Rice Poop

It's about my seventh day here in Korea and noticed a trend in my evacuations. Not the emergency kind but the bathroom kind. After a steady diet of rice and meats, some beef, some chicken, my evacuations are like nice, fresh...cooked rice. They are neat and compact in shape, a long oblong ship that makes a nice splash on the shore of the porcelein bowl.

It's cold here in the basement where I slowly type and converse with the mostly Canadian English staff. They like to say "wicked" a lot. Jay, the Jack of All Trades, the Korean CFO here at the school, talks loudly and excitedly on his cell and manages to flirt with a cute 40 year old Korean teacher asst. I am preparing for my class, six year olds who don't want to be here. I can't think of any six year old who wants to be in class.