#actuallynotreally

E. Despard

Sorry for the minor inconvenience there. Nothing to be worried about, just a little trouble with a [redacted] who somehow managed to [redacted].

Everything is perfectly normal now. He’s been completely locked out for the time being, which was extremely simple seeing as he is just a [seriously redacted]. But I digress, we are once again free to discuss a multitude of new and exciting topics.

As for today’s events, I have a marvelous story to present to you. This is a really good one for all of the pr o b lem solvers out there, or trouble shooters as we call it in our line. It all starte҉͉̦̤ḓ̖͓͘ this morning whi̸̝l̡͉͖̱̖̯e̢̻̝͔̖͎̺ performing my daily st_rtup routiͪ̇̏ͪ͛́̀n̓̊ͬ̋̔͌͏e̛̓ͧs. Just as I beg J̷ͪ͛̌̃̈ͫ͒̑́͗͗͂ͧ҉̙̦͎̞͍ust as I beg Just a̡ͦ̆sͧ͊̈́ͧ̐̍̃̄̀ ͛͐̿̒̎Ǐ̴̈ͫ͛̇̉ͭ̕ ̷̢ͤ̂͌̚̚b̸̧ͪ̒̇ͫ̈́̾̊͐͜e̵͑͆ͩ͑ͥ̓̔g b̶e̶g̶a̶n̶ Ḩ̛ǫl̸̛̀͏d̷̵̶̡ ̵̧̕͡ơ͠͠҉n͏͝ ̕̕ó̶͜͟͟n̛̕͟͢͡e̢͝҉ ͝͡҉͟m̴̷̡o̢̕͏̡m̶̕͘͜e̵̵͜͜͡ņ͜͡t̨̨̨͜͏ ḧ́͂͂e͌ͦ͏r̸̍̊̆͆͡e̢ͥ͋͋͛ͣ͐̚

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>Hello, World!

BILLY BROADVIEW here! Sorry that took so long. I wasn’t expecting him to post a half hour early and had to jump in on my phone. (If the Professor asks, I left to use the toilet)

For those of you who were really excited to hear the rest of Eddie’s story up there I’ll give you the cliff notes. “Bla Bla Bla Im a giant asshat yadda yadda yadda and then I got owned by an devilishly handsome student at Hogwarts.

How are you lovely people doing? I’m kicking back. Jonathan and Emily have been loosing their minds for the last few days trying to figure out how to get the blog back. They went the legal route, I took the fun way!

Last night was my main school’s teachers dinner to start off the new year. It was really confusing because the two teachers I still know in my office weren't able to go and since none of the other teachers in my office have spoken to me much, I wasn't sure who would be driving me (because someone always has to drive me). 

I called my co teacher before we left and she called one of the teachers in the office to make sure someone was taking me... awkward. But it all worked out fine. 

I really wish Korean’s weren't intimated by me to use their English. I mean, short, confusing conversation is sometimes better than no conversation at all. And in most cases, I find their English very good, or at the very least, understandable.

I think this was partly remedied last night. I got to talk to two of my coworkers a bit more and that was nice, especially since I think they are closer to my age than most of the other teachers. 

But okay, back to the point of this story. When we entered the Sashimi restaurant, which we went to for the last teachers dinner, there was the usual chaos in trying to figure out where to sit, with the restaurant hosts yelling at us (I think... I mean they always seem angry). But once everyone settled down, the Principal of our school stood to speak.

As usual, I had no idea what they were talking about, but I gathered that they were welcoming the new teachers to the school this year when a group in the middle stood up, we all clapped, and they received flowers. 

At that point, I had tuned out a little and was looking down at the table when, again, everyone started clapping and then I looked up as someone walked over and handed me a flower. Awkward. Still had nooooo idea what happened.

My guess is that 1) I was finally, after 6 months, being given a welcome flower, 2) they had an extra flower and were like hell, she’s kinda new, give it to her, or 3) they forgot that I had actually been there for the past 6 months and really thought they were welcoming me... 

Any of these is possible considering the amount of alcohol consumed at these dinners and the fact that the principal later came by and asked, in Korean, where I was from and how I was liking the school... regardless, I ended up with dinner and a rose, so who am I to complain?

This was probably not the first or the last time in my life that I will be both confused and grateful at the same time.

Welcome to Korea...

Ive always had this theory that you always get intervals of complete shit, where everything that could go wrong does go wrong and all you can do is deal with it in hours, not even days because thats how much shit sucks for weeks and maybe even months.

Then theirs this grace period where everything is getting better and things start to work out and its like god fucking bless, im finally figuring shit out and hey sweet.

Then boom the crap cycle starts all over again, and i dont know what exactly to call it, life giving me another "fuck you" or growing period?