It’s been a tough week. Michael Jackson passed away, of course, and I also finally told the students at my school that I’ll be leaving in August. They’re taking it pretty well (in fact, a little TOO well, ha ha), but still, the atmosphere in Tommyland is a bit down overall. Along with that, there’s the unexpected cold drift coming in from a couple of homeroom teachers (apparently a bit miffed that I’m leaving) as well as the Principal who’s also become a bit grouchy towards me (he refused to write me a letter of recommendation saying that he’ll do it only after I come back to Korea; at least it gives me a reason to visit the school in the winter).
So what am I to do with all this distress? What else? Dance, dance, dance. Or to be more accurate, “dance” with big, are-you-kidding-me quotation marks. Trust me, I’m under no delusions; I know I’m no Fred Astaire. I’m just hoping the kids get a kick out of it (and strangely enough, I really DO feel a whole lot better about everything!).