E. class. For those of you who don't know, the center is open on Saturdays and a variety of classes are offered, such as P.E. or board games, which is what I teach. Anyways, I digress. The middle school P.E. class only had 3 students, so I volunteered myself to play kickball so as to make the teams a little bit larger. I should have known it would turn into a whole mess when I was picked last! I understand the middle school boys had never seen me before, but my whole 5'1 body has a lot to offer when it comes to playing sports, like jumping up and down when I am cheering or having a moderately decent running stride. Even with all the positives I could offer, I was still picked last thanks to a quick round of Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Mo. The game started off without a hitch, and all was going well until about 25 or so minutes into the game. I was running to 3rd base (quite fast, might I add), and one of the boys from the other team ran into my path and bent down. I had too much momentum to do anything other than trip over his body and land ever so gracefully on my right knee, which happens to be the one I had surgery on a few years ago. It was certainly not a comfortable feeling, multiplied by the fact we were on sandy gravel and I managed to scrape up my palms. Nevertheless, I got back up (gently pulled by a coworker, more like) and hobbled my way to home base. I continued to play the game, and my team did win, so the injury was well worth it in my eyes. Looking back, I am sure it was quite the scene to watch me go flying over a child and just crumple to the ground. I might wait a few weeks, however, to play another game quite so rigorous.

Little ol' me playing in the school yard

That being said, the literal next day six of us English teachers decided to meet up for a fun game of laser tag (yes, lots of running was included). It had been a few years since I played, but laser tag was incredibly fun. I managed to kill two whole people in the entire 10 minute game. Before any of you ask, yes, I was shooting at people. There was obviously something wrong with the trigger and not with me or my aim. Us English teachers ended up playing with a young family with the cutest little boys. One of them was so small his vest was slipping off his body, but do not let his cute demeanor diminish the fact that he was an absolute beast in the arena. He had at least 5 times the kills that I did (and his accuracy was about 50% compared to my meager 4%). His mom was also the quintessential Mama Bear. Anytime we would even look in the direction of her children, we would already be shot dead. I have no idea how she managed to be so stealthy; I would look down to see my vest flashing, indicating I was dead, and I would turn around to find her gun aimed at me, smirking because she had, once again, murdered me in cold blood. I was killed about 20 times in total. We also played another round of tag with about 7 other Koreans. It was an individual round instead of a team round, so we were all on our own. At one point I was being chased around the entire maze by an older man who was dead set on killing me. I managed to shake him loose, but not before having to double back like 4 times. I definitely got my money’s worth!

This weekend also held the honor of me trying my first ever birria tacos. Yes, this is a traditional Mexican dish, and yes, my first experience was in a country 7,000 miles from its origins. When I tell you, however, that these were the best tacos I have EVER had in my life, I am not lying. They were the perfect amount of juicy and salty and fresh. The cilantro on top was the perfect addition to the tacos. I have inherited many things from my father, but I am happy to say the cilantro soap gene was not passed along (suck it, dad!). If you ever find yourself in Busan, I highly recommend this restaurant. Actually, scratch that... just make birria tacos at home and simply pretend you are eating them in Busan.

Best tacos in the world

Furthermore, I went went back to the thrift shop where I bought my blue coat (mentioned a few posts back) and scored 4 more pieces of clothing. I cannot wait to wear them around town, especially since they will provide more pops of color in my life. Everything else has been going well for me, so stay tuned for some exciting developments occurring in my life.