From the BK to the SK
 
So my friends and I decided to have a Thanksgiving dinner together on Thursday night. One of my friends came across an ad for a Thanksgiving Turkey Dinner Delivery service (that was a moutful to write), and so we all chipped in for what sounded like a great celebration. None of us have ovens, and to tell you the truth, if I had an oven, I wouldn't have volunteered to cook the turkey, anyway.
We all met after school, and it was a weird day. I am used to waking up from a night out where I may have accidentally come home and already started helping myself to my family's Thanksgiving dinner, waiting around all day watching the Macy's Day parade while counting down the minutes to eat. (Apparently my little brother came home at 6 a.m. with no shoes on and no legitimate explanation, so it may beat my eating our Thanksgiving dinner side dishes two years ago.)
There was no 'Happy Thanksgiving!' greeting when I walked into school, despite the fact that I mentioned about it being Thanksgiving Day. It didn't feel quite like a holiday, because I can't recall a holiday where I ate my dinner at 8 p.m. at night after a long day of work.
That's right. Unfortunately, the turkey arrived later than planned, so my friends and I stood there tapping our feet anxiously waiting for a dinner we were about to rip apart like savages, as we had all decided to skip lunch so as to make sure we were fully prepared for the meal ahead. Bad choice.
The turkey, gravy, stuffing, cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie all arrived, and we took our seats - keeping it traditionally Korean and eating on the floor - and all stared at the turkey.
"Um, does anyone know how to carve this thing?" I asked. We all laughed. I looked at the knife and decided against it, seeing as I sliced my finger cutting up vegetables earlier this month.
Our friend Rachel went to work, cutting it while we kind of just decided to be cavewomen and dig into the stuffing with our forks. A few hours later after devouring every last bit of dinner and dessert we could manage, we were sitting like zombies, almost in tears that we would need to teach the next day after recovering from an extreme case of food comas (not a smart idea in the real world).
Thank god I have four of my favorite classes on Friday, because when I woke up I debated - as if it was a life or death decision - as to whether I would go into work or, as they say in Korea, "take a rest".
My students made my day incredibly enjoyable, as playing Thanksgiving Bingo with them is really a blessing in disguise. They get SO intense, and they're all chanting things like "Gimme turkey!" or "FALL! FALL! FALL!", and they wait on the edge of their seats as I dig through the bag and pull out their fate.
But then I play an extra game for some candy, asking, for example, "When in November is Thanksgiving?", and receive responses such as "India", "Pilgrims" and "November" for answers from my lower level students. Oh, how I love my Friday classes.
 





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