Archive for June, 2012

Sometimes my students surprise me.

I’ve been working at the boys’ middle school full-time since March and it has given me the opportunity to get to know the students pretty well. Teaching them is not always easy, but there have been several occasions that my students have really surprised and impressed me.

In Korea, roughhousing is not against the rules the way it is in America. Things happen every day in my school that would result in suspension or expulsion at the schools I went to as a kid. Kids are allowed to play rough and have fun, and I have about one kid in every class at all times with a broken arm or leg to prove it. But I think it’s better this way. It’s frustrating not being able to express yourself physically in your adolescence, and even if they get hurt doing stupid things, I think it’s worth it.

The flip side of that is that, since my Korean isn’t great, and I don’t always know who is friends with whom, it’s hard for me to tell when the students are just fooling around, and when one of them isn’t in on the joke. I have no idea what to do when they are chasing each other around the room, laughing while shrieking, “Teacher! Help me! Help me! He kill me!” Two or three times it has been really obvious and I have peeled some bully off of a kid he was picking on. But the other day, I misjudged a situation. In my class, a few feet away from my desk, a couple of kids were wrestling on the floor before class started. But one kid in my class who doesn’t seem “popular” but is really a leader just went over to them, nudged the aggressor away, and helped up the kid who wasn’t having fun. Totally cool, didn’t say a word. His face just said, “Come on, guys.” I felt bad that I didn’t intervene, but was happy that this kid did.

There’s one kid in my school who is “special needs.” I’m not sure what his disability is. He doesn’t appear to have Down syndrome or autism. He kind of reminds me of a guy I used to work with who had suffered some brain damage in a car accident as a child. This boy seems alert, but doesn’t say anything. There’s another kid who is small and painfully shy; he never speaks above a whisper. And I’m kind of surprised how much the other students rally around them. Obviously, like I said above, bullying happens, but it doesn’t happen to these two.

Plenty of kids don’t speak up in class, so I didn’t know there was anything unusual about the second kid until one day last year. We were playing a game where the kids had to line up in two lines and race each other to answer a question. It was the shy boy and another kid. The other kid answered first but got it wrong. Then the shy kid whispered the correct answer to me. When I pointed to him as the winner, every kid in the class, on both teams, started cheering. It was amazing.

There was another time, I did an activity where each table had to draw a random slip of paper and fill in the blank to read the sentence out loud. We had done a few rounds when one table decided they would have their teammate, the special needs boy, read the sentence for the team. With their help, he did it, and everyone in the class cheered. He got a standing ovation.

Middle school boys don’t come to mind when I think about groups of people who are exceptionally generous towards people who are different, but sometimes they surprise you.

Things I don’t miss

My last post was about things I miss about home and look forward to doing or having when I get back. Today I’m going to talk about the things I don’t miss. There’s not that many that I can think of.

4. Having a car. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one of those people who is all self-righteous about not owning a car. I actually do own a car, and it’s sitting at home in Phoenix waiting for me to come drive it again. In Phoenix not having a car is hot and sucky and it takes forever to get anywhere. But in Gwangju I can walk and take public transportation everywhere, and it’s actually more convenient than driving. If I have to go someplace very quickly or late at night, taxis are cheap and plentiful. I save money, get exercise, and don’t have to worry about parking. It’s sweet. I hope when I get home after not driving for a year I still remember how to drive a stick shift.

3. Hearing about the upcoming Presidential election. I catch some of it online, so I’m not entirely unaware, but 4 years ago, hearing about the presidential election just drove me nuts. I would listen to the radio in the car and hear all this noise about how Obama put the wrong mustard on his burger, or Hillary wore something that showed a quarter-inch of cleavage. I really don’t need to know all that in order to make my decision about who to vote for. It’s really nice not having to hear about that nonsense, even if the alternative is seeing women dancing on street corners in support of their candidate.

2. Drama. I know and like a lot of people in my home city, but christ, is there ever a lot of drama. Someone is always not getting along with someone else. The people I hang out with here in Korea have a lot of incentive to stick together because if they want to hear people speaking English on the weekend, the handful of other foreigners are the only game in town. I’m sure there are some people who screw up and lose friends, but it happens a lot less when you can’t just go find other people to hang out with.

1. These two monsters. Talk about a couple of animals who can suck it. These things live in my apartment. They belong to my old man. They are two of the most spoiled, irritating animals I’ve ever met. Well, Rhubarb is just brain-damaged and is sometimes able to mind her own business, but Easter is just a pain in the ass.

 

Getting away from them was one of my main reasons for coming to Korea (not really, but sometimes it feels that way). It feels great to be able to cook meals without them underfoot. To be able to read or make art without having to shove them away, only to have them jump back up in your business every five seconds until they get distracted by something else. It feels amazing to get dressed in work clothes that aren’t covered in cat hair at all times, even fresh from the dryer because it permeates the air. Cats are parasites. There’s nothing charming about them, and if you think there is, you’re wrong. All they want to do is eat your food and shove their buttholes in your face. I can’t stand them, and being 100% happy with my life won’t be an option until they die in another 20 years or so (I know they will live that long, because awful things invariably do).

Things I miss, part III

I come home in three months. This is the final time I will complain about things I can’t do or get in Korea. So, here it is:

8. Breakfast. Breakfast is not something Korea really does. I mean, people eat in the morning, but they eat the same sort of things they have for lunch and dinner: kimchi, rice, fish, soup. Almost every café serves waffles, but these are considered a snack or dessert. They’re good: I liked going to this place called Full House after Korean class and getting a fruit waffle and a cup of coffee.

But I miss being able to go out for breakfast and get French toast, some home fries or hash browns, toast, that sort of thing. Specifically, I miss 5th Avenue Cafe and their amazing red potatoes and French toast. That was a Sunday morning ritual for me and the old man.

7. Sandwiches. I loooooove sandwiches. I am also a vegetarian, which limits my sandwich options, but you’d better not underestimate the vegetarian sandwich. There are some amazing concoctions out there. But sandwiches are another thing that are considered a snack. Some cafés have some prepackaged ones, but they all have meat. I went to an actual sandwich shop downtown once, and all they had that I could eat was a cheese sandwich on this strangely sweet bread. It did not hit the spot. I was used to having sandwiches several times a week in the U.S., so a year with minimum sandwiches is not ideal.

6. Having a couch. My apartment has a bed, and a small table with two chairs. I use one of the chairs as a nightstand and sit in the other one while I’m using my laptop. If I want to relax, I have to do it on the bed, which is not that comfortable. Not a big deal, but I liked having another place to sit. I can’t really have people over, either. On the other hand, I do enjoy having a personal cocoon all for myself. Having my own space feels amazing.

5. My sewing machine. I had a Viking Huskvarna and I knew how to use it. I made handbags, clothes, curtains, and other stuff. And if I found something I liked at the thrift store that didn’t fit right, it was easy for me to fix it – change the sleeves, hem it, take it in. I also make art, and I miss being able to make quilts and stuff. I have some ideas and I hope to get busy when I get back.

4. Thrift stores. I know I mentioned this one before, but I miss it even more now. I haven’t gotten any new work clothes since I got here. There’s one thrift store in town where I got some sweatshirts and winter stuff, but I’ve been wearing the exact same work outfits I had when I got here. Some of it is getting a little worn out, and because I don’t have my sewing machine, I can’t fix things easily. I’m also not shaped like 99% of Koreans, so I don’t even bother trying to find clothes that fit me. Pants and skirts – forget it.

3. Running errands not being a baffling ordeal. I have been to the bank four times since I got here. Literally, four times. It’s not that I haven’t needed or wanted to go more times, but my Korean’s not good enough to go by myself, so I have to have another teacher escort me. Every time I go, whatever I need takes at least 15 minutes, and it feels longer because it’s not just my time I’m wasting, it’s hers. Bill problems, post office stuff, health care, shopping…everything is 10 times harder to accomplish. There’s plenty of stuff I’d like to get done, but just don’t because it’s too hard. I’ve put off trying to get a Korean library card for my mom for months because I just know it’s going to be impossible. I’ve heard that coming back to your home country after living abroad can feel boring, but I think I will appreciate everything feeling so easy.

2. Having short hair: the day before I left Phoenix, I got a haircut (thanks Ambur!). It looked and felt great. But very short hair on ladies is another thing that Koreans don’t really do. When it was super short, I never heard the end of it from my students. It grew out naturally, and because haircuts are a baffling ordeal, it stayed long for quite a while. I mentioned to the other teachers that I had my hair really short (the soccer team had just had all their heads shaved and I was jealous) and that I wanted to cut it like that again. And they were like, “Diana, for the love of god, don’t do that.” Sigh. So I have it longer than I would like until I get home. Then: BUZZZZZZZ.

1. My old man

That was an amazing two weeks we had there, but it was simply not sufficient. When I get back I think I will permanently attach my body to his.