I hopped off my train at the station in Seoul, South Korea. I left the US to study abroad for my senior year of high school, so here I am, trying to get by in Korea with the little I know in Korean. Trying to find my way through the jumble of people coming to and fro through the station, I found my taxi and told the driver to head to the dorms at my new school, the School of Preforming Arts, in the center of Seoul. I was having a hard time communicating in Korean, even though I took classes at my old school, so I think I ended up giving the taxi man more than I probably should have, because when I handed him a handful of coins, he looked at me and practically glowed as he bowed to me and then ran off to his taxi. Well. Here I am. Right in front of it. My home for the next year or so. I picked up my luggage and trudged inside. My dorm was quiet big, with a bunk bed on one side of the room, a small mini kitchen in one corner, a dresser and closet off to the side of the bed, and a bathroom with a toilet, shower/bath, and sink, with a linen closet in the far corner. As I explored my dorm, I heard the door bang open. "Hello?" Someone asked. In English. I still didn't respond. "Hello?!?" The girl asked in Korean this time. I took a deep breath, and stepped out of the bathroom. "Aha!!! I knew you were here!" She stated proudly. "I'm Emily Scharph." The girl stated. She was tall, tan and blonde, like one of the girls you would expect to be in a movie, and act as the dumb blonde. But I could tell she was smart. She had pretty blue eyes, and wore high waisted khakis/leggings, with a cute, light pink crop top that said "live like there's no tomorrow" in glittering silver. And to pull the look altogether, and to make her look even taller, she had on silvery reflective heels that I would probably break my ankles in. "And you are..?" She said, snapping me out of my trance. "Oh yeah, right," I laughed at myself. "I'm Me-" I started but she cut me off. " Megan. You look like a Megan she said inspecting my torn up jeans and too-large-t-shirt. I felt intimidated by this 5'7 blonde beauty. "Alright. I've decided." She said determined. Crud. What have I gotten into. "We are going shopping." I am usually not like this cause I wear things like that too, but that just doesn't say who you are, or at least who I think you are." Let's go. I'll pay for most of it." She said as she grabbed her purse and keys. "I gently rejected. "Nope. Too late. I made up my mind. Come on." And Emily dragged me to her car. It was a flipping tesla. Could this girl get any more "Hollywood-ish?" Yes. Yes of course. She pulls out a long strip of bubblegum, and starts to blow insanely large bubbles as we are driving to the mall, the windows down, blasting the radio, and me just sinking as far as humanly possible in to the seat away from view. Wow. Today was not how I planned it out to be.
