Being a six-year-old Korean boy, all he can tell is that you aren't happy about what he did but doesn't understand a word of what you are telling him. It is enough, however, to get him to behave for the rest of the class. He does, however, remain a nuisance for his entire tenure as your student.

Due to this and the general apathy that becomes more and more apparent among most of your students you decide to dedicate more of your energy into things outside the school and less to those in school.

You decide to begin this by taking a trip to the nearby city of Busan on the weekend, leaving on Friday night after work.

Bringing along your trusty guide book, you find yourself a cheap and clean, if somewhat cramped and unadorned, place to stay as well as many things to do and see. On Saturday, you relinquish your room on the premise that you may go home that night or, if not, you can easily find another one.

The sightseeing goes well and that night you decide to check out the bar scene. It turns out to be great and you see your first non-Korean faces since arriving in Asia. You try a few bars, drinking beer and listening to live bands and talking to a group of other foreigners.

After a while, the bands stop playing and the dancing begins. Having reached that not-quite-drunk-but-certainly-not-sober state that gives one a sense of brash self-confidence and energy, you decide to join in. You dance for a few hours, then realize you need to decide what to do as far as the rest of the night is concerned. You decide:

that, though you are having a good time, it is probably time to head to the train station and home.

to stay out until exhaustion overwhelms you, then catch the first train back home.

to call it a night and get a hotel room.