I’m going to keep this short and simple as I am exhausted from a truly epic week of fucking terrible things.

I am now an English “Teacher” in Korea.  I use quotes because I am not, in fact, a teacher at all.  I am a day care attendant for an endless miserable stream of kindergarteners who have been raised with nothing but spite and malice in their heart for both me and my intentions of teaching them.

Each day I get up at 7:30 AM, I leave my “home” (tiny box, not home), at 8 and then I take a train for about an hour to bum-fuck Egypt where I teach 8 classes over 9 hours.

Most of these classes are 40 minute blocks where I “teach” (once again, in quotes) about a dozen children who punch me in the junk, scream at me, punch each other, cry, shit themselves, scream more, run, break, thrash, bite me and cause general anarchy.  After 40 minutes of me running through pleas for help to a list of gods and spirits that I think might be listening to Asia, the children leave, and I reconsider my life choices while walking to get the next group.  Eventually I make it home at 7:20 PM.

Today was the first day a child bit me.  Also I met a child who only said two things in English: “FUCK YOU”, and “kidneys, kidneys”.  After his second statement he proceeded to punch me in the kidneys.  He is 6. I hate him.

I leave you with this picture of a painting of sunflowers.  They represent hope.