Jumping Out of Bed

Life in the Kuperus family seems to have settled into a routine (if such a word as ‘routine’ exists in our life).

Every morning I wake up and start my day off well with a routine: jumping out of bed the six foot (or about two metres) to the floor below. (I live on a top bunk.)

And every morning I hope I don’t jump through the floor and remember that there might be someone beneath us.

And every morning the ground holds firm and I remember that there is no one beneath us.

Except this morning. (No, I did not go through the floor.) This morning there is someone beneath us. Koreans in fact. I’m getting rather a good handle on some Korean phrases:

탁구대는 끝내주

A new quarter is rolling around at the University of the Nations, and students are pouring in from literally all over the world. I’ve met Koreans, Norwegians, Chinese, Swiss, Dannish, Samoan, African Americans, and on and on.