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Spent my last few days in Seoul with friends and family. Am still somewhat ambivalent about leaving, but growing increasingly sad about my departure. Really enjoyed being here, especially spending time with people I haven’t seen in 3 years, but alas, it’s time to go home and resume life. Enjoy the photos~
Gratuitous photo from when my dad and his wife visited me in Minnesota one year ago. We went to the Minnesota State Fair, St. Catherine University, the Spam Museum, Mill City Museum, James J. Hill House, Minnesota History Center, Mall of America, Punch Pizza, Lake Calhoun, and of course, walked across the Lake/Marshall bridge. Enjoy! ^^
Yesterday was awesome on several levels: hung out with my former UCLA TA (Dr. Paul Y. Chang), guest lectured for his class *Social Change in Modern Korea* on the topic of *Transracial Korean Adoption: History, Issues & Representations*, ate 팥빙수 with my dear friend Kyunghee at 청계천 (see image header and read “about the header” on my about page), and had dinner with my cousin Banghee’s family. And then ate 팥빙수 again. Awesome, I tell you.
I gave my website address to Dr. Chang’s students, so I’m posting this entry just to say HELLO to you all! I really enjoyed chatting with you during the break and after class. For more information about transracial Korean adoption, check out the links on the left sidebar (under Adoptee Organizations and Adoptees Speak) or feel free to email me (firstname.lastname@example.org) with questions. Study hard and good luck on your finals! ^^
Once upon a time, there lived two siblings named Sarah and Sam. Sam was in the army so he lived in Stuttgart, Germany with his wife, and Sarah lived in Los Angeles, California. When Sarah graduated from UCLA, Sam called her from Stuttgart and said, “I’ll send you anything you want from Germany… but not a BMW or a Benz.”
Sarah replied, “Actually, I don’t really need anything. Please send me more of that delicious German chocolate.”
Sam said, “Sarah, I’ve sent you a ton of chocolate already! Think of something and let me know.”
So Sarah talked with her parents, and her dad suggested, “Why not a porsche? They’re made in Germany.”
Sarah didn’t realize that; for some reason she thought they were French. So she called her brother Sam and said, “Oppa, I want a porsche.”
He paused, and said, “Okay, I’ll see what I can do.”
A few weeks later Sarah recieved a small box in the mail. It was from her brother! She eagerly opened the package… and pulled out a small, chocolate porsche.