#oh yeah I downloaded it again because of the BTS update

[macattackz]

every year I randomly think about Knight Cookie again and thats one of the only things I think about from Cookie Run and then he fades away

[fresh-outta-jams]

Signed, Sealed, Delivered - Part 9

Namjoon x Reader Author: Admin Mo Summary: You’re in college when your soulmate tattoo arrives, an address. Sending a letter couldn’t hurt, right? Note: Super sorry it’s been so long since my last update. Morgan and Morgan and I just got settled back into school with our new classes and everything, so I should have more time now that I have everything figured out. Warnings: Some swearing, soulmate fluff Word Count: 1.8k

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, Epilogue

Your new film classes were kicking your ass. Most of them were three hours long, so one of your greatest challenges in them was not falling asleep at eight in the morning or late at night. Your...distractions the previous semester had prevented you from signing up for your classes on time and therefore, you had the worst schedule on the face of the planet. You woke up too early, got home too late, and barely had time for naps in the middle. However, you did have a window for talking to Namjoon, which was about all you could ask for.

Somehow, it seemed like he got hotter every single day. You more than dreamed about him now; his face floated around your thoughts during your classes, his voice filtered through your earbuds as you walked around the snowy campus. It definitely soothed your pain at least a little bit, that and getting to see your face every time you unlocked your phone or got a call from him. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled breathed the life back into the very drained half of your shared soul.

“Baby.” Namjoon waved his hand to snag your attention. Your mind had been wandering again. “You okay? You seem sort of distracted today.”

“I’m fine, Joon. Exhausted, but fine. What were you saying?”

“I asked you how our Sims are doing.”

You burst out laughing. When you had talked to him a few weeks prior, you’d made the mistake of mentioning the Sims game you’d been plugging away at, creating a perfect little life with your soulmate. Luckily for you, there were several talented Simmers who had uploaded their own Namjoons to the Gallery, so you could just download one that looked pretty close to the real thing. (Even closer with a dimple mod.)

“Joon is a scientist now.”

“A scientist? I thought he was an actor.”

“Well, he was, but I want to try to contact the aliens.”

“Ah. Understood. How are our kids?”

“They’re doing great. Added some new rooms on the house, got them a bigger TV, and I’m thinking about putting in a pool, but considering that they’re vampires, maybe that’s not the best idea…”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head at the absurdity of the little world you had crafted. “Yeah, maybe not, then.”

“Oh!” You blurted, sitting up straighter as you remembered what had been on your mind. “I have a bone to pick with you.”

Immediately, his eyes widened and his face reddened. Whatever this was, he had a feeling it wouldn’t be good. But then again, he couldn’t remember doing anything that would upset you. “U-um, jagi-”

“Uh-uh, don’t you ‘um, jagi’ me. You have no right. You have NO RIGHT...to go around looking this fine, what the hell, Namjoon. Your hair? So fine. Your face? SO FINE. How am I supposed to keep the girls off of you at this rate?”

“Jeez, you scared me. I thought something was wrong.”

“Also, don’t think I don’t see you lurking on my Twitter, you creep.” You laughed, causing his face to flush an even deeper red. “I have like twenty followers total, so someone with the username ‘rm_fan_94’ is going to raise some eyebrows.”

“Is it my fault you ReTweet all of the BTS Tweets gushing about how handsome you think I am? Sometimes a guy needs a little confidence boost from his beautiful girlfriend.”

That was new. You couldn’t remember him ever using THAT word before…

“Did I say something wrong?”

“N-no, you just, uh, caught me off-guard is all.” You coughed, cheeks burning probably the brightest red they’d ever glowed before. “Can I get that one more time?”

“What, ‘girlfriend’?” Namjoon smirked softly, his dimples prominent. “Well, that is what you are, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” You exhaled a sigh, something warm settling over your heart. “God, I really am, aren’t I?

“Shit, I never asked, did I? That’s a thing in the states, right? I’m supposed to ask you to be my girlfriend?”

“Well, I mean sometimes that’s how it goes, but not always.”

“(Y/N),” he suddenly got very mock-serious, “will you be my girlfriend?”

“Let me think about it.” You laughed. He pretended to wait with bated breath as you ‘thought about’ your answer to his very important world-changing question. “Yeah, I think I will.”

“Awesome.” He smiled. Namjoon was about to say something else before he was interrupted by someone walking into his and Tae’s room.

“Namjoon-ah, breakfast.” You recognized Hoseok’s voice as he entered, his face lighting up when he caught sight of what their fearless leader was doing. “(Y/N)!!”

“Hi Hobi!” You waved excitedly, hyped to finally meet him after watching him in videos for so long. “Nice to meet you!”

“Nice to meet you too!”

“I’ll be out in a sec, alright?” Namjoon told him in Korean. Hoseok nodded and then waved one last time before leaving the way he came. He looked back at you and sighed, torn. Obviously, they were all really busy working on their next comeback, even though they were still coming back down to earth after the Christmas/New Year’s Eve rush. You knew time was tight, but you always ached when it was time to say goodbye. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You blew him a kiss, and then he was gone, leaving you waiting for the next time you would get to see his beautiful face.

***

“Dear Namjoon,

I read your book. Cover to cover. Well, I guess because it was in digital format, from the top of the Doc to the bottom of it. And let me just say I am blown away. I’ve known you’re a good writer. You write the best letters ever, and also you literally write lyrics for a living, so obviously you’re good, but this was so much different than any of your songs in the best possible way. There’s so much character, so many heartfelt moments, but it’s also funny and lighthearted and then it tugs at your heartstrings. I ended up crying three times while I read it.

That said, there were a few phrasing things I noticed, and a few typos, but I think you’re way more fluent than you realize. I usually end up with waaaaay more mistakes in my NaNo books than you have in yours. I marked the ones I caught in pink and left some comments.

These new classes are killing me. My film analysis is boring and we have a pretty heavy workload. Not to mention it’s like three hours long. Draining isn’t the word. However, it’s not all bad. I still go to the K-Pop club and learn new things about you and the guys from all of my K-Pop-loving friends. One of them got me a Koya sleep mask for Christmas! They all know I’m super whipped for you (but they don’t know why, no worries!).

Did I tell you I have Moonchild set to my wake up alarm? Ironic, I know, but it’s my favorite song on Mono. You probably know that. I probably told you that. I don’t remember. I’ve kind of had a lot on my mind recently. I’m seriously counting down the days to spring break. My brain hurts so much, but hearing your voice and talking to you and looking at your face makes it a little bit better.

I love you so much,

-(Y/N)”

*** Namjoon had a plan. Granted, it wasn’t a very solid plan; he didn’t have all of the details worked out, nor anything scheduled, nor had he even asked permission yet. But, it was a plan no less.

Over the past few weeks, in your ongoing letter correspondence back and forth to each other, Namjoon had been collecting details, thinking through logistics, and going around to the camera crew and asking them some questions figuring that they of all people would have the answers to them. And for the most part, they did, and they were all very friendly and nice to talk to. Based on the conversations he’d had with them, it seemed like Part 1 of his plan would work out just fine. That left him to figure out parts 2 and 3.

Part 2, he figured, would be the second-easiest thing to accomplish. Actually, maybe the easiest, considering that Part 1 had required some digging and research. Whereas with Part 2, it was only the idea of it that was scaring him. In theory, actually pulling through with it would be easy.

So, once he had scraped together as much courage as he could manage, he went to the office of none other than Hitman Bang and knocked on the door.

***

“Dear (Y/N),

I’m sorry to hear your classes are so rough. I wish I could make it better. Thinking about you in pain pulls at my heartstrings in more ways than one. I really, really wish I could be there to comfort you somehow, but even then, I don’t think I would know how to fix the problem aside from supporting you and encouraging you to keep going because you’re almost there. Just a little longer and it’ll all be worth it.

As for my book...I’m super, super glad you liked it. Part of me was really afraid it maybe wasn’t as good as I hoped it was. We all have a tendency to look down on our own work, I guess, and sometimes we’re blind to our own mistakes. Thank you for helping out with mine, though. It means so, so much to me that you took the time out of your busy schedule to look over it and give me feedback. I’m also very sorry I made you cry. Thinking about that hurts me inside too.

I’m glad you’re having fun in your K-Pop club and making new friends and learning things! Just know that if you ever want to know ANYTHING, I would be more than happy to tell you anything you want to know. Also, I’m really sorry you have to keep me a secret, at least for know. Just know it won’t be a secret forever. Someday, you won’t have to hide who I am. I just hope that ‘someday’ comes sooner than it seems to be coming.

You definitely did not tell me Moonchild is your wake up alarm. God, you don’t know how happy that makes me. I’m glad you like it so much. Again, I’m so sorry this semester has been rough on you so far. And I’m sorry I couldn’t kiss you on New Year’s Eve. And I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you on Christmas morning. I’m sorry for a lot of things. I’m sorry we’re so far away from each other. I’m sorry it’s taking me so long to get to you. I promise I will soon, though. As soon as I possibly can. Every minute I’m without you burns, and I know you feel it too.

I love you to the moon and back,

-Namjoon”

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[noeliareads]

Airport AU | Bang Chan

Airport au

Pairing: Bang Chan x female reader

Genre: I dunno… fluff? 

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“It’s London time baby!” You exclaimed to your best friend over the screen of your phone. Belle laughed at your over the top excitement. 

“Be careful Li!” You grinned as you threw yourself on one of the seats in the waiting area. Your legs constantly crossing and uncrossing. There was a buzzing of people around you, rushing to their gates, buying coffee or last minute souvenirs from ‘America’.

“Yeah yeah. You know how I am.” You said. “School, dorm, explore, repeat.” 

“So you’re not gonna eat nor poop?” You cringed, while Bella couldn’t stop laughing, thankfully you had your airpods in.

“Minor details Isabelle.” You waved off. “But yes, I will be careful and I will call you as much as I can.” You were beyond excited. Your parents just dropped you off at LAX because you had a flight to London. You were going for a semester abroad program. You begged your parent to let you go and they finally caved in when you did all the house chores for a full year and managed to buy the ticket yourself. 

You talked with Isabelle for another half hour before hanging up. Her shift was about to start. She wished you a safe flight and hung up. And when she did you grabbed your carry-on and backpack (you felt weird leaving them there) and began to walk around. There was no point in staying in the same place for another hour until boarding began. 

You stopped by the bathroom to fix your beanie, which always ends up riding up your head. After that you spotted a Starbucks. ‘COFFEE!’ You got yourself a matcha latte  and made small talk with the barista before grabbing a seat in one of the only empty tables in the area. You pulled out your black leather bullet journal and began updating it from the previous day. Sleep, what was sleep? The dark circles covered by concealer were the evidence of the past sleepless nights before this day came. As a history major you were stoked at the idea of going to a place filled with so much history. American history is great but there is just something special about European history that tugged the strings in your heart. 

Before you realize it, it was boarding time. You scrambled to get your passport and ticket ready for the flight attendant. As you look for your seat, you couldn’t help but wonder ‘How the hell am I going to survive a 9 hour flight?’ Your ADHD was going to have a field day. You had more of the attention deficit than the hyperactivity but it was still there. You brought a book with you, had a few movies downloaded on Netflix, a very good playlist and you just hoped it was enough. 

Finding your seat, you plop by the window and throw your backpack on the seat beside you. You grab your phone and turn up the volume of the music playing. Everyone was settling themselves and the continuous noise bothered you. You were jamming along to Truth Hurts by Lizzo and maybe even ‘hit the woah’ as you sang along. (I just had to) At this point in your life you really didn’t care who saw you. 

“So you can tell your friend, "shoot your shot" when you see 'em. It's OK, he already in my DMs” You sing along when a shadow over your figure made you look up. 

A group of Asian guys with black face masks were passing through to get to their seats but one in particular stood right by the seat beside you. He had blonde hair, clad in all black with freaking Gucci belt and Balenciagas, the one that look like socks (I am so sorry.) He gave you a small smile and gestured towards the seat, where your backpack lay.

You quickly took off one of your airpods. “I am so sorry!” You exclaim,  grabbing the damn thing and shoving it under your seat. 

“No no,” He waved off. His ‘no’ sounding like nou but like if the the u got stuck in your throat or if your tongue covers your throat. Aussie. “We’re late anyways, you didn’t know.” Oh that accent… it thundered through in your auditory system (yes I am smart) and made your heart skip a beat. You were a sucker for accents. 

“Again, I’m so sorry. If you want some snacks that is not airplane food, I have plenty in my backpack.” Grey boy smiled, dimples on full display. 

“Thanks.” He said before extending his hand, “I’m Chan.” 

You take his hand and smile “Liliana.” 

The airline played their precautions and safety rules before preparing for takeoff. Takeoff, you hated it. You gripped the handles of the seat tightly as the plane jerked to move. You shut the window blind beside you  and closed your eyes.

“You okay?” Chan asked. You looked sideways and smiled halfheartedly. 

“Yeah, I just find takeoff very unsettling.” 

Chan smiled softly and turned to look at a brown haired boy who was also gripping the handles of his seat. “My friend, Han…” He began “Han hates takeoffs as well and we travel very often so he still struggles with it.” 

“Are you guys rich?” You blurt out as soon as the plane left the ground. Silently thankful for the distraction and conversation.

Chan burst out laughing. 

“Umm.. Eh?” He paused before asking a question. “Do you know kpop?” 

“BTS?” You knew like 2 of their songs because it’s the only thing they play on the radio whenever you turn it on. Chan’s eyes lit up and he nodded excitedly, 

“Yeah! I uh- I am…” He scratched the back of his head. “My friends and I are in a group. I’m their leader.” 

“But you’re aussie?”

“I was raised in ‘Stralia’ and moved to Korea for training.” You mouthed an ‘oh’ before nodding your head in awe. 

“Tell me more!” You ask. It was rare to find someone to talk to in a flight, much less someone your age and much less someone who is so interesting.

Chan proceeded to tell the story of how Stray Kids came together. The last time you were that invested in a story was when you read a book about Mary Queen of Scots! You kept on asking questions and Chan tried his best to answer how the trainee life works and what it takes to debut. 

“You know...” You wondered after maybe an hour of talking. “You still haven’t showed me your songs.” Chan turned to you with doe wide eyes. 

“Do you want to?” Nodding so enthusiastically that your brain jiggled in your skull. 

Chan pulled out his airpods (I swear this is not sponsored by airpods) and offered her one. ‘They’re not dirty, I swear.’ He had said.

“I really don’t know what to play.” He scrolled over the playlist a couple hundred times looking for the perfect song to play for you. In the end, he decided to shuffle. The first song to play was Awkward Silence. Nervous was a small word for what Chan felt. He was ok with people listening to their music. HELL! He was one of the writers and producers. Another thing was having someone listen to it for the first time in front of him. That… was nerve wracking. She could easily hate it. 

You kept your eyes on your crossed legs as the song played. Unconsciously your head began to bop along with the beat. Chan noticed this and smiled. ‘I like this!’ You mouthed. 

Most of the flight consisted of him showing your their songs, even showing you some 3racha bops. Your favorite was ‘Wow’ much to his dismay. You also showed him some of your recent favorites, to the point that in Channies next vlive he would play it. After a while you let him take a nap after hearing him yawn a couple of times. 

“Here’s your airpod.” You said after telling him to go to sleep. 

“Nah, you keep listening.” You smiled inwardly. You did want to listen to more of their songs and you had no wifi on the plane so his offering was a beacon of light. After his nap Chan and you kept talking. You talked and talked. It was surprising at how you two managed to keep a conversation without having (ha ha) awkward silence. (Ha ha) Conversations went from your life, to his family (being careful not to give in secret facts), why you were going to London, Stray Kids’s tour, everything. 

“You should come to our concert!” He said when the pilot announced they were about to land in Heathrow airport. He moved his body in your direction. “You’ll be my guest.”

“When is it?” You ask. 

“Tomorrow night. Give me your number and I’ll send you the details so you can come and have a good seat.” 

You nod and give him your number. When you landed you preferred to wait as the plane emptied before leaving. It was a nightmare getting your carry on luggage while everyone else was doing the same. You lost sight of Chan and his mates because they left after you. They were directed towards a different hallway. Mostly because fans were aware of their flight date and possibly were waiting for them. You didn’t even get to say goodbye. 

You walked towards the checked luggage area because you had to haul three big ass suitcases that carried your whole life. You waited for the last suitcase to appear and heaved as you tried to pull it out of the baggage carousel. A pair of pale hands helped you get it and as you turned to thank the person you were surprised at who it was. 

”Chan! Thank you so much!” The boy smiled and motioned for you to look behind you. 

There was a small group of boys smiling. 

“Liliana, this is Stray Kids.” All you could do was blink… and blink. No words came out of your mouth. They were attractive, very attractive. And being a new fan? You were blown away because you’ve never seen them. Them wearing facemasks doesn’t count. 

“Hi.” You squeaked. The boys each introduced themselves in english which was so sweet. 

One in particular caught your interest, especially because when he introduced himself, he said “Hello, I’m Han. Can I ask you a question?” You nod and he asked the following. 

“Chogiyo noona, hokhi namjachingu iseoyo?” The boys around them started laughing, Chan blushed bright red and all you could do was smile and nod. Not understanding a single word. Sadly their manager rushed them to leave. You said your goodbyes to the boys before turning to Chan.

“I’ll see you at the concert?” He asked, bouncing on his heels.

“I will be there.” You confirm. He smiled brightly and waved as he jogged back to the group. Giving you one last glance. 

Once you were picked up from the airport and settled in your dorm room you looked up what Han said to you. You recall that it was from the song WOW, that Chan showed you. You looked up the lyrics and blushed. Tomorrow was going to be a long ass ride. (For the nctzens)

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~ hello everyone! I hope you like this lil post. I had fun writing it and it cleared my mind from uni! Again, if you have any requesta, my inbox is open and I will try to make them possible!

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[junioradventure]

A Month Into Teaching English in Korea: an Update

So, it’s roughly been a month since I’ve been teaching at my hagwon. I can’t believe that a month passed already! I wanted to post an update about how things have been. I’ve had my fair share of struggles, so stay tuned hahaha.

First of all, the curriculum we have to teach is really not that hard to adjust to. Since our school provides us with the materials, prep time is not too bad. It’s mostly printing out the students’ weekly homework reports (depends on the class), worksheets, and downloading audio files. Each class, I have to cover a unit in the textbook. It’s quite straightforward.

The problem mostly lies in the fact that a great deal of the material can be so bland... Which contributes to a lot of the lack of interest during class LOL. And it doesn’t help that the classes are only 40-50 minutes along, so there isn’t really a lot of time to fit in additional material that I might be able to do to boost interest in class. It’s a difficult situation, but it’s mostly something that I have to just accept, unless I have the time to try and fit in my own ideas for class.

Which leads me to some other issues I found during my first month of teaching. Although I really do like teaching some classes in particular, there are others that are more difficult because there are either a. sleepy students (some kids have fallen asleep in class, and they said it’s because they’re really tired) b. really quiet students, or c. really loud, disruptive, and wild students. Mind you, this is my first time teaching an actual class, so even though these kinds of students are pretty typical in any given classroom, it’s shocking when you actually experience having to teach them LOL. 

For the sleepy students, I really feel for them, they come here after their actual school, and then sometimes have to leave really late (9-10pm for middle schoolers!) and then they have to go home to do homework due the next day. I know the education system in Korea is no joke. It just feels really discouraging when there are those few that doze off in class. I know not to take it personally, but I still kind of do since I have to wake them up and encourage them to push through the material LOL. Thankfully, I only experienced this with two students. One of them stopped dozing off in class but has now turned into a really loud, disruptive, and wild student... The other is just constantly sleepy, but he’s really smart and can do the work in class easily. He just nods off quickly. I’m thinking of ways to make the class more active, but there’s only so much we can do since we have to get through the book material. Thankfully, this problem isn’t too huge.

As for the quieter students. I have this one class in particular where I ask questions and I am met with awkward silence *cues Stray Kids’ ‘Awkward Silence’* and they don’t really participate much. 

Me trying to be enthusiastic in class but the kids hit me with the ol’ silent treatment... *awkward smiles*

The first time I experienced this, I was so drained after. This really begs the question, which is worse, a class full of rowdy, crazy students, or a class where getting them to participate is like pulling teeth? Truth be told though, I don’t know much about this class, so maybe I should think more about what I can do. I’m sure they’re mostly, if not all introverts too, so that’s also a factor to keep in mind. It’s not a bad thing, just a different perspective!

And the crazy, loud ones... sigh. Although they do put a smile on my face, sometimes it’s just too much and it’s really mentally exhausting dealing with them. It doesn’t help that the kids don’t really see the foreign teacher as having a lot of authority in class, and that discipline is also not really a thing for us to carry out. I’ve found going to the Korean teachers for the appropriate advice and measures helps a lot. They got my back, which is such a relief. I’ve learned to be a bit firmer now since I started off really compassionate about their behavior, and I felt “too nice” too, until my coworker told me for certain wild ones, being firm and strict is necessary. Sound advice, and will continue to do so, but I’m still gonna be sweet when I can LOL.

However, I do like getting to know my students better, and sharing jokes and fun conversations in class! For example, a few students like Pokemon so I drew some on the white board for fun, and they were so hyped lol. One of them brought their switch to class to show me their Let’s go Pikachu team and I was like “OMG DON’T BRING IT TO SCHOOL THAT’S DANGEROUS, SOMEONE MIGHT TAKE IT” Lol. Oh wait, Koreans don’t steal. Never mind. HAHA. Also, some of my students are realizing that I like kpop too. One of them was really shook because I knew BTS’ “You Never Walk Alone” album title when they made a pun about it in class LOL. She was like, “Are you an ARMY?” with a shocked face HAHA. I’ll be able to chat with them about it as we progress through the semester, so that’s a fun way to bond with them~

How my students look and act some classes.

But overall, my job is not super stressful or horrible. I do have my share of stressors, but it’s still a job nonetheless! I am still getting into the routine of each teaching day, printing worksheets, posting homework, writing detention lists, submitting my daily reports, and extra assignments that come up. I had a hard time yesterday because I totally forgot about extra essays I had to give in class. It didn’t help that I was feeling under the weather and pretty bad about it, but that was a blow to me and I felt so overwhelmed. It’s taught me another lesson in stress management. I’m still not the best at letting things go and pass so that I can stop stressing about it, but I was thankful for my coworkers telling me that it will be okay, and I can just adjust the schedule next week to get the essays done in class! I know it will be fine, everything works out eventually!

Furthermore, especially for the real young ones, I don’t feel like just a teacher. I feel like a babysitter caretaker. I teach one class of first and second graders, and a lot of them just started attending this semester. They can get rambunctious, but they’re literal kids so it’s understandable! It does tire me out sometimes though, when I have to constantly tell them to finish their book work. I’m learning that I have to be there emotionally for them as well, when no one else can. 

Yesterday, one particular student who is easily the rowdiest kid in my class was feeling down. They started off class per usual, going up to me, hanging on me, and treating my tummy like their own personal pillow. He literally calls me his cushion... I think it’s kinda adorable in a way, and he is LOL. Anyway, not even halfway through class, he stopped doing his work and put his head down. The other kids were hooting and getting all bouncy because of it, and at first I didn’t think too much of it. One kid said he was faking. I continued class, but as time went by, he didn’t bounce back like how he usually does. I went up to him and asked him, in a calm and kind voice, “What’s wrong?” in English. He refused to look at me. 

Oh yeah, so my school has an “Only English” policy for foreign teacher classes. Which, in theory, makes a lot of sense. A ton of kids, ESPECIALLY these youngins, keep trying to make me speak Korean, or “find out” if I can, which I have to play coy about. But in situations like this, where emotional support is also something a teacher could provide, and asking him, “Why?” and, “What?” in English wasn’t helping, I asked him in Korean, “What happened?” He eventually murmured, “Something sad happened to me.” I asked him if we wanted to talk about it, but he said no. I also asked him if any of his classmates made him sad, or if I upset him (since I did tell him sternly to behave prior), but he said no again. Thankfully, it was already the end of class, and I told him to cheer up and enjoy the weekend. He nodded cutely, and seemed visibly better, and dare I say appreciative that I checked up personally on him.

It broke my heart to see him so gloomy about something I didn’t know about, but I genuinely hope the weekend gives him a lot of rest and fun with his family. Knowing him, he will bounce back and be as playful and rowdy as usual again. But it taught me another lesson.

Anyways, that’s all I can think of at the moment. This post got really long too, LOL. I’ll write down things whenever something else important happens in class! I know I’ll continue to learn from these experiences!