So the plane food was not the best stuff – greasy beef with cold udon noodles and fatty chicken with mushy rice. Then I had really bland rice noodles at a Korean place on campus that literally had no flavor. Perhaps it was because I couldn’t read the menu at all, see below, but at that point, I was just angry. I was hungry, tired, jetlagged, and kind of feeling a bit lonely. I was only one that had arrived from BC, and some students had arrived from American University but were getting settled and doing their own thing, so it was just Kimmi! Trying hard not to fall asleep and trying to keep herself busy and think about all the positives and not the scary looking hut I had of a room. (Seriously, my dorm looks like where they’d film The Shining.) Then for dinner, I had some greasy Beef Fried Rice that was not the hottest thing. So basically, I went to bed apprehensive of the following days, scared that I made the …