While I ponder what Love is...

Nothing so exciting as those events in the last two previous blogs have happened to me this week. I'm getting into the groove of school and loving all of it except the waking up early part.

After P.E. Wednesday morning, I suffered for the rest of the week and at times could barely walk. I never got much of a chance to heal because we are fairly active in all my classes with the exception of those which focus on language. Warm-ups which require jumping around and rolling on the floor seem to be a normal part of all subjects, from acting to breating therapy.

I think I enjoyed my dancing classes the most. In "dance" we actually got to do steps with a partner (my partner looked like Mr. Bean) and in "styl i gest" we started learning some basics of different Rennaisance moves. I loved it, but like I said already, after P.E. every time I moved any body part it was painful.

I also love this "breathing therapy" type class I have Friday afternoons. My teacher looks like Anthony Hopkins. This is the class where we do everything from talk about our feelings to acting like animals. It's really wild, but quite helpful.

As I am getting to know more of the students I find there are a lot of really nice ones, especially among the Koreans. It is so cool to be going to school with so many Koreans again, and it reminds me a lot of Jr. High and early High School in a really bitter sweet kind of way. They think it is hilarious when we can be sitting in a class and out of no where I am just like "peh goo pa" which means "I'm hungry". I even sang them the little song I made up which I used to sing to my very sweet golden friend, Bonnie Cho and they were in such shock. However, unlike the Koreans I knew in the states who all had an English name, these Koreans go strictly by their own names, so especially during role call, most professors are pulling their hair out trying to get the pronunciation understandable.

I was able to get more free tickets to the opera tonight, so a whole gaggle of us are going: Kris, Me, Mike, Monika, Agata, and Kolbein (Kolbein is from Norway). Even though it's at the National Opera, it's just a symphony concert which is part of the Puccini festival marking the 80th anniversary of his death. I am holding on to the tickets this time, so hopefully no ticket-forgetting mishaps will occur. :)