One of my students told me I look like Jessica from SNSD today.  

“Thank you, but she’s Korean.  I do not look Korean.”

I don’t know if it was because I was dressed Korean-y with glasses and plaid, but it’s bizarre being compared to Korean celebrities.  

On another note that encompasses the general weirdness of my neighborhood, a nine-year-old, chubby, awkward male student of mine asked about my glasses today.

“Teacher, glasses Fendi?”

“Uhh, yes.  How do you know?”

“My mom likes Fendi!”

I couldn’t do anything but crack up, imagining how much she has to talk about luxury brands for her odd little boy to instantly recognize their logos on his English teacher’s frames.

The same moms can also be seen forcing their children to speak English-only in the Lotte Mart (“But I want THIS candy!”  Stomp, stomp, stomp, pout.), and buying their kids $300 pairs of purple Uggs that they will outgrow in six months.  Samsung-dong.  Ridic.