It's nice to be loved unconditionally.

I dropped by my old school over the weekend to drop by and see my old co-workers.  I arrived right before classes ended and while I was walking through the halls, classes pointed out their windows and started screaming my name.  It was refreshing to see that the students remembered me and everything.  One of the students even asked me if I liked chicken (which I someone used to ask me once a week when I worked at Yeonhak) and I almost teared up.  All in all, I'm pretty glad that I've affected their lives somehow and that I'll be remembered by a few hundred Korean kids.