This cute boy loves me. Either that or he is in complete awe of me. While I waited to go into my tkd, this boy left his class to stare at me.

I am really tired of practicing my poomsaes. The master is starting to drive me crazy. The school is named English Taekwondo but no one speaks English. The master tries really hard but when he speaks it’s like listening to chalk on a blackboard. He can put a few words together to say what he means but when I respond he has no clue what I say. It’s infuriating when he speaks to me because he repeats himself about four times when I got it the first time. Many times I try to speak to him but he misunderstands what I am trying to tell him. Having this language barrier can be annoying. I miss my old tkd school. At least there they spoke to me in Korean and there was some confusion but not as much as I have now.