Stories like these usually have some deep-rooted backgrounds in the forms of zaney antics taking place at Victorian-style mansions with three Greek letters on the front, but my version is a lot more boring, although equal amounts of racism may be present.
My building was bought by the government, and the government does not want English teachers in their new building. The argument will remain that maybe they don't want Korean English teachers either, but I like it better my way for the sake of having a neat story to tell. My theory is that a "No Gregs" club will be formed and I will be disillusioned to find my arch nemesis Greg B now lives in my apartment. You know why.
Clearly my school will not let me be homeless, it just kinda sucks having to leave my current apartment. It's really nice. My co-teacher has even admitted that the only available apartments in the area are of lesser niceness than my place and I'll have to downgrade.
I have chosen to opt out of the school-provided housing and will now take an extra 400,000 won per month as a living stipend added to my salary. A friend of mine, who has chosen to leave his current apartment, found a place in the form of a super-cheap-no-deposit-three-bedroom palace in the sky. We will live there and star in a sitcom that will be played on Fox Life in a different time slot right when you've adjusted to seeing it at a certain time.
I've got to hand it to my school in informing me of this and the END of a six-day weekend they gave me. They must feel really bad. Or they're incredibly diabolic.
Maybe evicted is the wrong word to use, but it's definitely the most interesting one.
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