Monday, October 29, 2012

And So Life Goes On

Today is a bullet point, cut-to-the-chase kind of post. It's beyond me why I always wait so long between posts because things just build up and then I word vomit without really saying anything in my posts. Fail.

Three weekends ago was the ETA Fall Conference in Gyeongju. Here were key highlights I want to mention:
-There was cheese. It was delicious. The KAEC staff stocked up on goodies and snacks for us everytime we had a break. There were also apples. Those were good too. -Since the Jellanom-do crew is so big, we took up all but 2 seats on the bus from Gwangju to Gyeongju.
-Upon arrival, we went to the hotel where we would be staying and where the conference meetings would be held.
-At the beginning of conference, we wrote down on a piece of paper what our biggest struggle was and what our biggest fear was. Then we put them on a wall and could respond to each others' posts. It was great to know that everyone was going through similar issues.
-There were Large Groups, a few talks by Mrs. Shim, Korean co-teachers, etc, and Small Group Discussions led by ETAs.
-The Small Groups were probably the most helpful but the one by Sonia about Phonics was the one I got the most out of. I went to it because I want to use Phonics with the NKD students I volunteer with. Their English level is way, way, way below their peers so I'm starting from scratch and teaching them how to read (or trying at least).
-It was really good to see all the ETAs.
-Gyeongju was beautiful. We had a tour around the city (historical sites) since Geyongju was the capital of Korea back in the Silla Dynasty. We saw a lot of random stuff. It was a long day for the tour and there's too much to say about we saw but it was a good tour.
-I got off Friday and Monday from school to attend conference so that was a nice mini-break from teaching.
-After conference ended Monday morning, a bunch of us went to the Gyeongju Rice Cake Festival. There was a large group of us but we all broke off into smaller groups to walk around.
-I got back to Mokpo kinda late on Monday and a bit groggy but it was worth it.
-I bought back Gyeongju bread with me for the teachers at my school. It was pretty pricey but that's Gyeongju bread is what Gyeongju is known for so I decided it would be worthwhile. It was a huge hit at my school. The teachers were all really receptive and really appreciated me bringing back something for them.
-When I gave my principal bread, he invited me to his office to sit and chat for a little bit. He said I was getting prettier and it must be the school. He said that he thinks the school is good for me. HAHAHAH It took everything not to laugh in front of him. Little does he know how much stress and emotional turmoil these puberty-riden kids give me...
-When I came back, one of my second year female students 소명 came in and chatted with me. She's the class captain for 2-6 and has really good English. She's also really good friends with the host sister for last year's ETA, Daniel. She said she hadn't seen me in a while (since I missed Friday and Monday) so I felt the love. It's one student, but it means a lot to hear it from someone. To be honest, I realized I missed my kids. There is something endearing about them.

The week I got back from Conference was a bit weird. I came to school Tuesday, but there was no school Wednesday or Thursday because of School Picnic and School Foundation Day, respectively. I had to put together a "throw away" lesson of sorts for my Tuesday classes. On Wednesday, the 17th, I went to Gwangju's Family Land with the first and third years. Mr. Cho is a homeroom teacher for a first year class so he invited me along. My co-teacher, Mr. Lee isn't a homeroom teacher so I wouldn't have gone otherwise (I would have just had the day off).

So, here are some notes/mentions about the School Picnic:
-The first and third years went to Family Land in Gwangju, an "amusement park". I say "amusement park" in quotes because it's actually like a carnival. It's small as heck and the rides are not at all exhilarating. It really is like a kiddie park.
-The second years went to Yeosu, where the World Expo was held but it was already over so the kids went to the aquarium and stuff. I asked them how it was but most of them thought it was rather boring.
-I was on the bus with Mr. Cho's homeroom class but when I got to the park, I mostly hung out with my third year students since I don't teach the first graders.
-The weather was BRUTAL when we first got there. It was super windy, gray, rainy, and cold. I was only wearing a long sleeve tee and jeans so I was freezing. Luckily my host mom gave me a poncho and that gave me some wind protection.
-The people handed out wristbands to the students and the teachers were supposed to get these tickets where you can go on three rides. The teachers weren't going to go on any rides so they were going to give all their tickets to me. That wasn't necessary since one of the people who were putting wristbands on the kids came up to me and put a wristband on me since I look like a student. I'm not sure if it's a good thing or bad thing. I guess I look like I'm 16...
-At first, I was with the teachers and then they were like, "Go play!" since I was going to go on rides (or so I thought when I still imagined it was an amusement park) so they left me alone. So I wandered by myself for a little bit. Then I would see some kids and they would say hi but it didn't seem like they wanted me to join them. I felt kinda out of place for a bit since I was wandering around for a bit by myself. The thing is, I would see kids who like me (I think) and they would be really excited to see me and say hi and stuff but that's as far as the conversation would really go. I finally found three first year students who always come to my desk to visit and asked if I could wait in line with them for the ride. It was a pretty long line so I ended up walking up and down the line to talk with all of my students. So I realized in that line, my kids like me and want to spend time with me (again, I think) but their English is so limited that they don't can't really have a deep conversation with me. I would ask a few simple questions but didn't want to make them feel like it was an interview. Otherwise, I just stood with them. I was closer to the front of the line and the guy was asking if anyone wanted to sit in the middle (most people wanted to sit on the sides; it was a ship ride that went back and forth). A few of my third year girls were sitting in the middle and yelled at me in the line to join them. So I left my first years and cut the rest of the line. I was the last one walking up the walkway so all my students saw me. I could hear them ooh-ing and ah-ing in the background since I don't think any other teachers have gone on rides with them before. I think they were impressed haha. So I sat with my girls on the ride and it was fun. This is how I know they like me and want to spend time with me. But then right after the ride, they were like, "Bye Teacher!" and peaced out to the next ride. That made me sad. Anyway, I know my students enjoyed my company but they just didn't have much to say.
-Around noon, I went to a building where I was to meet up with all the other teachers for lunch (it was a packed lunch from the school--hence the "school picnic day" part). Afterwards, the teachers lounged about and told me to go back and ride some more "rides" (again, these were kiddies rides, at best). When I was leaving the building, I heard my name being called and I turned to find some other third year girls. They asked me to go on a ride with them (another clue they like me!). I joined them and it was a repeat of the day--I walked the line and chatted with students who were all excited to see me, went on the ride (kids were shocked I was going on a ride), etc. Afterwards, those girls also left me for another ride and I found another group of my girls who wanted me to join them. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
-I realized my girls were a lot more "welcoming" of me into their groups for the rides. This wasn't always true though. I found a group of my boys from the 3-3 class (the class who gave me hell the first month and called me "chicken" at least 100 times a day, until I made friends with the popular boys in the class and now they are GREAT) and I loved hanging out with them. I bunch of them whom I thought didn't like me were actually were excited to see me and chatted with me. Granted, they weren't deep life-changing talks, but it was just nice to see that they actually like me.
-There were a few schools there for their "school picnics" too so I had to seek out my students. They're pretty easy to spot since all my girls and boys have short hair (mandatory). Regardless, I know all of their faces now from class anyway.
-It turned out to be a sunny and beautiful day after a few hours so it wasn't too miserable.
-There was almost NO crowd at Family Land except for the schools. There was a show and there were 5 people in the seats watching. It was almost completely empty. To be honest, it was a bit comical to me.
-The day was fun. It ended well. I saw my kids outside of school, out of their uniforms, and they saw a fun side of me (outside of class and gym). I also realize they like me, or at least there is evidence to prove it.

The next day, Thursday, October 18th was the school's Foundation Day so we also had the day off. When I was at school chapel the week prior to this, I sat down to a teacher who bust out in English. His English wasn't spectacular but we made some conversation. He asked me if I liked trekking (hiking) and I said I did so he invited me to go hiking with him and a bunch of the male teachers on the 18th. Apparently Mr. Cho was in charge of it (go figure). Dan actually told me that Mr. Cho is the cool kid on the block and he's really funny; I guess I share the office with one of the popular teachers.
Anyway, here are some highlights from our hike up 천관산:
-There were 7 male teachers and me. Mr. Cho and Mr. Lee were among the male teachers. The rest were random teachers that I have seen and not seen before. All were sweet though and really inviting as I joined them for the day. -The hike was supposedly gonna take 45 minutes (according to Mr. Cho) so I thought it'd be an easy, short hike. It took 3 hours or so to get to the peak. I'm not complaining since it was fun for me but I definitely think they need to recalculate things in Korea. -It was a gorgeous, cloud-less, clear day so we could see tons of mountains and islands in the distance. It was beautiful.
-At the top, we ate lunch, which is what most Koreans do when they hike. The men had packed kimbap (what they always eat at the top of a mountain), and a bunch of other food, and soju (alcohol is necessary too).
-I realized on this hike that my co-teacher Mr. Lee is kinda the one all the other kids on the block (in this case, the teachers) make fun of. He's the kids everyone bullies but still loves. It's a odd observation since Mr. Cho is the popular kid and I talk to both of them often since they're my English co-teachers.
-After we reached the bottom, I was asked if I wanted to go to the sauna. Apparently, they always go to the spa after a hiking trip but they wanted to make sure it was okay with me since I was the only female and would be hanging out by myself. I told them I'd be down and off to the spa we went. The 7 men went off to do their own thing and I relaxed by myself...next to ajummas. -When we got back, I was told we would have dinner and other teachers would join us. They failed to mention that it would be only male teachers to join us. Dinner was delicious regardless though (we had duck). Long story short, it was a day full of men and me. I must say though, 정 was definitely built. I feel a deep connection to the guys I hiked with.

I taught classes on Friday but all the kids were antsy since they hadn't had school for two days and it was the weekend the next day. I saw my competition kids for the last time. So since the last post, I was training one student from each grade for an English speaking competition in Mokpo. I interviewed all the kids and got to select a kid from each grade to represent their class and our school at this competition. The competition was held on Saturday, October 20th at Yudalsan Middle School. I was planning on going to cheer on my kids so I was gonna stay in Mokpo for the weekend. It worked out perfectly since a bunch of people came to Mokpo that weekend. A bunch of the Gwangju and Naju ETAs were actually judges for the competition and Maggie came down from Hwacheon to visit us. Anyway, I met up with my competition kids in the mornings and helped prep them for the competition. That Friday was the last time I would see them and I was kinda nervous for them. Mr. Lee was the "supervisor" or main English teacher contact for our school so he was also going; he picked me up in the morning and we drove there together. I saw my kids in the morning and gave them last minute tips and a custard cake for luck. Once the opening ceremony was over, the kids were ushered into the main building and none of us were allowed to go in with them. So I told Mr. Lee I would go get treat him to coffee. Long story short, we built a lot of 정 that day. Mr. Lee actually spent a month in Michigan, at University of Michigan on the Ann Arbor campus in 2004. He was there for an English conference for Korean teachers (no joke). It's a small world. He also told me about his family (awkward situation since he said there were some marital problems going on), and random other things. I felt like I got to know him a lot better as a person which is helpful in understanding him as a co-teacher. After lunch, he went to school and I met up with Maggie. My plan was to go home around 2pm since our family had a promise at 3:30 with the neighbors (at least that's what my dad said the night prior). I get a call from Mr. Lee around 10:30am, after hanging out with Maggie for about half an hour, saying that my family said I didn't have to attend the promise. He then asked if I had lunch plans and I said I didn't, so he said we would get lunch together. I didn't think it was too weird since he's my co-teacher but I thought we had already spent a lot of time together in the morning so I was running out of small talk and questions to ask. He drove us to a beef place where we had raw beef (it was delicious) and when I thought we were done, he asked me if I was still hungry and we ordered a grilled beef dish. I had already set in my mind that I was going to pay since I haven't really done anything super special for him as my co-teacher. The bill was HELLA expensive--65,000 won. That's about $30 per person. I was shocked but tried not to give it away. It's a one time deal so it's fine. Like I said, 정 was built so that's all that matters. Anyway, Saturday was a rather interesting day. The competition ended up being awesome. My kids were texting me throughout the day, before they went to tell me what order they would be going in, and after they went to tell me the topic and how they did. All three of them thought they didn't do well. They were wrong. The results came out the following Wednesday. My first grader got bronze. My second grader got gold. My third grader got silver. I was and still am very proud of them!

On Sunday, Tracey and I went with Maggie to Gwangju. From there, she was heading home. Tracey and I went to the Biennale. It was actually really interesting since we got an English tour (for the two of us) and so we actually understood a lot of the art that was being portrayed--which is rare when it comes to modern art since it's so abstract sometimes. We also went back to the frozen yougart waffle place we went to the first time. We were hoping to get some delicious froyo waffles. The problem was, the place stopped selling froyo. We were SO disappointed. It put a damper on our entire day but at least now we know...

I got sick that following week (last week). It's been getting chilly in Mokpo so I caught a cold. Luckily, I went to sleep at 9pm one night and got up at 8am (on a day I was teaching late so I was going into school late). It was a hibernation night but it was needed.

This past weekend, I went to Busan with Tracey. The Busan Fireworks Festival was going to be held on Saturday and we wanted to see that. Tracey and I got in on Friday; she was staying at Payal's and I was at Hilary's. We went shopping in Nampo on Saturday and I must say, I went a little overboard but I don't feel guilty at all. I work really hard for my money--those kids give me a run for my money. I got a leather jacket from Zara (best purchase), a really cute top from H&M, a dress from H&M, a headband, bow clip, and a loose cute top from a smaller shop on the street. I was really happy--retail therapy works. We were planning on hitting up the fireworks after shopping on Saturday. Problem was, it was POURING like none other. While we were in H&M, we found out that the fireworks were cancelled for the night and would be held on Sunday night instead so we wouldn't be able to see them. It was a tad disappointing but I know we would have been miserable if we had stood in that thunderstorm watching fireworks. Regardless, I was really happy with all my purchases so it was a trip well spent. We also met up with everyone who was in Busan (Kathy, Katelyn, Jason, and the Busan ETAs--Payal, Hilary, Monica, Amy Liang, Daniel, Frank). On Sunday, Payal, Hilary, Tracey, and I spent the morning with Hilary's family at a mountain park-thing. Then we went to Costco and picked up candy for our kids for Halloween. It was glorious at Costco--seeing familiar items, tons of American products, etc. It was really nice. Then Tracey and I headed to the bus station. It was a huge traveling weekend for people so Tracey and I couldn't get on the same bus. I got back to Gwangju about an hour after her but we went back to Mokpo together. I got home pretty late, around 11pm, but it was a fun weekend.

That brings me up to today. Now, I found out last week that I will be observed by parents tomorrow for two of my classes, 2-3 and 3-1. I am terrified. Class 2-3 is my ABSOLUTE worst class ever. I would say that 2/3 of the kids in that class do not listen to me, not respect me in any shape or form. I have no idea how tomorrow will go. The other teachers are freaking out too. Mr. Cho asked me to review his lesson plan and I've been asked for tips from all the English teachers about different methods to use and such. I don't think they realize that I'm not certified in teaching... regardless, I'm nervous. My host mom is going to observe my host brother's class tomorrow but she said she would come to my class and observe me too. That just makes things worse. She also told me to dress pretty tomorrow. Oh gosh. I hope it goes well--I'm teaching Conditionals...

So now that I'm caught up on the Korea stuff... it's time to address the elephant in the room (or at least the elephant in my room). My grandpa passed away last week (a little ironic since I did a bucket list lesson with my kids last week...) He was pretty old and I saw it coming for a while now. I actually remember when I was visiting him this past summer before I left for Korea, I thought that it would be the last time I would see him alive. I wasn't wrong. I blogged about it and that memory has still stuck with me. I just had a feeling it was the last time. I was hoping it wouldn't be but reality set in. So I told my co-teacher about it because I wanted to go home but I only got Thursday and Friday off. I would have flown home Wednesday night and landed in New York Thursday morning. Then I would stay for the wake and the funeral (early Saturday) and then have to fly immediately back to make it back to Mokpo Sunday night. My mom and dad both told me not to come. They said it was really expensive and the travel time was long. My mom told me that grandpa understood since she had talked to him about it before he passed. He knew I was going to be in Korea for the year and even he knew there was a possibility of his passing while I was abroad. So... I stayed. I did my own grieving and I don't feel guilty for not going. My grandpa knew I loved him. I did my best to give him all the respect he deserved while he was on this earth and spent a lot of time with him. My grandpa was a great man. I like to think he lived a full life and had a lot of friends. There were a lot of people at his wake, according to my brother. He will be greatly missed.

RIP Grandpa 10-21-12

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Korean Adventures

It's 3am and I'm not fully coherent so my writing for this blog might be really bad... please excuse spelling and grammar issues. I may not make any sense...

I haven't been the most diligent about my blogging unfortunately...

Since the last post, there have been a few happenings but I'll just ramble per usual.

Three Saturdays ago, on September 22nd, I went to Seoul. I was flying solo and took the slow train into Yongsan since I wasn't in a huge rush. The reason I went to Seoul was for a water rafting and bungee jumping adventure with some other ETAs on Sunday. I met up with some of the ETAs when I got in and settled into the Pencil Hostel Guesthouse (the same one I was at for Jet's birthday). After we got dinner, Alanna and I split from the rest of the ETA group to meet with Katelyn and Jason who had just gotten into Seoul. The rest of the group went to Namsam Tower (Seoul Tower) but since I had been before, the four of us went to Cheonggyecheon river in the middle of downtown. We were there pretty late, around 11pm or so but it was beautifully lit up. We called it an early night since we had to be up around 6:30am for rafting on Sunday so we headed back to the hostel around 1am. On Sunday, we went river rafting and bungee jumping in a smaller city about two hours north of Seoul. It was really nice to just hang out with some other ETAs I haven't seen in a while in a different environment. I was the second person to jump off the bridge for bungee jumping and it was kinda nerve wracking. It's different than sky diving, and for some reason, it felt scarier. I think it's because I went tandem when I was skydiving so if my parachute didn't work, there was a backup parachute. For bungee jumping, there's only one cord. If it breaks, it breaks. Plus, I'm jumping off by myself, which is just... insane. So I wanted a walking start before I jumped off so I tried to mentally prepare myself. Then I screamed, "Flying squirrel!" and did a sprawling eagle. I screamed like there was no other. It only lasted a few seconds but my senses were overloaded by the feeling of free falling, the sights around me, etc. It was nice--I would do it again. I watched a few of the other ETAs jump too but then I had to leave on my own back to Seoul so I would catch my KTX (fast train) back to Mokpo. I got to the train in the nick of time and it was pretty crowded. Interestingly enough, a waygook (foreigner) sat down next to me. Because I'm Asian and in Korea, it's not always the most obvious that I'm also a foreigner. So I took the liberty to start the conversation by asking him where he was from. I just wanted to make it known right off the bat that I could speak fluent English and was friendly enough to have a conversation with. Cutting to the chase, he actually plays soccer with Liam, the only male ETA in Mokpo out of seven of us. Small world indeed. We chatted for the entire four hours, which was not something I expected to do. I thought we would make some small talk before doing our own thing, which meant sleeping for me, but it was a solid conversation. He offered me a hiking bag which was left at his apartment from the guy who lived there previously. Long story short, I ended up going over to his apartment a few days later with Liam and Robyn to pick it up. It's actually a really sweet hiking bag but it's HUGE. It's something you can probably use for a month hike so you can imagine how intense it looks.

Two weeks ago, my kids had their midterm exams on Thursday, September 27th and Friday, September 28th so I had two days off. I asked my co-teacher, Mr. Lee if I could not go into school but the Vice Principal wanted me to go into school in the morning to insa (bow/greet) him before leaving. -_-' That was really frustrating. So I couldn't really travel for those two days. I was planning on staying home that weekend because it was Chuseok weekend, which is Korean Thanksgiving weekend. Like America, families spend time together during this holiday so I wanted to be at home from Saturday through the holiday, at least. So I decided to make a day trip to Naju on Thursday. I went into school around 8am and greeted the Vice Principal. Then another English teacher told me I got the okay not to go in for Friday but it was too late to make any real travel plans for a day. So after wishing my students luck on their midterms (I popped my head into some of the classrooms), I left the building and headed for the bus terminal. The ride to Naju was really short--less than an hour. May and Jason met me at the Naju bus terminal and we did some random touring/walking around Naju. It's a cute, quaint little town. It's definitely bigger than Goesan and it's cutesy. I ate lunch with the Naju crew minus Hana since she was the only one teaching that morning and we were going to visit her at her school later anyway. I got to take in some Naju sights before heading out to Hana's school. She teaches at a vocational high school so her kids are all learning technical skills for a real job after they graduate. These are the kids who don't want to or can't go to college because of their scores in Middle School so they decide early on they are going to learn vocational skills. Hana did a lesson based on us since four of us (me, Courtney, May, and Tyler) visited her school. We interacted with the kids, answered questions, etc. Her classes were pretty good but she thinks its because she had visitors in the room, which is really valid. After two classes, we walked around the temple that's nearby her school. I didn't get to stay the entire day since I volunteer with North Korean defectors on a weekly basis so I left around 4:30pm to make my 6:30pm commitment. I really like the Naju crew so it was nice to see them for a bit. For my off day on Friday, I just hung out around the house. I did work on the dining room table and spent with time with my host mom. We didn't talk a lot but were just in each others' presence.

Chuseok weekend (September 29-30) was fun. On Friday night, both my host sisters came home. On Saturday morning, we packed up and went to Jangheung, which is east of Mokpo, but still in the same province, Jellonam-do. My host family got a pension with my mom's side of the family. There was my host grandmom, my two host uncles, and one of the uncle's wife's brother and family. The pension was beautiful. The pension itself was really nice. Then outside, the landscaping was really well done. There was a basketball hoop with a soccer-tennis court, a huge pond, pretty large amounts of grass to play, and even a huge fencing where there were roosters and dogs. My host family, host grandmother, and host uncles stayed in one house. My host uncle's wife's brother and family stayed in the pension a few houses over. We just hung out and enjoyed the weather on Saturday. I played soccer with my host brother for a bit and played with the toddler (my host uncle's son). He's kinda spoiled since he's really cute and everyone dotes on him so I don't like to play with him all that much. He likes to hit and stuff, which I don't tolerate but everyone else does because they think it's cute and he'll grow out of that phase (I disagree). Away from the tangent... Saturday was just a relaxing day. My host dad and host uncle started the grill and we had Korean BBQ for dinner. There was quite a bunch of meat and they even grilled really large shrimps. So just to clarify--there are two host uncles on my mom's side. There's the one who talked to me about Dokdo when he was drunk that first time; he is the same one who has the son I just mentioned who is really cute but spoiled. That uncle was with us the entire time. My other host uncle goes by "Khal" (his English name I think); he's the one with really good English. Khal arrived much later in the night since he was working. He's a travel tour guide so he's been all over the world--Europe, Australia, Phillipines, Taiwan, etc, and most of the other Asian countries. That's why his English is decent. When Khal arrived, the grill got started up again so he could eat. All the men and women gathered at the table for round 2 of dinner. Khal told me to eat and drink with them so I obliged. I chatted a few times with whoever talked to me but mainly, I just kept eating the food on the table. My dad was grilling nonstop. I also talked to the kids (there were like 5 of them running around) since the parents kept wanting them to practice their English with me. I also found out that my host family really likes me. Khal turned and asked me sometime during the night why the entire family likes me. He said that the family all speaks highly of me and thinks I have a good personality. He wanted to know why. It was a compliment although it was worded in a weird way. It was flattering to know they like me though. Anyway, the last people left drinking were the men (host dad, both host uncles, and host uncle's brother-in-law) and me. By midnight, my mom came out and told my dad it was time for me to go to bed. Good timing too since I had quite a bit of soju. I was trying to show the men that I could handle it and hang out with them. In the morning, my host uncles were sprawled out on the floor in really funny positions. Overall, it was a fun time.
On Sunday, we ate ramen for breakfast and then lounged about some more before it was time to go. We left the pension around 1pm and headed to a random road off a main road. We got out and did a little bit of bush wacking before stopping before two mounds. It was my host grandma's parents' burial site. Apparently, it's tradition to visit dead relatives during Korean Thanksgiving. I didn't have a problem with it so I just followed everyone else. We did individual short prayers and then headed back to the car. The next stop was the most interesting. I was told we were going to another burial site but the cemetery we ended up at was huge. Traffic itself took an hour to get in. Cars were lined up to go to the funeral. I know this because the path we were on was the entrance leading into the actual burial site. Everyone was going to pay respects to the dead. So I got out of the car, expecting to go pay respects to other people who had passed away in the family. Khal turns to me and says, "My father and son are buried here." I just nodded my head without saying anything because I wasn't sure if I heard him correctly. We walked over to these huge memorial stone things where a person's name, dates of life, picture, etc are on a huge wall plague thing. Sure enough, there were the names of Khal and my host mom's dad as well as Khal's soon. The date of death was the same for both so I knew something must have happened that day. We lined up again and did individual short prayers but this one was much heavier and longer. I think it's horrible when a parent has to bury their child; no one should have to suffer through that. I saw Khal's shoulders moving up and down and I knew he was crying. One of my host sisters and my host uncle's daughter also started to cry. Khal's dad and son passed away only a little over a year ago so it's still very much fresh. I stayed quiet because it was a very personal and private moment for the family. I wasn't sure what I was doing there and I felt like I was intruding on a moment for them. I felt like I was in an especially odd situation because Khal turned to me and asked if his son was handsome. He also commented about his son's English ability and said that he was really good and spoke like a native speaker. He was speaking directly to me because it was all in English. I honestly just didn't know how to respond. I waited until people were doing their own things to tell him I was sorry for his loss. I was pretty bummed after this. The weird part is that there were food cart things around the area. People were buying ice cream, hot dogs, fried food, etc. It felt so... commercialized. Burial sites are really respected in America but the standards are so different here. We left some time after and I asked my host family in the car what happened to Khal's soon. Apparently there was a car accident. Khal's father and son were on a motorcycle when they got hit by a car (I assume). All I know is that there was an accident. It felt pretty depressing after that--at least for me. My family headed back to Mokpo but to the bridge. We were going to try to get to one of the islands where my host dad grew up. Unfortunately, there was no ferries back to the mainland that night so we decided against it. We stopped by a restaurant for food and then headed home. I kind of wasted away the rest of my Sunday and even half of my Monday (still no school for Chuseok) watching the Korean drama, "Secret Garden," which was really fantastic.
I slept in on Monday and hung out around the house until 5pm. Afterwards, I did some lesson planning and other work before I walked around Mokpo for a bit. I felt a bit stuffy since I was indoors all day.

Tuesday, October 2nd, was an interesting day. Our school also had Wednesday, October 3rd off for Korean Foundation Day, so most of the students (and me) were peeved that we had to go into school for one day in the middle of the two holidays. Regardless, I got through class and then a fun lesson on Taylor Swift, which my boys actually seemed to like.

On Wednesday, for Korean Foundation Day, I hung out with Liam and Lizzie in the afternoon before meeting up with the rest of the ETAs. We hiked up Yudalson and it was actually really beautiful. If you look at one side, it's all ocean. But if you turn your head and look at the other side, you can see a thriving city. It's not too hard of a hike up Yudalson and it's right in Mokpo so it was nice to finally be able to climb it. I don't think my host family is really into hiking, which is a shame. After the hike up, we stopped by a coffee shop and chatted until we met up with the rest of the ETAs. We hung out in typical Mokpo fashion.

After class on Friday, October 5th, Tracey and I went to the bus station directly from school. We were headed for Busan for the International Film Festival (BIFF). Kathy, Amy T, Tracey, Stephanie, Jet, Jonathan, and I got a love motel room together right on Haeundae Beach. It was actually really nice. The fact that I got to see so many ETAs at once was also really overwhelming. While I spent most of my time with the people I stayed with, I saw so many other ETAs in passing. Most people showed up for BIFF. I watched four movies total--three on Saturday, and one on Sunday. I waited in line in the early morning with the same people for a few hours; it ended up being worth it. I watched "Go Grandriders" (Taiwanese), "Argo" (American), "The Woman Who Brushed Her Tears" (Macedonian), and "Beasts of the Southern Wild" (American). Every movie, with the exception of "The Woman Who Brushed Her Tears" was really interesting. I also tried to rally and go out at night since we were in Busan but that only really happened on Saturday night since we were all passing out on Friday night after getting in.

OKAY. So now that I'm caught up on the big things I've done, there are a lot of things that have happened in school and emotions that I've been feeling to chat about...

About my school/kids:

(This paragraph was started about two weeks ago so it does not stand true now--I will explain in the next paragraph) I love my Tuesday Conversation Class and my Wednesday Advanced Students Class. I can not say the same about my Thursday Conversation Class. In fact, they make me want to pull my hair out sometimes. Most of them always have their cell phones out and are using them. I took away four cell phones last class. Then there are days when they just face plant on top of the desk and are gone for the entire class. Last class, no one spoke. I thought I had a fun lesson too--I had an "Let's go on an adventure" lesson with pictures of dragons, robots, whales, etc. I got nothing from the kids; I think it was worse than pulling teeth actually. I also was pretty ashamed at the end because I was tired from the long day and the lack of cooperation from the kids that I half yelled at the kids at the end. It boiled over because there were three girls that would't let me take their picture with their name tags. It took about 10 minutes to get them to let me do it.

So now things have changed. I love both of my club classes. The numbers have dwindled significantly so I have a lot more facetime with each student and get to try fun lesson plans with them. So apparently my club classes are voluntary and no one told me either. So I had a few kids who completely dropped out of the extra club classes. It wasn't just English they were leaving, they were leading Math, History, etc. The kids who have stayed are the ones who pay attention and are actually there to learn. In other words, I really like those kids now.

I'm going to Gyeongju for the ETA Fall Conference in the morning. It's from today (Friday) until Monday so it'll be a nice break from teaching. I also get to see all 120-something ETAs all together again so it'll be a lot of fun.