Well, it was a more harrowing experience in my mind than anyplace else. And probably typical of the experience. I'm talking, of course, about my trip to the dentist. The Korean dentist. After months of limping along with a broken wisdom tooth, the pain finally got too outrageous. I mean the kind of pain that keeps you up at night. And after talking to my director, and other teachers, I decided to take my chances with a Korean dentist. Admittedly, the dentist's English was about as bad as my Korean, but somewhere in the middle we still found our happy medium, and everything was pretty good. I figured if he didn't have herbs and dead chickens hanging in the front window, I was probably safe. And I was. Procedure #1 was a root canal, in preparation for a crown; the root canal was 12,000 Won, or about $12, and the crown I still have to get is like $300, which I'm told is still cheap. But my mouth doesn't hurt anymore, even now. Being able to sleep when you want to, no matter what you eat or drink, is a good thing. I couldn't say that for a few weeks. And apart from the fact that what we in America would refer to as the Dental Hygenist went kinda heavy on the war paint that day, compelling me to look at eyes that looked as though they were stolen from a Vegas showgirl, it was all good. Trying to talk, or do anything after getting a mouthful of Novocaine is it's usual brand of bad, but I was in decent shape by the time class started, and still had some Tylenol left. Just enough to survive the upcoming "company picnic." But that's another story. For later.