"thank you for not eating me"

march 28th
Months 5 and 6 were difficult ones. I thought about visiting home often and how much I would love even just a quick getaway to see my family and friends. I've heard from other people that nearing the midway point was a difficult time for them as well. I really did start to feel a bit better with the warm weather and hitting my six-month mark on March 28th. It was an awesome feeling to know I can countdown now but also difficult to fathom that I have to do what I just did for six more months. I am hoping it will go by super fast. I'm fairly certain it will.


april 12th
I had brunch at the Ritz Carlton this morning. There was a family sitting on the patio enjoying their brunch as well. The father was walking around with his little girl in his arms, four years old at the most. Being the friendly gal that I am, I say "An Yang" to the little girl and wave because she was quite cute. Like most parents would do, he tells the little girl to say hello back but she's too shy. The dad then says in perfect English, "She's scared of white people." My friend and I just laugh because what else are you gonna do? He chuckled as well and walked away grinning. It was a strange thing to say I thought, but I was mostly amused. About a half hour later he comes back with the little girl. I'm thinking he is going to apologize or something. He comes out with, "She says 'Don't eat me." I am quite surprised and laugh and rub my belly and say, "Oh, I'm full. I've already eaten a big breakfast; I can't fit in any more little kids." He responds, "Thank you. Thank you for not eating me." Okay, buddy. That's enough. The little girl never said a word but he acted as though he were translating for her the whole time. Obviously these were all his own thoughts. He's the one that's scared of white people. The whole interaction was quite hilarious to me, but on the other side, it's kind of messed up too. It's an interesting glimpse into how people can subtly, inadvertently, or even purposely pass on their xenophobia to their children.


april 18th
I went to a professional baseball game at the Sports Complex in Seoul. Here they don't have home teams and away teams, just favorites, and they all play in Seoul. The teams are owned by companies. I watched the LG Twins vs. Kia Tigers game this Saturday. I wasn't sure how Koreans would act at a baseball game. I half-expected them to be as reserved as they are in other areas of life. Nope. Everyone had clappers, and they were constantly starting chants, even the wave. It was a real riot. Tickets to the baseball game: 6,000 won (4 bucks). Beer: 3,000 won. Rooting for the team whose section you sat in at a baseball game in Seoul, South Korea: pricesless. Honestly, this was one of the cheapest and most fun things I've done in Korea yet. I plan to go a few more times this season.


april 28th
I'm officially over the hump. Five more months left. Spring, monsoon season, September ...and I'm home!


random observations:
Koreans may be the scariest drivers I've seen yet. Yes, even scarier than massholes and newyorkers. I don't think you would necessarily guess this, but it's true. They do not obey traffic laws at all. Apparently there's no such thing as a one-way street, a red light, or a crosswalk. It's actually officially acceptable for buses to run red lights as long as they blow their horns. Although no one obeys traffic laws, everyone obeys pedestrian laws. I think these are related phenomena. No one would dare cross the street until they get the green light, and even then hesitantly looking both ways, aware they could get killed by a bus at any moment. In addition, people are also a fan of the motorbike here. All the food delivery places use them and others for their businesses or whatnot as well. The problem with the motorbikes is they weave in and out of traffic constantly. People are forever slamming on their brakes to avoid a motorbike that just cut them off on the highway. They also drive on the sidewalks and in any direction they please. It's kind of crazy walking on the sidewalk and seeing a biker barely avoiding the pedestrians and coming straight at you. Believe it or not, I've only seen one accident since I've been here. But it was a terrible sight that I'll never forget: a man on a motorbike lying on the ground in front of a bus in the middle of an intersection.

Even more random: zoning laws. There's a law here that a building erected next to a pre-existing building must respect the privacy of the occupants in the first building. This means you are required by law to either keep your blinds shut at all times or build blinders on your windows so you can only look up and out, not directly across. This is totally weird to me and also a nuisance as I have the blinders on my windows.


The new slideshow is of scenery and sights in bundang and seoul so far. The prettier ones are mostly of my suburban neighborhood, and the others in the city.

"breaking up with boredom"

After awhile, as with anywhere I guess, things start to feel the same here. You really have to put energy into venturing out and doing different things to avoid repeating the same stories with the same restaurants, same bars, and even the same friends. Here's two things:

"roof-topping"
I discovered a new favorite pastime. After brunch one day, some friends and I were enjoying the beautiful day. Walking around Jeongia (another part of Bundang), we meandered between high-rise apartment buildings, not unlike all the others sprawling around suburban Seoul. We were looking up, embracing the Spring weather and sunshine and noticed trees on the tops of some of the buildings. Being the type of girls that we are, we decide it would be a fun game to play to try to get up to some of the rooftop foliage. We proceeded to walk in and out of apartment buildings for the rest of the afternoon, pressing the highest number in the elevator and sneaking up to the roofs. It was incredibly beautiful on top with trees and benches, mini parks really, about twenty stories high. We coined the term "roof-topping" for our new favorite game.


"treasure hunt"
One thing that takes a bit of getting used to here is training your eyes to look up for things. Buildings here will have restaurants, nail salons, pool halls, karaoke bars (karaoke in Korea = Nor-ay Bongs) in all corners and on all floors. So walking down the street, you'd miss a whole lot just looking at the places on Level 1, as most buildings have at least 3 to as many as 7 floors packed with fun. Part of my "hood" includes Samsung Plaza where I hang out quite a bit. But for a while I was going to basically one spot over and over in the Plaza. Naturally, I started to get sick of it because you always see the same faces, drink the same beer, eat the same food, etc. I decided to start wandering these buildings a bit more. Pressing different buttons on the elevators, walking around inside to find the places that don't have signs on the outside of the building. I discovered two new bars that I love and a few more restaurants to check out too. The best part is that if you find a tucked-away place, you can be one of the first foreigners to show others. I believe I have actually singlehandedly increased the business for two of these places with the amount of friends I've brought there. And yes, I am lucky to have so many friends already but have met a lot more Koreans this way too. Finding new places in Bundang, means less trips to Seoul, cheaper cab rides home, and more of a feeling of appreciation for living outside of the city.

Now that it's officially Spring, I've really been enjoying living in the suburbs more. There's something to be said for it, especially when the weather's nice. I have the most gorgeous flowering trees in my neighborhood right now. I'll have pictures up to prove it soon.

march 21st - "gang-neung, not to be confused with gwang-yang"
This was the weekend of Jamie's Birthday. Jamie is from Canada, Manitoba to be exact, and is reeeeaally into curling. Yes, curling, like shuffle shuffle the big rock across the ice... As it turns out, the world curling championship was held in Korea this year, of all places. Jamie knew this because she actually follows curling. She asked some of us if we felt like venturing a bus ride away from Seoul to find it. I decided I wanted to go to help her celebrate her birthday and because it sounded nice to get out of Seoul. After a few hours, we should have been there, but no. We noticed the trees were budding and thought that was strange as well as we didn't think we were going anywhere much further south than Seoul.

The short story is we got on the wrong bus, the most wrong bus we could have possibly taken short of going to North Korea. Instead of traveling dead east, we went south. This was about the equivalent of trying to get from Seattle to Boston and ending up in Austin, Tx, although of course on a much smaller scale. I know now how long it takes to take a bus across South Korea from north to south. It was an absolutely horrendous bus ride that ended up taking about 36 hours by the time we got back home. There was more laughing than crying on our trip, but definitely some of each. One would think we would have at least seen a lot of neat things in Korea on this bustrip, but honestly, it was all the same and quite boring and terrible. Oh well, just another story for the blog... ;)

"the jimjil-bong"

february 19th-23rd - my birthday weekend - "the jimjil-bong"

My friend Marissa came to visit me, incidentally also the weekend of my birthday. Yes, she literally "flew to Korea for the weekend." We tried to fit in as much as possible and ended up having an absolutely awesome time, of course. I went to my first jimil-bong. Think Korean spa/bathhouse. We went to one of the most well-known in Seoul, near Yongsan yok (yok=station). I had heard a bit about these jimjil-bongs before trying it out this particular weekend. They are famous for a few things, especially among foreigners, that I can't really mention in my blog. Hmmmm... Needless to say, it had perked my interest far before this February venture five-months into my time here. But as it turned out, I really had no idea what I was in for.

the jimjil-bong process:
Step 1: Pay $10,000 won (7 bucks).
Step 2: Receive your new swipeable locker-key-bracelet and Dragon Hill spa oversized cotton t-shirts and shorts.
Step 3: Take off your shoes, obviously. Put them in the shoes closet.
Step 4: Find your locker number. This might be the trickiest step of all.
Step 5: Change... into your bracelet.
Step 6: Buy shampoo and other shower products at the desk to get ready to lather. (Swipeable bracelets for purchasing are very handy, but dangerous.)
Step 7: Walk downstairs to high-pressure amazing shower, then sauna hop from pool to pool of different temperatures. Some are pumped from deep underground, I hear. Remember, you are only wearing your bracelet at this point, and feeling a bit self-conscious as a foreigner amongst skinny, naked Korean women. (Children, moms, grandmothers... It's a family affair.)
Step 8: Keep jumping from pool to pool! Walk under random lone shower heads with pull cords, pull, and be shocked. Try exceptionally hot sauna rooms and jump back in the pools. Rinse, lather, repeat. Too fun.
Step 9: When you've seen all there is to see on the women-only floor, don your comfy spa clothes back at the lockers. Now it's time to explore the coed areas. All rooms include heated floors, and everyone walks around in their spa clothes, towels on their heads, with a very relaxed air about them. You can watch a magic show, or TV. You can watch people ride mechanical horses in the gym. You can bake like bread in the oven room, or freeze your nips off in the cold room. There's also an outside spa, and various other rooms that I missed. You can eat snacks, get a body scrub, or go up to the sky garden for lunch and beers outside on the roof. You can grab a pillow and take a nap on the heated floor in a room pumped full of pure oxygen. Wow.

I'm not sure if you can really picture it, but I hope you're getting that it's more like an amusement park with naked sections. I loved it, and feel like I could go back a bunch and keep discovering more rooms and pools of varying hotitude and colditude. I'm also interested in the body scrub, but I hear it's very, very rough, designed to peel off your skin basically. Anyways, it's also open 24 hours a day, so I can go back anytime.


my "did-you-know?" for this blog:

One can send a postcard from South Korea to the other side of the world for almost half the cost it would be to send a postcard down the street in the U.S. Astounding.


february 27th - graduation day and new classes:

This is the day my kindergartners graduated from their hagwon. March is the beginning of the new school year here. My main morning class had been in kindergarten for three years already at this point, so it was now time for them to begin elementary school at a Korean public school. Most of these children will return in the afternoons now after they are done school to keep up with their English lessons as well. (Some are as young as five years old and attend school for a minimum of 7 hours a day. Many of my students also went to an art school, math school, swimming class, tae kwon do lesson, music lesson, and/or also had an English tutor in their homes in the evenings.) I watched them graduate with mixed feelings, as I'm sure is natural for any teacher at the end of the school year. I was ready for a fresh start with new kids but also felt like we had just started getting comfortable with each other.

Graduation Day also means that I have new kids now. There is a drastic difference in their English abilities. My previous core class had been in English classes five hours a day, all week long, for three years since they were Western age 4. These new kids are six years old and have never had a day of English classes in their lives. It's mentally exhausting in a whole new way. I can't have a conversation with these kids like I could before. We are using a lot of charades and pointing so far. It's cute in some ways, as most of my kids can only say "May I go to the bathroom, please?", and some can barely say that. Fortunately, I've had some practice with this type of communication style with some new Korean friends and acquaintances and am becoming accustomed to communicating with a drastic language barrier.

I also switched subjects. I used to be a language arts teacher, and now I am a math/science/social studies teacher. I much prefer it to the other. It's so much more fun to teach farm animals and types of clothing than to teach phonics and grammar, and easier too, I think.

So that's my core class that I have most of the morning, from 9am til 2pm, but I also switch for one period with my partner teacher who teaches my kids language arts. I teach her class of babies for an 80-minute session as well. I say babies because they really are babies! Korean age five equals about 3 and a half to four years Western age. I spend half the class chasing them down the hallways because they're little runners. I mean, they're small, barely potty-trained. Think of how large your vocabulary is at age four as well, and now they're learning another language. It's like babysitting four toddlers but also trying to teach them a second language. They're sooooooooo damn cute, but definitely a handful. (Check out my pictures of GDA kids thus far in my new slideshow.)


march 1st

There are woods behind my house. I can walk two blocks, hike up some stairs on a hill and be on a hiking trail within minutes. This Sunday, I hiked to E-Mart. E-Mart is a sort of Target but with multiple floors and ramp-like escalators for your shopping carts. It's a great place to go get some foreign food items, but no matter what you go in for, you always end up inside for hours. I was broke at the time, (big surprise), but left E-mart with a full belly from eating so many samples. They have samples of EVERYTHING. I literally tried about forty food and beverage items, including heineken and bananas, as if I had forgotten what either of these tasted like... Then I took a cab home. Best hiking trip ever.


how to make friends with taxi drivers:

Always have a treat in your back pocket, so-to-speak. For me, I have chosen the tactic of saying "Adashi, mi-guk saram gum? Ma-shee -seh-yo!" This means, "Sir, American person gum? Delicious!" (Yes, my Korean is terrible.) This generally makes them smile though. To date, I've only had one taxi driver turn me down. Most pop it in their mouth instantly and start chomping away. It really is so much better than Korean gum, much more flavorful and long-lasting. I've been able to enjoy very pleasant cab rides because of these gum offerings and left many a cabbie with a salivating smile.. It's such a silly small thing but having a buttered-up taxi driver makes all the difference, sometimes the difference of being dropped off in the right place or not. (So if you want to send me a package... *wink, wink,* please send my favorite gum! Trident citrus twist. K, thanks. :)


P.S. The exchange rate is getting a little better... Shhhh, *knocks on wood.*

"doctor fish"

just for fun: did you know?

I knew you could stream radio stations online. I used to listen to my favorite, WERS, at work back home. But for some odd reason, it never dawned on me that streaming online really means "online." I can listen to the radio station I love from back home in real time HERE. I just realized that after almost five months.

BUT, I can't listen to Pandora. It's licensing doesn't allow it to work in Korea. Major bummer. If you don't know what Pandora is, Google it. You'll be glad you did.


january 24th - 27th / shanghai trip

This was Chinese New Year. In Korea, it is called "Lunar New Year," but in Korean, it is "Seollal." I had a break from work, a four-day weekend. I was actually quite broke. I bought a laptop in cash with my December pay check. This happened to be a 40-day pay-period instead of thirty. Consequently, by the end of January, I was undoubtedly in no position to be gallivanting off to other countries. However, a friend pointed out that this was the last break I would to have until May. MAY. No three-day weekends, nothing. So I decided I would go into debt a little further, thinking that I would rather have the memory of the four-day weekend I spent in Shanghai on Chinese New Year than the weekend I stayed home and saved money. (Unfortunately, or fortunately, this is generally how I always think, and thus, why I'm always broke; but I'm glad I went.)

I was in a group of eight, headed by the ever-competent, mother-like Maria. Maria arranged everything with our travel agent, researched her Shanghai Lonely Planet guide, and created a trip itinerary, (which was thrown out the window, of course). The first night, I uncharacteristically slept.

favorite memory:
Sunday morning we went to a "water town" that was touristy but not too much so. We absorbed some local culture and bought trinkets, took lots of pictures of statues and temples, architecture, and cuisine. Eventually, Jessica and I got hungry from all the walking around and curiously approached a man cooking some meat that smelled delicious. We motioned to our hungry bellies and were smiled at by the men standing near-by smoking their cigarettes contentedly. They sat us down at a plastic table with plastic stools inside a little room behind cook-man. Soon they brought us water and a delicious dish of mystery meat and green things. They brought us rice too, of course. We thought the whole-thing was just perfect at this point as we had an audience chuckling and motioning for their friends to watch us eat. "Look at the white girls eating!" I don't know what they were saying, but I'm pretty sure it was something like that. They asked us if we wanted a bottle of something on the shelf. As usual, I'm thinking, "We want whatever you got." They were trying to tell us what it was, but everyone was confused. I took a guess, "Soju?", which is a Korean alcoholic drink made from rice. There's always a moment of epiphany in foreign communication, or at least you hope for one. And this was ours. "Ahhhh! SOJU!" they declared with satisfaction. We drank a half-bottle of the stuff. It was rough, let me tell you, but you have to try everything, I always think. I motioned for the man that had offered it to us to sit down and share some. He did, and proceeded to try to strike up some Chinese small-talk. We only knew how to say "hello" and "thank you," and our "thank you" still needed work. I tried to explain to him that we were both from America but living in Korea. This was very tricky, and unsuccessful. Then I remembered my cigarettes. I pulled them out and pointed to the Korean writing on the package. "Ahhh, Hangul," he stated, and told his buddies. ("Hangul" is Korean for "Korean," and apparently also Chinese for "Korean.") I couldn't think of anything else to tell him. He brought us a plate of peanuts and candy. We ate some of that too and then got ready to leave our new friends. I guess China has more thieves than Korea, because He motioned to me to zip my purse and for Jessica to keep her wallet from falling out of her pocket. We bowed graciously, and we left.

new years eve:
Sunday night was New Years Eve. We went to a bar called Mural, hung out with some Koreans visiting there as well, some Irish girls, and a few Frenchmen. It was an eclectic night with DJs from LA spinning hip-hop, I believe. My girl Jessica and I got the bar dancing as we often do and rocked the place that night. Incidentally, Jessica and I and some of our other friends are featured in pictures on that bar's website now.

chinese new year vs. the other new year:
I have been to Times Square in New York City on New Years Eve before, so I was picturing Shanghai on Chinese New Year to be like that, only times a billion and more Asian. In actuality, it is the biggest holiday in the Chinese calendar, and a family occasion. Teenagers don't go out and rage in the streets 'til the wee hours of the morning. We were disappointed, but there were plenty of foreigners to rage with, and more fireworks than you could shake a stick at. (Do people still say that? "Shake a stick at"? Now, I'm picturing myself shaking sticks at fireworks in Shanghai...) Anyways, you couldn't drive through town that night without being startled every few seconds by an overwhelming "BOOM!" that sounded an awful lot like gunfire.

Fact: I hear that the largest single movement of people in the world occurs from Shanghai outwards on Chinese New Year. Literally, millions of people that had left to work in the city return home to their families. We went to a breakfast place that's menu read, "We apologize for our limited menu and hours during the New Year. Many of our staff have not seen their families in a year or more and have gone home to celebrate the holiday."

new years day:
We went to the Jade Buddha Temple in Shanghai. Since New Years Day in the US just means a day off work, it never occurred to me that New Years is a religious holiday, but it is in this culture. The temple was absolutely swarmed with people burning incense and asking for good luck, prosperity, and health for their families in the New Year. It was definitely an intensely beautiful sight. I didn't take pictures. It was clear the people there were having a religious moment and were there to pray. I tried to remain respectfully quiet and just peeked in some of the rooms packed with people bowing to various Buddhas. It was impossible to stay with your group. It was like a subway in NYC at rush-hour, you know, except more bowing and incense, and far more beautiful.

Sunday night, Jen and Heather and I went out by ourselves in a famous area of Shanghai, that I forget the name of. By this time, we had lost most of our group at some garden we were supposed to find but never did. (Jessica was MIA at this point and had been "kidnapped" by a DJ called "Elnomo" since Sunday night.) Jen had gone out to a bar on Friday and suggested we go there again. We were the only foreigners in the bar, well, the only white foreigners. Some Bangladeshis asked us to take pictures with them, which became a typical interaction throughout the rest of the night. No one was dancing when we got there, but again, leave it to us, we livened the place up and within a half-hour had a nice little dance party going. The DJ was Chinese but from Toronto and hung out with us for a while. He was really drunk and singing into his microphone mid-conversation. There were Chinese playboy bunnies dancing on the bar. There were magicians! There were girls with syringes full of shots that walked around and pumped them into people's mouths, just for fun. There were liquid fireworks falling down behind the glass windows. AND, it was "all-you-can-drink." It was pretty insane.

If you couldn't tell, it was a fantastic trip. The slide-show you've been watching is of pictures from my Shanghai trip, not pictures of Korea as many people assumed. (Korean characters look much different!)


feb 7th / "doctor fish"

It's hard for me to describe what this experience is like so that you can picture it yourself, but I'll do my best. Okay, stay with me. Picture a large cafe. Inside, you will find a serve-yourself coffee-pot, a nail salon, a spot to order waffles and ice cream, and "doctor fish." (There are also bottles of wine on display, but we found out you couldn't purchase wine there. It was really just for show. Odd.) You walk in and order a coffee or something. Anything. You have to order something if you want to purchase "doctor fish" as well. Doctor fish costs about a $1.50. You sit and drink your coffee and eat your waffles with your friends and then bring your receipt up to the doctor fish helper-man. There are two rectangular-shaped pools, about eight feet long, two feet, wide, and two feet deep. One has bigger fish than the other. Fish-helper-man motions for you to take your socks and shoes off and put your feet in another small wooden box in the floor and proceeds to wash your feet and shins off with a detachable shower head. He implies that you are ready for the fishie pool. You look down and see hundreds of fish about the size of your finger swarming around hungrily. If you hold your toes over the water, they all swarm to that area. It's freaky. Fishman sets a 15-minute timer and you oh-so-hesitantly lower your feet towards the water, cringing and shrieking a little in suspense. OH MY GOSH, this is the craziest feeling in the world! If you can stand it, you keep your feet still in the water, and let the fish do their thing. The thing they do is eat the dead skin off your legs and feets, they even get between your toes. They really nibble, or suck, or something. You can definitely feel hundreds of little fish mouths working your skin. It's one of the weirdest experiences I've ever had, hands down. It tickles like you wouldn't believe, but I wanna go back. I feel like I need to make this part of my monthly, or maybe weekly, beauty regimen. I left with a disappointing amount of dead skin still on my feet.


basically everything I can say in Korean:

please
thank you
hello
goodbye (two kinds of good-bye)
chicken
beef
water
milk
juice
cigarette
beer
"Cheers!"
Is it ok/cool?/Is it a problem?
It's ok/cool./It's no problem.
How much does it cost?
refill (re-pill)
coffee (cah-pee)
father
mother
brother
sister
together
Ma'am
Sir
teacher
tree ( I found out it's not "taree", it's "namu.")
apartment (apart)
where
Yay! (Ah-sah!)
cold
hot
one
two
three
cute
boobs
penis
sorry (two kinds of sorry)
remember (This was a really hard word to remember. It took me a month. Ah, the irony.)
sweetheart
"I'm cold."
"I don't know."
more
butterfly


current exchange rate:

Sucks. It's close to 70%. $100 USD = 153,000 KRW (Korean Won)
This means to send home 500 bucks, I need to send home almost half my Korean paycheck. This is not what I signed up for! Reminder: when I came here, the won and dollar were almost on par. In case you're still confused, the point is I'm making much less than I thought I would be!

"ready for anything"

a.k.a "All-the-time Eva" continued

It's a good thing I am as I am, being All-the-time Eva and all, because working at my school you really do have to be ready for anything.


january 15th

Bright and early one morning this week, I had my first bodily-function mishap in my classroom: (not my mishap, a student's...)

Kids: "Teacher, Teacher, Ricky's tummy hurts."
Me: "He'll be fine." ( I don't even look at Ricky as I am busy doing something else. I learned my lesson there, but, in my defense, I am used to kids saying they feel sick every other second in hopes that I'll send them to the nurse. Some things are the same across cultures, huh?)

10 seconds later

Me: "Oh shit!" (on the inside). On the outside, "Ricky! .....Don't move."
Ricky: staring blank-faced, as always, with hands, sweater, pants, chair, and floor covered in some nasty seaweed breakfast throw-up.
Me: I try my best to start helping him clean up, over and over again saying, "Don't move," and holding back the urge to throw-up my own still-only-half-digested stomach of soju from the night before. Again, I say "Don't move, Ricky. I'll be right back." I go out in the hallway where one of the hall moms are supposed to be, but noone's there. I go back into class and yell, "Kids, go find help!" They were more successful than I. I smelled puke for the rest of the day. Awful.


january 19th


This morning,

Supervisor, Ricky : "Some of you might know that Wendy [director of my school] has left G.D.A. She left for personal reasons. She left on Friday, so I'm sorry she couldn't say goodbye to you."

We all know that, in fact, Wendy was asked to leave. Ricky, previously my brand-new immediate supervisor, is now instead going to be the new director of the school.

The point is that there is a substantially high turn-over rate in our school. Part of this may have been due to Wendy herself. Now that she is gone, changes will definitely occur. Noone can say for sure whether things will get better or worse from here, or worse before they get better. I'd really like to just finish my term so I can visit home, not resign with a new school. I'm crossing my fingers that we'll have job security with the new management team in place, but in reality, I have to be ready for anything.

"All-the-time Eva"

december 13th

I went to Cirque de Soleil with my new mate, Belinda. Allegria had been playing for two months in Seoul, but I've been wanting to see a Cirque de Soleil performance for as long as I can remember. The last time I looked into it, I remember thinking it wasn't coming to Boston for a long time. I would have kicked myself if I hadn't made a point to catch the show before they left the city. I was more than satisfied with my decision. It was one of the most spectacular phenomena I've ever had a chance to witness, or maybe ever will. Just absolutely beautiful and remarkable. Definitely a highlight of my stay here so far.


december 19th

My children's Christmas play went off without a hitch, I guess. I really didn't have very high expectations, so they did great! It was held in a tacky wedding hall and decorated very strangely with flower petals and a lot of white, etc. Awkward venue for a children's Christmas play. The play was on a Friday. It was a very anti-climatic return to work Monday to finish the last two working days before break. Why they made us work that Monday and Tuesday AFTER the very stressful Christmas play that we'd been working on, editing, and having nightmares about for months, I have no idea. It's Korea. I tell myself that a lot.


december 23rd - january 5th

This was my much-needed holiday vacation. Many of my coworkers went to sunny Thailand to lie on the beach, or back home to the U.S. or Canada to see their families. Not me, just "chilled" in Seoul. One would think I might have been lonely or bored, but, in fact, I never got a chance to do any of the things I planned. I painted the city red with Belinda, Jessica, and Chuma (friends from outside of work) and partied with some new people too. I can't really describe this whole span of days as they were a somewhat of a whirl, but I seriously had a damn good time. These girls are totally chill, ready for anything all the time, and never give off a negative vibe, ever. I feel super lucky to have them as friends.

Funny side-note: My friend from home, Nate, introduced me to a coworker of his over the holidays. His friend, who looked like a quintessential nerd, seriously introduced himself as "Nighttime Matt." I laughed of course, but his friends piped in that they had nick-named him that as he is a totally different person at night. To which, of course, I had to reply, "Oh, is that so? Well, I'm all-the-time Eva. Nice to meet you." I have since then been known as "All-the-time Eva." I think it suits me.

Belinda knows everybody. Just during the eight days and nights I spent in Seoul over Christmas break, I met a Korean pop star from the nineties, a fashion designer, a shoe designer, and a Tire King. Oh, AND the female world champion boxer, Young Mi. She's petite, cute-as-a-button, and no older than 18. Yes, she really is the reigning female champion. It was awesome to meet her.


current thoughts:

I have been dealing with a constant conundrum of whether or not to look for a new job. This is my thought process: March is the start of a new school year here. According to my contract, I'd have to give two months notice. But March would mean I would have only been at my school for five months, and staying short of seven months means I'll have to pay back the flight of my plane ticket. Following those thoughts, I immediately think to myself, well if I can stick it out two more months to save $800-1000 then surely I could stay five more months, finish my contract, and collect the much more sizable bonus coming to me at the end of my term. So there you have it, I guess I have kinda/sorta made up my mind in that regard. I can always leave for a while afterwards and then come back and take a new job if I really want to. That's tempting. The living really is large here. At least if you're living eva-style, it sure is. I have enough contacts and fun friends to be comfortable here for a long time. With the economy in the U.S. and elsewhere not looking particularly inviting these days, to say the least, it definitely makes it easier to stay.


january 11th

I have a friend who's a mapmaker for the U.S. government. He has access to the base. This doesn't sound that cool, but you can't even imagine how clutch it is to have a friend with base access in Korea. I'd have to say, the security is pretty tight. You can't walk on base without someone with base access having their fingerprint scanned and signing you on. It's like little America, but almost in a creepy way. There's mad white people, first of all, but the white kids really trip you out. You see other foreigners here all the time, but always adults. On base there are small white people! It's so strange after being inundated with Korean kids all week long. Not only do they have mad white kids, but they have every kind of American comfort you could want. Goya drinks, spaghetti sauce, spices, American cigarettes, Swiffer wet wipes... you get the idea. There is a massive grocery store, dry cleaner, home goods, post office, university and elementary school, two hotels, and many restaurants and fast-food places. It's like la-la land when you enter. The base is huge and spans several miles. If you were in the army, you really would never have to leave base. That's America for you. "Yeah, we're gonna set up a base in your country. But don't worry, we don't need anything, we'll bring our own shit!" Even if you are signed onto base by a friend, you are not allowed in the grocery store. I made a list for my friend. Guess what was on it: cheddar cheese, cream cheese, Cheeze-Its, and Grapenuts cereal. (One of these things is not like the other...) : )


january 13th

I have a new supervisor, although the previous one was pretty new herself and had been there less time than me. (The Korean staff are hard to keep, mainly because they can leave. Three of them announced they were leaving a few days ago, three of the coolest too!) Supervisor Ricky announced today that many children had not come back after Christmas break, and that this was "very serious." He said we needed to love our children more, pay more attention to them, and that ultimately this was our fault. Although the world economy has taken a drastic downturn, the Korean Won has fallen dramatically, and many Hagwons (private kindergartens) are experiencing decline in their enrollment, loss of students is the teachers' fault. Clearly, this did not sit well with us. To top it off, he threatened, or rather, promised that we would not have paycheck security after March. I am rethinking my above-stated position of "sticking it out" at G.D.A.

"modern indulgences: coffee and cellphones"

december 7th

First day of real snow. I found myself this morning wandering down the main drag in Itaewon. Around 9:30am I asked the cab to stop, "Yogio," (meaning, "over here). I sighted a Dunkin' Donuts and delightedly pranced in. The Dunkin' Donuts here are more like Starbucks, in the sense that they have a cafe atmosphere and are more chill hang-out spots then drive-through necessities. In the U.S. you rarely see people having social occasions in D&Ds, and those that do are, I dare say, a bit down-and-out or somehow not part of the 9-5 working world. Here, very nicely dressed people have evening chit-chat at dunkin-d's, absorb the English and foreigners also in company, and seem particularly happy with themselves for choosing to be there at that moment. This particular Dunkin' Donuts had a bakery, I mean full-on exquisitely decorated cakes and pastries... nothing like our bottom-of-the-barrel, bagels-and-donuts-only bakery we'd see back in the states. A coffee at D&D's here costs about $2.75 USD, so comparatively priced to back home. They had bagels with real cream cheese. Needless to say, I was just as happy with my choice as the other Koreans seemed to be conversing near by.

This is also the first day I really started calling people back home. I just found out that it only costs me about .12 won / minute to call back home, about $.09 USD. I talked to my old roommates back home who were just getting started on their Saturday evening antics and was greeted by a speakerphone rush of screams as they happen to be with a few of my other friends as well. It was a great surprise for all parties, I believe.

There's something to be said for this invention called the telephone. It's marvelous in some ways, makes you feel like you're just next door, when in fact, in this case, on the other side of the world with a difference of fifteen or so time zones. I was overjoyed to hear my friends familiar voices and also to hear how much they miss me and wish for me to come home. However, although endearing and precious, it actually makes it worse in some ways. Talking to people makes me more homesick. The first month here I was totally fine and missed people vaguely but not like now. The second month is much tougher. Going on my third month soon, and with Christmas approaching, it's getting more difficult to not think of everyone back home, what they're doing, and what great times I'm missing with them.

"Both... at the same time." This is one of my new catch phrases, or not so new. On the one hand, I feel like I'm starting to feel very settled and comfortable here. I have a bit more routine and know how to get around a lot better, have some cool friends here, can say a few things in Korean, etc. But I'm also just beginning to want to go home. Both, at the same time...


new words/phrases i've learned in korean:

It's ok/it's cool/no problem = con chan eh oh
cute = ky-ah-woh
I'm sorry = Mienahamnida or Mi-en-eh-oh or jay-sung-hom-ni-da
cigarette = tam-bay
cheers = com-bay

In an effort to expand my Korean, I asked my students to name words that were the same in English and Korean. I'm not positive these are all right, but here's the list we made:


words that are the same or similar in english and korean (according to my eight-year-old students):

DVD
pizza
elevator
taxi
escalator
CD
television
banana
tomato
cider
cola
cracker
cheese (cheegeh)
Canada
France
air con (air conditioner)
board
alphabet
kangaroo
ice cream
cocoa (cacoa)
chicken
camera
block
tube
Rudolph
tree (taree)
pickle
jump (jumpah)
cherry
lemon
cereal
guitar
chocolate
steak
Halloween
Christmas
yogurt (yogurt-eh)
oven
kiwi
schedule
cheetah
pen
hot-pak
Santa
marker
hairstyle
cup
cube
building
apartment
drum
hamburger
ham
manicure
McDonald's