The Eyes Have It

Anyone who knows me knows I’m very sensitive about my eyes. After being all but blind for 25 years, I had lasik eye surgery performed in October. One of the best things I’ve ever done. I can see when I wake up in the morning. I can see when I play sports. It’s amazing. One thing that I had before the surgery, and continue to have, are “floaters” in my eyes. Small, black scribbly lines. That float around. You can usually see them more clearly when you close your eyes. And then they float away. Only now, my floaters take on the appearance of letters in the Korean alphabet . . .

And The Legs . . .

After class on Saturday night Tom, Chanta and I went out to dinner. At a nice Italian restaurant that played jazz. So relaxing. Over a bottle of wine we were debriefing from the week. I was lamenting the fact that the high school students are in regular school from 8 am – 9 pm, then go to hogwans (or private academies) from 10 – midnight or 1 am every night. Six days a week. They are driven to think school, school, school. The students are required to keep “journals” or “diaries” each day. We check them on Saturday, return them on Sunday. I was commenting on how the students whose diaries I check only write about how much homework they have and how hard school is. I feel sorry for them. The don’t know what a prom is. They don’t have footballl games. They don’t date.

Tom cut me short. Don’t you worry – they think about other things as well. “Really? How do you know?” Well, every student whose diary I collected wrote about you. “About me? What do you mean?” Well, they each started off my saying that you are the tallest woman they have ever seen. Then they continued their description by saying they can’t believe how long your legs are . . . They’re thinking about other things than just school, Lori. Don’t worry about it.