Thoughts on my way to almost missing my Strategic Management Class. In no particular order.

Seoul. 08.09.21

I’m still scared of strangers.

If I’m asked a question about the difference between concentrate makers and bottlers, I’m screwed.

Those are incredibly tight jeans.

I still do not speak Korean.

I hope that I do not leave a period stain on this rather blue public bus seat.

I hope he doesn’t see that I am in a café.

I hope the students in the café don’t hate me if I have to speak.

I should probably finish this sandwich off camera.

Is it worse to wear a mask, seeing as I am in a café. Or better to not, seeing as I did not manage to finish the sandwich, and am, in fact, taking class from a café?

Today, what is the reason for the looks I am getting? Yesterday, it was because I was sadly using my laptop in a no laptop zone in the library. For hours.

(Now we have started the class). There is a student using her laptop in a café and the bass we hear every time she unmutes is mortifying.

Additionally, a girl who only knows me by my facebook name (a chocolate bar) is in this class. Last time I saw her I was chatting shit at 1am on a random street in Hongdae. Mortified on all levels.

All to say, I don’t know why I bothered to order this espresso.

And now, I just hope that I don’t bleed on these brown leather seats and can cut in a break to the library before I’m asked a question at all.

And if I’m asked about the differences between concentrates and bottlers, again, I will cry. À bientôt kids!