So we sing these songs at camp. They're super cheesy, and we have these choreographed dances to them, but I realized as I was dancing and laughing with the kids tonight that I actually *like* all of this campy silliness. Shhh ... don't tell anyone. ;) Our dances are way better, but check out these videos and you'll get the idea. Imagine these blaring out of huge speakers at 7:30 AM as the kids line up outside in Korean monsoon rains to eat rice and kimchi for breakfast. Worlds collide.

Phew. I'm finally in a room with internet. It's been a while since my last post, and in that while I've finished up with Camp Fulbright, done a short weekend camp, and just started another week-long camp in 여주 (Yeoju), a town outside Seoul.

I've learned a few things at camp. Sometimes, without prompting, kids will make paper mache masks of your face.



Nothing really gets down at staff meetings.



"Henry" sounds like "hungry" and apparently that's hilarious.



And not only is my arm hair made of gold, it's "very expensive". I was assured of this by one bright child, nearly twice a day. I heart camp. ^^