Kimchi, not for me

Remember the Christmas card from the girl who wanted to meet my dog and cat? In her honor, I am holding a party at my apartment this Saturday for the members of her class. This is my favorite class, but it is still completely weird that my students are coming to my house and this is okay with everyone. I wouldn't have even thought of it, but I was telling a Korean teacher about it, and she said I should just do it. I hadn't even considered it. But yeah, no big deal. Kylie is gonna be on stand-by, just because the North American in me won't allow me to be unsupervised with a handful of children for whom I am an authority figure. That sentence maybe didn't make sense, but you know what I mean. They're pretty excited about it, which is cute. But it still just strikes me as weird and doesn't sit entirely well with me. It should be interesting, and fun. At least one of them has told me that she's afraid of dogs, but I expect dog-phobia will suddenly manifest itself in all of them once they arrive here. I'll let you know how it goes.