Goals for this month

1. Writing everyday

2. Packing the apartment and sending things home by post or not!

3. Completing several work goals

4. Applying to jobs in the Bay Area

5. Checking out Wwoof in South America

I think the order of this list is very fitting. The daily things are important. I’ve made the habit of cooking lunch and dinner before work everyday. Now it’s time to expand my mind. Writing everyday is the perfect opportunity to gain mental clarity. I’m starting with a 30 day challenge, my friend Sarah is doing. It’s a great chance to do something together while I’m out of the country.

Over the past year, Wyll and I have accumulated many things. There is a collection of wooden spoons and a fat stack of notebooks  that need to go somewhere. The spoons will be coming to America. While the notebooks are full and perhaps can be burned or disposed of where no one can find them and learn English or game math with them. I’ve also bought a few fancy gifts and should decide if I’ll send them or take them by plane.

Work goals are boring but they too have to be part of this list. I need to ensure that my students are taken care of in my absence. That the paper work gets done before I leave. And that I get my extra money. I want that extra money!

Applying for jobs in the home state seems like a no brain-er. I’ve already started. Hopefully, my next endeavor will be fun and courageous! I’m looking at Social Media, Social Work, sale in Woman’s fashion. It would be fun to be a professional food blogger so maybe I’ll get a job as a waitress. If the bay area job market is as tough as I remember it being, I will go to South America to learn Spanish. Of the many things Korea has taught me my Spanish ability is not too shabby. There have been many times when I want to say something and I try to use Spanish. Most Koreans do not understand Spanish, so this tactic has never worked for me.

Jack and the Beanstalk

For the beginning of summer vacation, we had the opportunity to perform with our students. The plays turned out wonderfully. In this version of Jack and the Beanstalk, Wyll plays the giant. I love the way David and Ray perform. Today when I get really excited about something I say to Wyll ‘dad,dad thesebeanswillmakeusrich.’

It’s only Monday

On my walk home, I realized if I learn anything from Korea it will be how to entertain a group of people for an hour at a time on the fly. A new season of classes started today. For half of my classes, I knew what I was doing. Basically the same thing I’ve been doing just with new books or new students. A slight variation on the old. The other three classes are totally new and the product of my co-teacher and director. I will call these classes their brainchild. They gave me a few books and said choose some chapters then there will be a followup. So this afternoon was Monday and at 2:53, seven minutes before my first class of the day I was kind of freaking out. It seemed obvious that my director had a certain idea about how she wanted the classes to go. This much talking, this much speaking, this much writing. Asking questions led to being deferred to later after talking with a… someone else. As far as I know, I picked a few chapters and that’s that. I copied a chapter for each class and went to work.

It was a hellacious day; harder than I realized.

At 9:05 I headed home, planning the pasta dinner as I went. I’ve been wearing these adorable Tom wedges and miniskirts to work. I have a lot of fun watching my legs as I walk. I walk toward the street to pass a group of young men. They were saying goodbyes to a woman and three children. One of the kids is very young and grabs at woman’s arm when he sees me. As a foreigner, I have superpowers. I pay pretty close attention to things around me, but I look like I’m busy. This makes it easier for me, especially because children cry when they see me. It’s heartbreaking for me and embarrassing for them. This also helps me avoid troublemakers who are looking for a good time to practice English, specifically older men- you know who you are!

I cross the street getting a chance to see the full moon. It’s bright white and fills the sky. Black clouds linger around it but not obstructing it. How beautiful! How lucky am I! As I get close to my apartment I cross the street again making my way over a speed bump in the road up a little sidewalk that is half covered in cars and turn the corner for my building. Behind me I can hear tiny running footsteps. Children are a common occurrence in Korea. They are usually seen in herds with pockets overflowing with won and fists full of candy. Small footsteps make me smile so after some hesitation I turn to smile at the small creature giving me some happiness at the end of a long day. A skinny and seemingly very fast toddler decked out in an adorable heart tee, a diaper and sandals is excited to see… me?

Longing to put down heavy backpack and cumbersome dishes, I turn back to my path happy to be so close to home. Half way to my building stairs I hear a car. In Korea, I have developed a healthy fear of cars, specifically Jeeps. Why are Korean drivers in the Australian Outback? Are there giant rocks to drive over? Vicious predator animals ready to strike? Maybe they think a rabid croc is after them and that’s why they drive so fast. I turn to look and see the baby in the driveway as the Jeep (of course, it’s a Jeep– a little too fast and a little too tall) shines it’s headlights in my face. Time slows. My brain thinks two things The small child will be fine, It’s not my business. In one short lived moment, I turn back to the building. In all the time my brain took to recognize and weigh the variables my body took over. Before I knew what was happening my hand was stopping the Jeep and grabbing at a very small hand. I imagine myself in a movie, headlights casting me in shadow.

Somehow her mom also recognized what could happen and ran from four times my distance. Korean words poured from her; words of concern and fear then gratitude and love. The child was now terrified and screaming. As the mother grabbed her daughter up into a big worried mom hug, she thanked me and stared, eyes growing bigger at my face. I had no words, tired and emotionally drained. Wanting to get out of this staring contest I mumbled “No problem.” I felt very dazed as I turned back to make my ascent finally home. In the elevator, I recounted the event and thought of all the things I could have said like Omma- mother, I could have shouted across the parking lot to ease her nerves. All the language flowed from my body and I was left with a silly phrase from my youth. Dumbstruck, I stumbled out of the elevator; shuffling to my apartment door. Lights were on and so was the stove top. Oh, man I left on the stove, totally bummed. I didn’t leave the stove on. Wyll was home making boiled water, bless his heart. I collapsed in his arms. Oh, love.

December Snow

When Wyll and I first arrived in Korea, the test prep period had just ended. Abby and Grace were beginning the evals for the students. These last two weeks Wyll, Grace and I have been muddling through test prep and hoping that it all makes sense when we get to the other side- meaning that our students do well on tests we have little to no idea what will be on them. Yesterday we saw the first results of student testing, our youngest student received all A’s! YEAH!!!!!! Granted he is an excellent student, but his dad was very impressed so we had a pizza party. If all our students do that well I’m looking forward to eating a lot! 🙂

 

This week has also brought with it the snow! Some might even say a blizzard. And with the attention I received about dressing warmly there are a few Korean outfits I noticed that I really want to point out here. Some of our students (the older men) wear sandals with socks. I’m talking Nike flip flops with colorful blue and purple socks. This student accompanies us home from school every night. Meaning he has to walk in the same freezing cold as we do. I am not supporting his decision to be so fashion forward. I will continue to wear my three layers of long fleece underwear, multiple sweaters, socks, even my ski hat and scarf (which has given me the title of little matchstick girl). I have noticed the girls bring fleece blankets with them to class to cover their legs sometimes the blankets are worn around the waist like a skirt. Most of the time they are carried over the arm or in a backpack- short skirts are the envy of all.