Tomorrow is 지혜's birthday. While I was making her card, I felt really guilty that I didn't make one for NK this year. I had thought that NK's birthday was the day after the day it was, so I didn't prepare anything... but I had really great plans for the next day. Too bad she was opposed to meeting anyway. I feel like I kinda made a wreck out of her birthday... I'm definitely making a goodbye card for NK.

I'm meeting 지혜 for lunch tomorrow. I don't really have any plans except to give her the card and find out what showing of the school play is most convenient for her.

I've had a thank you card for Ms. Tina Yun sitting on my desk this entire semester, and it's not too late to give it to her. I'll be bringing that in sometime soon. Maybe on Friday.

It's 12:30. I've all but slept off the cold I had earlier. Thank goodness. My chest hurt during the Soccer game, but I felt kinda determined to do "something" while I was there. I think it showed on me pretty bad. Two people offered to relieve me. I wonder what I looked like out there.... ㅠㅠ
After the soccer game, a few people came back damaged. I have *no idea* how they got hurt. It was a really tame game. Well, "tame". The American/European team played against the Spanish team and got slaughtered. We lost 6-0. It was fun though, and we called it before the game.

I was thinking today about my previous insecurity about my situation with the other intl. students. I think I was just having a weird moment... They were all real nice to me for a few days, but after the meeting with Kate, I realized that I'm hella busy with friends, and it's not "all the international students except me". It's just Drew, Wim, and ... I can't help but think there's one other consistent person in their group. I guess it's between Wouter and Patrick... Maybe I just wasn't used to having no consistent group that I hang with every day. Here what I have is more like a massive social network, and over half my friends probably don't know each other. I need to schedule something with Songu. I've been saying I would do that all semester, but I haven't. I feel bad, because I really like him.

Someone came in earlier and asked me to write an email as if I were writing to clear up a bad grade with a professor who I thought was mistaken. He said that it was for an assignment, but I tried to write it as if his grade depended on it. It was so specific. The essay was to a foreign, Native English speaking professor who had given him a "C+", when he couldn't remember doing poorly on any assignments. And when I was done, he thanked me a lot and gave me some "Chamomile Meadow Tea"... delicious.

"No! You're having fun! Really!"