The secret life of the native english teacher. We live for our weekends and go HARD once that final bell rings on Friday. Once school was out, I met up with Margo at the bus station to head to Majeon, the small town nearby where she lives, to gather her things and then off to Daejeon (the "big city") to have a night of it. I brought a duffle bag full of clothes, jewelery, and shoes. You know, the important things in life. After hanging at Margo's, she informed that I would be carrying this duffle bag, bearing the name Sierra Club, around Daejeon with me on our classy night out. Nothing says class like a duffle bag that looks like it has a dismantled body in it. This was unhappy news but I made it
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