Unit Len Teacher

I have become a machine. A particularly foreign piece of coggery; a minion; a servant; a slave of epic proportions under the "Foreigners Don't Have Rights Because They Worship the Devil [money]" act of 2006. It is an interesting position to find oneself in. This is not due to a particularly oppressive work environment, nor inability to blend seemlessly into SK culture (beards, piercings and a penchant for sweating alerts locals immediately of a foreign entity present), life itself just overcomes you.

par example: There are 3.5 hours of free time allocated for this week. Do you:
a) run to the PC bang and desperately try to maintain intermittent contact with past friends and family
b) search frantically for people to drink with
c) cry
d) laugh at how lucky you are to have this much time to think about anything and then immediately fall asleep for a total of 6 hours, effectively quashing any number of responsibilities already promised.

The sheer quantity of engagements under any number of headings follows a bar graph with a parabolically rising curve. As all high school math students can realize, a parabola never fully becomes congruent, and another graph must be drawn, indicating speed of aging relevant to ascending parabolic slope. Under this method, age 60 can be approached in a matter of months. I fully expect to be bald and wrinkled by the time my ESL stint extinguishes. I then plan to use the remainder of my life to accost all agents of offense which have led directly to my condition. However, I also plan to roll in a significantly medium-sized fish-bowl of money.

Time allocation is a tricky, evil bastard, guilty of swindeling myriad happy, listless hours of pleasure away in exchange for a job of limitless responsibilities. One's once stalwart chum can become one's occasional acquaintance. To experience the entirety of life abroad, a vast number of sacrifices need to be made, and numerous treacherous conditions accepted.
Language must be learned.
Culture must be experienced.
Places must be visited.
Locals must be interrogated.
Artistic efforts must not be slowed.
Vision must not lose fortitude.

Punctuality and time become constant nemeses.
Operation: Moneyspend becomes an outlet of great release and of great admonishment.
Sleep becomes a mythical luxury.