It’s dinner before 2011 and some friends and I shed some tears over kimbap. We laugh because those who observe us think we’re crazy. But that’s okay; we’re crazy.
It’s midnight and there’s fireworks over Queen Mary. He sings “Auld Lang Syne” with a Scottish accent. Did you know, “Auld Lang Sang” means “long long ago”?
It’s daylight and my friend and I hit the road. We talk about past, present, and future ch-ch-ch-changes. It drizzles here and there. And I know I’m going to miss these road trips.
It’s Monday and I’m at work. Some kids have new haircuts, shy and hidden under their hoods. I kinda missed these kids. But I definitely miss winter break.
It’s Tuesday, my birs… day. There’s a video in my email and I can’t believe it’s not butter. It makes me laugh out loud in an empty classroom. A little later, students sing happy birthday for me after morning announcements. And I’m greeted by happy birthdays in every class. In response, I make peace signs with both hands, I don’t know why. In the evening, there’s a celebration with those whom I love. They enjoy interrogation, while I gobble up the chocolate cake. And it’s twilight.
Some time during the latter half of the week, my sister and I eat something poisonous and experience major stomach problems. There is no warning sign, and on Friday night, he witnesses an atomic explosion. I will be mortified forever. And I ruin our Saturday evening plans. Which was supposed to be special. Maybe another day, perhaps? But I’m feeling much better. Thank you.
It’s Sunday evening. January 9th. So far, so good.
(no more food poisoning, please…)