I actually got super sick on Christmas night. My fever was so bad on Thursday that my boss even sent me home an hour early, which she only did for me one other time last year. Anyways, it's been a true test of patience and perseverance preparing for my SAT class every night with my unfavorable conditions. Yesterday, one of my students asked what other subjects I teach. I told her that I pretty much do anything that the hakwon tells me to do since I'm their lil slave boy. Well, I finished teaching that class and as one of Elite's slave boys, I couldn't help but think of the words, "Free at last, free at last." Here are some beautiful lyrics to a song that was written around the time of black slavery called, "Free at Last," that I've never even listened to:

Free at last, free at last
I thank God I'm free at last
Free at last, free at last
I thank God I'm free at last

Way down yonder in the graveyard walk
I thank God I'm free at last
Me and my Jesus going to meet and talk
I thank God I'm free at last

On my knees when the light pass'd by
I thank God I'm free at last
Tho't my soul would rise and fly
I thank God I'm free at last

Some of these mornings, bright and fair
I thank God I'm free at last
Goin' meet King Jesus in the air
I thank God I'm free at last

In Roots, the African American slaves would tell their dead loved ones that they were finally free. I think that's so beautiful...and true.

Thought of the Day: Nolita.
Song of the Day: Big Bang-거짓말