The worst guy to run into is the 6th grade Creeper. I was tired, sore, and trying to eat all this heavy ass street food right after lifting weights which is uncomfortable enough as it is without his gay douche face and stupid haircut hee-haw-hem-hemming at me. He fed me one of his deep fried boiled eggs though, so I forgave him for being such a homo.
Yesterday Creeper came up to me and said something about how I eat odeng (fish cake), and then made a jack motion at me, because odeng can be slang for penis. I told Anne (Don't remember what pseudonym I gave my psycho CT) about how creepy this kid is, and this was her advice:
"Yeh if you want to eat street food there are many places in Seomyeon (10 minutes away). Because you know everybody talks about you eating street food and everyone is watching us all the time because we are teachers. Teachers are a respected profession in Korea so parents are watching our actions all the time, we are like entertainers."
Her solution is for me to not eat in my own neighborhood because it may reflect badly on parents' image of the school.
What am I filming fucking bumfights now?
Let me illustrate my current relationship with this awful bitch: A few days ago I bought my other CT a raspberry mousse for Parents' day. She's much older than Forty-Anne, but is prettier and has two kids. We sat and talked about our weekends while Anne sat drinking her insta coffee, looking childless and barren as ever. After she found some offs to fuck, cool-CT told me Anne got her second reprimand after I started work here. Same reason, preaching Christianity to 4th graders, but much more serious of a reprimand. With any luck, it was a Phil Leotardo "next time, there'll be no next time" warning. Cause once her mom passes and she realizes she's forever alone, she won't be able to keep a lid on the Jesus talk any longer than I can feign interest the latest African genocide.