A Funny Story and a Flashback to a Previous Post

Do you remember the post where I was taking about the English Camp that was being poorly planned? Let me refresh your memory...

"There is a lesson learned quickly when living in Korea: "Go With The Flow"* and I am.

* or maybe it's "Why plan now, when you can cram it in at the last minute?" or perhaps, "Think ahead? Please explain".

Case in point: My "Summer" English Camp. We had known about the summer camp since May, plenty of time to get it all in order. We had even settled on a weekend that was good for all of us. About two weeks before the summer camp was to happen, I asked my co-teacher if the facilities had been booked. He said, "Oh yeah, I'll phone". He came back a few days later with the unfortunate news that all the facilities were booked for the summer months. Okay, fine sure, I didn't really care, as I honestly really didn't care. But I know for a fact that these camps are mandatory, so my concern is when exactly is the camp going to happen, crammed in at the end of my contract? But wait, isn't there a winter camp too? So I politely suggested that he phone them back immediately and book a time for September. He still hasn't done it. Sigh. His reason? When he phoned (in June) there were still open rooms for September. Maybe he's right, maybe they still won't be booked closer to September... but why take the chance when you have the money sitting there waiting? I don't really understand the logic."

HAAhahahaaha! Funny story right? Now, I will tell you The Rest of The Story...

My dear co-teacher came into my office, asking me if I had heard about the Waegukin trip to the city of Andong next weekend. I agreed that yes in fact I had heard about it. (Actually, I knew about the tentative arrangements a few weeks ago.)
He replied, "Oh, are you going to take part?"
"Yes" I answered, "I think it will be a good experience for me."
"Oh", He paused, "I had planned the English Camp for that weekend."
"What?!", I replied trying to keep the horror and shock out of my voice "Oh...you were?". (Thanks for telling ME buddy, the person who PLANS THE WHOLE THING! Thanks for giving me ONE WEEK notice! When were you planning on telling me? The day before?)
"So", he continued, "What weekend would be best for you then.
(Out of the only two weekends left in October.)
"Uhhhhh.... the 24th and 25th I guess?", I spluttered, stil slightly in shock.


I should have known. I had a feeling that something like this would happen. I knew that the English camp would undoubtedly be sprung on me last minute. So, I could have screamed and yelled. I could have angrily said, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Maybe I should have, but you know what? It just doesn't really matter. In reality I should have been anticipating this more, and been even more prepared.

If Korea has taught me anything it's that life can not and does not revolve around oneself. You can put up a wall and kick and scream, but you're only going to be wasting the precious time that you need to plan your English Camp. Speaking of which...
Shiiiit.

Sang you berry kam sa

Sorry for not posting for awhile. I'm trying to shake off some lethargy that's come over me.
It seems I've hit a wall again here in Korea. I don't think realistically that me teaching 30 students in a class is at all helpful. Some students just don't care about what I'm trying to teach, some students just can't understand and most teachers think it's a waste of time. I'm contemplating asking if I can just teach the students who really want to learn, and teach smaller classes.

There are a lot of problems with this situation that I am in and I am powerless to change it, short of going home. I ask myself, "Why am I here?" and the answer is "Money". Which makes me more or less sick.

But on the other hand, I have had some good situations. I've been going away on weekends and seeing some cool stuff. A few weekends ago I went to Gangnueng and stayed in a traditional house for a night. We had a great tour guide who was really sweet! I learned how to play a really fun traditional Korean game, but I didn't buy the sticks, and now I have not been able to find them since. Luckily, if all else fails I can recreate the game on my own. It's pretty simple.

I've been to Seoul and partook in some Lotus Lantern festivities. I did some "wish" paintings and made lotus flowers from rice paper.

Yesterday I climbed a really steep mountain and overcame my fear of falling (for the moment anyway). Here is Shannon's tale of the climb:

Four Hours on all Fours in a Forest
It is May and the mood, weather and people are lovely again. I am more than 99% a spring person...just in my nature and everything seems to be tainted with a hippy-like love aura.

The azaleas are in bloom. The cherries are in bloom. The pines started producing little needles...the apples are even starting to blossom. Everywhere are bursts of color after a long brown winter. Green, white, pink, and blue sky everywhere.

In that spirit and with our elevated moods four of us girls planned a lovely "moderate" hike up a hill we had each visited but hadn't really gotten to know...without much thought we randomly made twists and turns into unknown territory. Four hours later, in the middle of a downpour we emerged several miles down road and almost out of the city...soaking wet and covered in mud and leaves. The ropes we had clung to (where there were ropes) had shredded our hands and the bruises from falling had begun to take on a purple/blue hue to add to the springtime color.

After emerging from that forest of unknown...we reflected on the numerous hours spent on all fours...trying to cling to small trees for a breather on our way up and then using similar trees to slow our downhill falls. Food and beer was on our mind and we quickly hailed a cab (after the first one gave us one look and sped away)...to the cheapest and closest food spot in town where most could gorge on BBQ style Korean meat and Kat and I could delve into our veggie dinners. We ate, we ate more and drank until the pain stopped. Delicious!

I have to say, for me, it wasn't that painful or random. I knew that we had to go up, so up we went.

I've read a couple of really good books about people living in different cultures. And I've had some conversations with people about their own difficulties living here.

I've had a short burst of creative energy. I'm working on some drawings and hope to get them into an art competition in Daegu.

But, today I seem to have wasted the day watching Battlestar Gallactica and Law and Order. What a waste, but an entertaining waste.

tomorrow I gotta get out of this house and DO SOMETHING!

Intermission Transmission Superstition Coalition- a little stream of consciousness

Soon Rob and I will be flying back home to out frosty winter wonderland. This marks the conclusion of our (surprise!) 15 month contract here in Korea. (It was only supposed to be a 12 month contract, for those of you who are new to this blog). This is not the end of our Engrishee teaching escapades, though. We decided to sign on for another year of teaching in the same town and at the same schools. I would have liked to have gone to a different town in Korea, just to see something new, but our apartment here is just way too good to give up. We have seen some of the apartments that others get- and we have been very very fortunate! We have also been pretty lucky with our schools and enjoy working there for the most part. (I'm speaking for Rob here, but I'm pretty sure that he feels the same way)

I know that I have learned a lot during my time here and on my travels into other countries. Maybe in some future posts I will talk about these life lessons but probably not. I often think that traveling is too personal an experience to accurately express without falling way short of the truth. I can show you pictures and video. I can tell you stories and anecdotes. What I cannot do is share with you the intangible jumble of sensory input that I have experienced. You just really need to experience it for yourself.

For example,
the strange mix of euphoria and helplessness that I felt in Cambodia is something I can still feel so strong in me, but it's almost impossible to share the combination of smells, sounds, sights: The quality of the air as I rode down the street on the back of a Tuk-Tuk- a surprisingly pleasant smell of incense and burning garbage, how I felt when I fed an elephant a banana and gave his giant cheek a loving pat, and how I reacted to children begging. These are my memories, were Rob's the same? And I bet that your experiences (dear readers) would be completely different from the both of ours.

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I'm excited to come back to Canada, but apprehensive too. There will undoubtedly be some culture shock once again. Last night I went out for beers with some Native English Teachers , and we decided it would be a good idea to practice Western table manners again (as many of us are heading back to the West in the next week). I practiced saying, "Please pass the napkins!" rather than just reaching across to get them. We discussed the concept of "Is it weird to eat a meal off the same plate as another person?" and "I don't even know anymore" as well as "What is the word for that thing... me engrishee teachee". It's good to follow rules, so that we can be respectful and get along with other people. It's also good to know that these "rules" are not universal.

And sometimes its good to just sit on the top of a mountain with a radio and some batteries and sing a joyful tune. Which, brings me to my main reason for posting this wonderfulness.

The main reason that I came on here was to post my
Top 10 Favourite Experiences of 2008
(as suggested by Rob, and I hope he does one too!)
So, here goes:

10. Finally learning how to use chopsticks, with skill and grace!
9. Learning to read Korean. (still need to work on understanding it though!)
8. Riding a boat down the Mekong River into Vietnam.
7. Climbing Taebaeksan in all four seasons.
6. Crossing Shibuya in Tokyo.
5. Going to a bath house in Mishima, Japan.
4. Watching the fireworks in Beijing during the Chinese New Year.
3. Petting an Elephant in Cambodia.
2. Walking on the Great Wall of China.
1. Watching the sunrise over Angkor Wat.

If you feel like commenting, I'd like to know what place or experience has forever changed you? Maybe I'll go there too, and we can talk about it someday soon.

peace, love and understanding