Today is the eighteenth of October in the year two-thousand nine. Thirty-one days from now I will walk into my first Korean class of somewhere around forty high-school students in Suwon near Seoul, the capital of South Korea.
I speak a total of three words in Korean, probably mispronouncing at least two of them.
I have never to my knowledge eaten authentic Korean food. Or inauthentic for that matter.
I have only traveled outside the United States one time in my entire life...two months ago. I am twenty-three years of age.
North Korea withdrew from the armistice created in 1953 on May 27 of this year. Last week, the North Korean military fired five short-range missiles off the east coast and declared a "no sail" zone that is still in effect. North Korea reputedly possesses hundreds of these short-range missiles that could easily reach Seoul.
Scared? Naahh.
Nervous? A little.
Excited? Hell yes.
