Breakfast. Its what's in you.

What you are looking at here is some of the last containers of Oatmeal I could find at the foreign market today. I’ve been to the foreign market about 4 times now and have probably bought a dozen canisters in that time. I noticed each time I went back that there was less and less available. I’m not saying that there are none left there but chances are when I need more I won’t be going there. I do take a little pride in cleaning the vendors out tough.

There are a few bodybuilding websites that I can order it off of, if I can get a native Korean speaker to help me out (sites are entirely in gobbledegook). Now I suppose another approach would be to just not eat oatmeal anymore. And I suppose that is a possibility that I may have to face. But it is a grim and fibreless one.

Korean breakfasts here mostly consist of rice. Processed breakfast cereals are proliferating however. Now as some of you may be aware processed breakfast cereals are not the healthiest things for everyone to have in the morning (I only eat them after workouts) and even the healthy looking ones your grandpa eats are loaded with sugar.

The Almond Flakes and Chex translate phonetically, the middle box says "Kon-Poo-Roast"

I also see that McDonalds is aggressively marketing breakfast as well. A popular ad I see shows a guy running into the subway with a McMuffin in hand, basically just introducing the concept of eating breakfast to busy professionals here that tend to skip it b/c it was never really classically that big a deal. It just seems to make sense however, that there is such a big push. Since Nescafe and Taster’s Choice instant coffee is so popular here it would suddenly require that you eat something substantial in the morning to get rid of the taste of your morning brew.

Now for those of you that just can’t get worked up over a bowl of rice and kimchi in the morning, and think that hitting Micky Dee’s every morning might not be in the best interests of the continued pumping of your heart there are other options. There are many little Toasta Bahngs (Toast rooms) shops that will serve little sandwiches of toast, pork and onions in various tempting combinations. Of course I’ve yet to see one that is actually open in the morning, but it does present the reality that a lot of those ingredients are readily available at home. Personally I like oatmeal beside my morning eggs, which is the impetus for this rant, but I don’t want to scare people off that there are no options. Bread, jam, peanut butter(no natural stuff), pancake mix, eggs, bran flakes… sure there are options. But there doesn’t seem to be any local cropland dedicated to oats. It is by no means Korea’s fault that I can’t find any at the grocery store- and frankly I’m happy that I do have options at all.

I’ve heard some people, I’m not sure if they were dieticians or nutritionists so I’ll just call them kooks, propose that you can eat anything for breakfast. I’ll admit the North American idea of there being certain meals for breakfast that you don’t eat at the rest of the day is a little subjective. You should be able to eat prime rib for breakfast they say, following the kooks line of thinking that would mean I could eat a BLT for dinner and have pancakes in the middle of the night. Sure there’s no real reason for having breakfast be so specific, but there’s no reason behind toy poodles, brushing your teeth and earrings but they are still institutions.

Now this whole quest for a meal to start my day with may seem a little obsessive. But I do think that the way we start our days says a lot about how the rest of the day is going to feel. I wake up three hours before I have to go to work so I can have a lazy start to my day, and during that time I could have a mosquito sting me in the eyeball and I think I would still smile on my way out the door provided that I got my solid breakfast and pot of coffee into me. Plus wouldn’t it be cool to wear an eye patch for a day?

Gradutation Day

There are a few days where I am asked to wear a suit to school. Normally my dress code is entirely self regulated (only horizontal wrinkles allowed in my ripped jeans) so its usually an indication that parents will be around the school. So I have to show up in a suit, the other extreme. The benefit is that usually my only task for a good part of those days is to just stand around and look white. This morning was one of those days.

The kindergarten school was having graduation ceremonies, which means that my beloved Schweitzer class (you know they’re evil b/c its German!) was graduating. Schweitzer was one of my tougher classes, one that I was warned about from the get-go. Much like the townsfolk warning the Scooby gang about spending a night in the haunted slipper factory other teachers would get a faraway look when talking about this class. It stunned me when I heard that they were one of the graduating classes as their English level is sub-par and seems to only consist of the ability to ask to play games and color. Not sure how far that will get them on the streets of New York. But I suppose the school decided that was enough to earn their freedom (that and the fact that they are now entering elementary school). So I watched the graduation ceremony, and caught maybe one word in every ten minutes. Which is about par for grad ceremonies in general, even when they are in English they are too boring to really absorb. When I was in the high school band I played at three grad ceremonies before attending mine- making it even more anti-climatic. This one was also a blatant ploy to try to convince the parents to send their kids to our after school program in the future.

Now this means that next week there will be some big changes in who I teach in the morning. It could turn out that all my kindergarten classes will change. I could end up with some of Nick’s classes he could end up with mine and then there is the crop of new kids as well. There is also the possibility I will have to try to teach a room of stuffed animals English. I understand that is only a small possibility but it seems to me about the only thing that could be more futile than their current approach.

The real upside is that the remainder of my workweek looks like it will be blissfully light. With both my kindergarten classes and my elementary school classes on break – along with Thursday being a national holiday I have a fair bit of free time coming my way. Now its not super cool like a long weekend or anything but the light workweek will give me a chance to get a lot of things accomplished. Free will of course being what it is it also gives me the option to reject that opportunity and watch a bunch of American television (due to the wonders of the internet and spotty copyright laws in this country) and nap a lot.

But I will take a moment here to remember each of my graduating kids, you will be missed (assuming you are replaced with stuffed animals- and that those animals are bigger brats than you were)

Rod and Todd- I thought their names were funny and I couldn’t them you apart for the first few weeks of class. Now I can. Rod is the one that hides under the table and cries whenever he doesn’t get what he wants. Todd is the one that throws stuff.

Hunter- Again, funny name. I will always remember my shocked reaction when the lesson called for me to ask ‘what do you do after school’ and he said that he had a private English tutor. At least I know that I was not the only one failing you dear boy.

Miya- the only girl in the class, who was above most of the fooling around that went on. I never had to admonish her for being loud, she was too busy drawing pictures and ignoring me and everyone else to be noisy. I liked to convince myself that at least she was drawing in English.

David- His English level was not that bad, but his attitude was just about the worst. This presented a fun challenge for me as I could technically negotiate with him but he was a little bit of a brat so it was still tough.

Dallas and Kevin- Another set of twins, these ones almost indistinguishable (one looked a bit more well fed). Nothing bad to say about them actually, really good kids.

Bruce- I thought he dropped out a month ago. But he was there today graduating. I’d like to think that his parents recognized his talent and pulled him out of class before we could corrupt him any more.

In the end Schweitzer’s almost complete lack of interest in learning English was very beneficial to my Korean language skills.

Update-

I wrote most of this blog during the afternoon, this update comes right after finishing. So the good news is that because of the school schedule changing over I actually get tomorrow off completely. The downside is that they told Nick and I after class today that the schedule was changing as of March 1^st. They want to go from a 10-6 day like we have now to a 9:40-7:10 day. They promised us a longer lunch. Well you can imagine that I wasn’t having any of that. So we broke out the contract and I showed them that it clearly stated that I only work 30 class hours per week and only between 10 and 6. They said they were sorry. I sighed and reminded them that there were problems in the past and I was not willing to change my contract, and I was willing to leave. So they threw out some alternatives, and there’s a possibility that they might only have me there for 9:40 to 5:40, which I wasn’t going to be so much of a bitch to refuse as its basically the same shift. But that one is still iffy and I’ll find out tomorrow what the word from above is. It might be that I’m sleeping on Ken’s floor looking for a new job pretty soon. I should mention that the person I was negotiating with today is not the same assistant as before who I believe has quit. In fact a whole heck of a lot of our Korean staff is quitting, in a few days there may be almost completely new faces there. Now this of course means that they are pretty much desperate to hold onto Nick and I.

It does of course put me in a pickle. I’m willing to quit but I’m not ready to sign another 1 year contract at another school. I also don’t think that I’m ready to go back to Canada, not having saved enough money to cover my losses when buying a ticket home. I’m not stressed, or even frustrated. I’m pretty sure I can deal with whatever happens. When it comes to this matter I’d have to say that I’m just downright curious what will happen next.

Seoul Man part 2

On Sunday morning we tried to get an early start. We didn’t. But we tried. The first order of business was to find something to eat and after exhausting any other possibility we ended up at another McDonalds. We really were dying for a western style breakfast but we couldn’t find anything in our area, and then we were just dying for anything open that wasn’t KFC.

So after fueling our bodies with thee nutritional equivalent of battery acid we set off to see the Olympic Park. It was a long subway ride away but a pretty little park. Five or so stadiums now converted to college and public use surrounded by some nice paths and sculptures. There was a forty foot red metal banana looking thing and some sculpture that looked like a playground built from an auto wrecking yard. The second one had a plaque explaining how it depicted the negation of history by time or some such stuff. I think Ken summed it up well after reading it by saying: “I wish I was smart enough to care to understand that.”

We were some of the only foreigners there and Ken was quickly accosted by a Korean teenager trying to give him directions. She was a strange mix of shyness and enthusiasm and had perhaps a few too many jokers in the deck. I watched the bizarre exchange like a tv show which of course means that I dissociated myself entirely and let Ken deal with it. It was quite amusing and afterwards the girl gave me an apple to commemorate the new year.

We then set out to get a boat tour of the Han River, taking a long subway ride to the other side of the ciy- only to discover that we could have actually caught the boat near Olympic park and rode it back. Live and learn. The boat tour was a good view, but after about half an hour it was like the museum we had been to the other day; just a lot of the same stuff. What I found curious was that many Koreans never left the picnic table set up in the cabin or even seemed to look out a window. I guess I’m just enough of a skeptic that it isn’t enough to ride in a boat I have to actually go on deck and see the boat moving to derive enjoyment.

you'll have to take my word that there is a boat beneath me

We got off and checked out a big skyscraper which was another tourist hotspot. I had no interest in paying $12 to visit another skydeck (like a high floor bt only more expensive), and the buffet there looked ridiculously pricey. Apparently in some countries all the food you can eat is something reserved for the rich instead of the poor and frugal.

We searched in vain for a grillhouse but ended up at a TGIFridays as only chain restaurants were open. The meal was decent if a little pricey, although it would soon become apparent that filling my stomach to the brim with ribs wasn’t the best course of action.

We took the bridge back over the river to the main city by Ken’s insistence, I thought it looked way too long. By about halfway across I realized that I was going to have to visit a restroom with plenty of toilet paper quite soon. By 3/4s of the way across I realized that I might not make it. Its tough to get so close to making a mess you haven’t made since senior kindergarten in your pants and have almost no alternatives. The only one here being trying to discreetly do mybusiness on a conrete bridge with heavy traffic. By a stroke of pure luck there was a portapotty on the other side of the bridge down some stairs.

I almost didn’t make it, shedding my coat and bag early and getting everything lined up just in time. Two days with hardly any fruits or vegetables has an interesting effect on my body I don’t care to repeat.

like a horror movie, especially what went on inside

The upside was that for the rest of the night I was euphoric at my good fortune and the five pounds I had just lost. We happened upon a park with a bunch of exercise equipment in and I was like a kid in a candy store. I have never seen a barbell bench set out for public use and had to give it a try.

take that gravity!

We then went bowling, which turned out to be relatively pricey but not a bad time. Aside from the fact that I bowled horribly and the owner decided to hover around us like an unamused specter. We decided to head back to the same area of town as the night before as the rest of the town looked dead.

We got lost along the way. Korean streets aren’t set up in grid patterns so its easy to get turned around, but I for one just went completely bonkers trying to figure out where we were. I hate losing direction but what I hate even more is feeling like your brain is doing laps in a velodrome. We ended u where we were heading, but could have been dropped there by aliens for all the sense our route made to me.

We finished off our night again at WaBar. Mainly because the beer was cheap but also because it was one of the few places in that area that we were sure weren’t whorehouses. We were pretty dog tired and it was no surprise that we both decided that cutting our Seoul stay a little short by catching an earlier train the next day would be good.

We did finally get our western breakfast the next morning. Unfortunately it was again McDonalds. And they were out of hotcakes. But the coffee wasn’t bad and after serving the tourists in front of me the cashier was suitably stunned with my command of the Korean language (despite the fact that all the menu items are pronounced the English way).

But I did enjoy my Seoul trip and if I come back one day I know what places to hit when the city is a little more happening. But I think the best thing to come out of it is that I did it. I have a tendency to talk about stuff more than act on it and I managed to follow through on this trip with little planning and even less over thinking.

Seoul Part 1

Taking a cue from Ken I think I'm going to do this blog in two parts. I'm feeling a little sick today (after a weekend of eating crappy food- no connection I'm sure) so I'll give you friday and saturday today and sunday/ monday soon.

Seoul Trip

So an unexpected long weekend came and I thought it would be a good time to check out the place called Seoul. For those of you not aware Seoul is the mecca of south Korea, a giant metropolis where a quarter of the population calls home. It’s the city that most people think of when I tell them where I am teaching (unless their knee jerk is rice paddies and nukes). Having been in Korea for four months I thought it was time to finally venture outside of Busan and see a little more of the world. So my buddy Ken and I packed some bags booked a hostel and a train and jetted off Friday night.

Time being our most valuable resource we took the bullet train up. A marvel of modern impatience that travels upwards of 300km/h. When it feels like it. Ken and I were both disappointed that the lights of Korea weren’t convalescing into a warp speed blur as we sat in the train. In retrospect it occurred to me that the train probably wasn’t going to go 300 km/h the entire 3 hour trip unless Seoul was 900km away. It isn’t.

We got into town and found our hostel without too much trouble. I had some difficulties explaining our destination to the cab driver but we somehow got dropped off pretty much on its front door. The hostel we were at, although having a quaint love of small rooms, was actually fairly nice. For about a quarter of the price of the cheap hotel that was recommended to us by Ken’s coworker we had a tidy little room with private bath, cable tv and all the novelty of bunk beds. Couple that with the free breakfasts (coffee toast and jam) and the internet room and I am now convinced that Beewon Hostel is Korean for bargain.

BeeWon Hostel is known for its great view

Our first night in was a late arrival so the plan for the night was to wander around for a place to eat, a task which we completed both amiably and aimlessly. The blocks of dark windows were our first hint that maybe we didn’t catch the city on its absolute most happening weekend. It was the Lunar New Year and we were told that most people in Seoul would be out of town visiting family. I figured in a city of 20 million it would still be pretty darn busy. I was so wrong. Even from the first night we noticed that most businesses were closed and the streets were empty. We eventually settled down for a very spicy bowl of bibimbap ( a fun name to say that means ‘throw rice and veggies in a bowl with too much hot sauce and see if the foreigners will eat it’) and headed back home for an early night (2am or so).

The next day we met some Australians in the hostel over the breakfast -I was making breakfast tacos with some tuna, bread and a whole lot of imagination. Everyone was really friendly (exemplified by the fact that no one made fun of my sandwiches) but we soon parted ways as Ken and I went out for some real food. We walked by some ancient palaces, but were not there in time for the English tours. We were however right in time for the changing of the guards at GyeongBokGung Palace. There was a ceremonial parade in which a group of sharply dressed men with fake beards plastered to their faces marched around the front of the ancient palace. Korean males nowadays don’t sport much in the way of whiskers, but as the popular historic dramas on television show me they once had full thick black beards. The guards at the palace met halfway with large thin beards hanging from their cheeks.

even without words or eye contact annoyance can be conveyed

We wandered around for food. Now we were in an unfamiliar city but we are pretty comfortable around Korean cuisine nowadays. If only any Korean restaurants were open. Nine out of ten shops we passed were closed, the remainders were usually double fried chicken places. This is where you take a whole chicken and dip it in a deep fryer. Proud of this accomplishment you throw it under a heat lamp in a window display for passersbys to admire. When a customer comes and picks out a chicken they like they do them the dishonor of throwing this fried chicken back into the deep fryer so they can be sure that it had soaked up as much oil as possible.

It took us the better part of an hour and a half to find a small pocket of open shops where we descended into a McDonalds. I don’t make a habit of eating at a McDonalds, but even with my boy scout supply of jerky on me I was ravenous at this point. The meal wasn’t precisely filling but acted as a good form of negative reinforcement for my stomach. That chunk of indigestible flour oil and sugar will teach you to get hungry when not fed!

Seoul on lunar new year is a little like going to an amusement park on a slow day. Sure its great that you get to see all the attractions but the hustle and bustle is half the fun. By late into our first day the lack of excitement in the general populace was palpable.

We headed towards Seoul Tower, which was a nice little taste of home. A large building that’s basically a radio tower tricked out to be a tourist spot. The only real difference between this one and the CN tower is that this one was smaller. They tried to cover that up by putting it on top of a mountain they didn’t build but my keen eye wasn’t fooled. The Seoul tower was overpriced (don’t take the cable car, its not a long climb) and kind of boring but much like the CN Tower you’d feel a little denied if you hadn’t climbed it.

which side of the window am I on? the answer will not surprise you

After that we went to check out one of the highly recommended areas called “Itaewon”. We took a long walk there and saw a bunch more palaces and memorials that were all closed up for the weekend. Itaewon to Canadians must be what Chinatown is to the Koreans back home. It is a long stretch of street lined with bars clubs and shops all catering to Americans. Seoul has a lot of US soldiers there, and a fair number of ESL teachers. Also unlike Busan it has a lot of foreign tourists as well. Itaewon would be a horrible place for an American tourist to visit (or as it turned out two Canadian ESL teachers) since it really has little Korean influence at all.

Much more than Busan Seoul in general could be managed with only a few words of Korean in your mental pocket. Itaewon requires none at all. Understandably some of the troops stationed in Korea have neither the time or resources to learn to speak Korean (on of those resources being an inclination). We ordered dinner at a sports bar where the bartender and waitress seemed completely fluent in English and everyone else seemed like a rowdy soldier or a rowdy ESL teacher. Even ordering in my broken Konglish seemed to impress the staff with my effort. I do notice that the Seoul dialect of Korean is far easier to understand than Busan, which is what I was told long ago. Probably like the difference between Scottish and American. In any case Itaewon isn’t a bad place, just not our scene and we left shortly.

We took a long long walk back to the area of Beewon Hostel, eventually falling into a small pocket of liveliness. We were approached by two men on separate occasions, who we initially thought were club promoters but turned out to be pimps with bad marketing skills. We settled in at a place called WaBar, which is a western chain bar in Korea. We were served by a shy waiter with a name tag that said ‘Mulder’ on it. When I actually called him by this nickname he giggled like a little girl and scurried away.

Part 2 Soonish...

seoul update soon

I'm working on a blog to recount my Seoul adventures, but the three day adventure is taking little time to document and I've got to get some sleep to be ready for work. So y'all just sit tight and wait until tomorrow.

Or you could just check out Ken's blog, I'm sure he'll be updating his right away.

Valentine's day.

Today was valentine's day here, not that big of a deal really. in Korea this is the day that girls give chocolate to guys. theres another dya in about a month when guys give chocolates to girls. i think that one will be more popular.
I got a few nice pieces from some students, which was sweet. I just ended up using the chocolates as prizes in games for later classes- which I felt a little guilty about. Only a little.
I'm of course missing my girlfriend on V-day, but the fact that the one here doesn't resemble the one back home at all makes it much easier.

Everything is on schedule for Ken and I hitting Seoul this weekend. We have the bullet train tickets (300000 km and hour!) and a hostel booked (Bunk Beds! I get to be on top!) and we're trying to get a tour of the DMZ arranged. The DMZ is the no-man's land between north and south korea and it has a lot of history around it. and a lot of tension still there. the only other border I've ever been to is the 'longest undefended border', so the most heavily guarded border' could be cool.

Well thats it, a bare bones update. Like to go longer but I've got a few things to prep before my trip. Happy V-day everyone.

ps. the irony of it being valentine's day and one of my students being named valentine was not completely lost on him, but pretty near close.

Field Trip for the Kiddies!

I may have been out of Canada for a little while but you can’t show me a large metal hill with inner tubes and tell me it’s a sleigh ride. Potato sack slide at best.
Anyway this morning the kids were taken on their field trip to the Bexco Sleigh ride. The artificial snow I was promised there failed to materialize, or more aptly had previously materialized and gone the way of Frosty in the green house days ago. With no real points of reference for what a sledding actually entails the kids were still thrilled. There was a bit more friction going down the slopes so the inner tubes didn’t reach breakneck speed. But that also had the benefit that not one of the kids experienced the Canadian tradition of completing the second half of the downhill trip on your face after your tire flips. They had about two hours to go up and down the various slopes on the hill (maybe four stories at the top with gentle slopes- you’ll have to use the mental paintbox god gave you until I get new batteries for my camera). Now these kids were bundled up for a snowy ride, which was in sharp contrast to the bright kinda warm day that we had.

Now kids being kids and the tubes they had to drag up the hill being equal in mass and willpower to them they very soon got tired. I spent a good deal of time dragging sleds up the hill. As in the second hour and a half. Korean kids need to spend more time outside and less time in school, even without the bittersweet kiss of frostbite they were all tobogganed out fairly quickly. Unless I dragged their sleds, and sometime the kids themselves, up to the top. Then they had energy and enthusiasm. To be fair I was more than happy when break time was called, running up and down the hill dragging kids and sleds is fun but tiring.

They had a snack break, during which I noticed that not a single kid had a single piece of fruit or bottle of water. Cookies, chips, candies and juice (I don’t hate juice for active kids, but I’m on a nutrition tirade so it gets swept in there too) and plenty of those. Now in retrospect it was a field trip and the parents don’t normally pack snacks for the kids, so it may have been a treat mentality. But in my mindset if you’ve got a kid that can’t run up and down a toboggan hill for two hours you might not want to give him a box of cookies for a snack.

By round two I was getting tired, but the kids were exhausted. They were all really thankful for my help, some of our school’s bus drivers were helping them up the hills too. I can’t remember the last time I sweated through a t shirt and jeans in February.

I did have a lot of fun, and it took up half a day of work- but the downside is that it has rendered me too tired to doll this blog up like the high class call girl it deserves to be, you’ll have to settle for ‘homely friend with a good heart’. I’m going to to to sleep and pretend I’m not going to be sore tomorrow.

Friday Night

Last night I went to a ‘foreigner party’ with Ken, and had a surprisingly good time. It had the vague theme of being a valentine’s day party (we have a long weekend next weekend so they had it early so people would be around for it) and like most theme parties most people ignored the theme. With the exception of Halloween parties I find that most parties are just an excuse to get together and drink with decorations in the room. At Halloween you do the same but wear cat ears and growl at people.

Having limited exposure to the foreigner bar scene here this was a unique opportunity to meet 50 or so English speakers. In my average day there are only a few people I talk with face to face in normal English, and you really start to miss all the small talk. You really do. You start to look at random Koreans around you and just wish you knew what their thoughts on the weather were.

Most of the people there looked like they were fresh out of school and I had the feeling I was in a college party at times. But seeing as how I never felt compelled to funnel any of my drinks I can be sure that I had not in fact stepped into my past. Everyone was really friendly and approachable, almost all of them were teachers too so they all had outgoing natures. If you can be friendly to spoiled kids all day, being friendly to real humans at night is easy.

We were each given a nametag with a number on it when we came in and there was a wall of envelopes where people could leave you valentines. Its one of those sweet little concepts that always goes awry, like robot teddy bears that go on gambling sprees. I was flattered that I received three notes by the end of the night. I’m off the market but it’s always nice to find out you’re not as ugly as the pictures your kids draw of you.

My flattered state did dissipate when I actually read the notes. They were all fairly funny and very tongue in cheek. One was from Ken, and I can’t get into the details here (my parents read this) but he apparently thought I had a robust rooster for sale. Another could easily be interpreted as first person instructions on how to eat a tootsie pop, which I think was from one of Ken’s friends going for a little off color humor. The final one I can’t even allude to its contents without getting my mouth washed out with soap. It ended with the line ‘I want your Kimchi!’ which makes me believe that it too was written by Ken.


Now the downside is that I drank a little too much and stayed out a little too late. Not way too much or far too late, but my tolerance for both of those vices has diminished in my old age. I consequently was a little hung over this morning. Enough to make me postpone my workout until tomorrow, and I do so hate working out on Sundays.

Now after my workout I was to meet one of the trainers who had invited me out to eat, and have an informal language exchange. I still went to the gym at 2 to meet him, despite just feeling tired and headachy. I didn’t see him there, although I only waited for ten minutes and didn’t look too hard. I just sat in the gym lobby flipping through a Korean bodybuilding mag assuming he would find me. Now I felt bad about leaving but to be fair we may have just had a miscommunication on the time/day. Hopefully I’ll see him tomorrow and be able to clear it up.

As I mentioned earlier it turns out that I have a long weekend next week and tomorrow I will start scrambling to make good on my promise to get out of town. I hear that any good trips will be booked solid by this point so Ken and I are planning to head down to Seoul for the weekend. I’ll keep you posted.

10 good things about teaching (VIDEO)

Well much to my shock and disbelief I feel that I may have been presenting an up to now one sided perspective on teaching. I have focused much more on my trials than my tribulations and without actually knowing for a face what a tribulate is I will now list a few. ESL teaching in Korea does have its upsides, which I will now list in order of how I write them down:

1. I don’t really have to do any prep. Some of the biggest downsides of teaching at a ‘fer real’ place that I hear about is how much work you take home with you. Tests, reports, homework grading, lesson plan prep. I don’t have to do any of that. Its one of those jobs you don’t take home with you.

2. The little kids generally love you. Although the under 7 category can be the most trying at times and you get more used to seeing tears than a wedding photographer a lot of them generally love you.

3. You can easily save, without really trying too hard, half your paycheck. In this respect your actual bankable income can be much higher than the modest paycheck indicates. Often higher paid individuals have trouble saving a tenth of their paychecks. You could pay off debts or save up cash pretty easy here.

4. You can sometimes kill entire classes with the most seemingly pointless fun activities, and yet still get congratulated for your great lessons.

5. Little kids will always want to rub your shaved head. Like always.

6. I’m not familiar with Korean holidays and new ones are always cropping up unexpected. I’m pretty sure I get time off for the Chinese new year this month and I had no idea.

7. You can just get your T.A. to cover class for you while you go take a nap; here’s mine.





Yes this list was originally planned to be 10 things, but I think that last one counts for three.