Ocean Toes & River Legs

This is what happens when you rent a car on a beautiful day in the springtime.

 Entering Seoraksan National Park 

 Starting our way up Seorak Mountain 

 Buddhist Temples decorated with colorful lanterns 

 First viewpoint -- with fellow foreign language
 teachers in Yanggu (from left to right:
 Canadian, American, Japanese, Chinese) 

 Gaining elevation, losing leg strength 

 Summit!  That's the ocean below the sky.  

 The cameraman told us to do this...
 He climbs up here every day and sells cups of
 juice for $5 a piece...  I wasn't quite that thirsty.  

 Back down, it's "giant bacon" for dinner. Cook it yourself, then cut it
 with scissors and put a piece on a fresh lettuce leaf. Add a little rice
 and  some red  pepper  "sauce." Roll it up and eat it all in one bite.
 That  red  stuff  in the front is kimchi, and no, it's not bad grilled.  

 The beach that we saw from up top 

And this is what happens when you get home and realize that you booked the car for two days but it's only been one.

 Late breakfast, early lunch -- Buckwheat green onion
 "pancake" with red and white kimchi as sides 

 The main dish was these buckwheat noodles with red pepper
 "sauce," cucumbers, boiled egg, and a bit of dried seaweed. Pour
 in some cold "broth," stir it up, and find yourself full until dinner.  

 Just below North Korea, in the very north-easternmost corner
 of South Korea lies this less travelled, bright blue beach. 

 We soon realized we were the only ones in the tide pools
 not looking for food. 

 See there in the center? A blue and orange starfish! 

 And he thinks he's the one catching things... 

 Rock, sea, sky 

 Rock, tree, me 

 Who needs a shade umbrella when you could have a whole
 shade tent? I guess that's what people's logic is anyway! 

 Left the ocean in the afternoon and went to this shady river valley. 

 We drove out when evening fell and saw fish jumping --
  their silver bellies sparkling specks all over the place.  

* * * 

Put your toes 

in the ocean, 

Rinse your legs 

in a river,

Let your soul awaken 

to rest. 

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Thanks for reading :)

Local Broadcast

Hi there!

As I mentioned in the previous post, I was invited to participate in a broadcast on a local, volunteer-run radio program.  The broadcast has now been edited and uploaded!  For those who are curious, here's how to find it:

       1. Go to http://www.ygccfm.com
       2. Click on the green square (if it isn't already selected)
       3. Click on the blue, triangle "play" button next to the line with the word "caren" in it
       4. Skip to 25:09 and listen through until you hear the transition music (around 33:03)

The way that "Karen" is spelled, "caren," sort of indicates the way I feel about the broadcast after hearing the final version.  It was a really fun experience, but something always seems a bit off when listening to yourself talk like that!

Also, I had prepared written answers to the questions, as I was told that reading them would suffice, but upon listening back, I wished I would've been brave enough (it was surprisingly nerve-wracking, even with the lack of a physical audience, just knowing that my voice was on record!) to speak out of the box a bit, and perhaps pick up the tempo a tad.

  Getting something ready to read was quite a task
  in and of itself!  I wrote what I thought might work first,
  then Jihoon helped me to work out the kinks.  

Regardless, this was my first broadcast and I did it almost entirely in a foreign language.  So, while I wouldn't exactly say that it's super smooth around the edges, I would say that the completion of the 'cast is cause enough for cheers.

For those who'd like to follow along while listening, click the link below to see a script (Korean) alongside a rough translation (English)...

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1tj4Dy-AvYRKx2yINpWVdtGJhiMWXZqUM4kDeL0_5xYE/edit?usp=sharing

Enjoy!

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Thanks for listen/read-ing :)

Quite Some Time

An-neong-ha-se-yo?

I'd rather not call it a gap or a pause, but perhaps a respite or a break.

Regardless of your word of choice, however, I admit that I have not posted in quite some time.

This is partly because I was watching too many Korean talk shows after work for a while there and partly because a lot of aspects of life here have started to seem normal, making it difficult to find inspiration amidst the routine.

However, going back home for a couple weeks after Christmas and seeing many family members and friends, I was confronted a couple of times on my recent lack of recent updates.

Rather than going back and trying to cover past ground, I'll just start fresh from the present, perhaps throwing down a few flashbacks from the past, perhaps just pressing on from here.

Today's post: in pictures.

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Continuously Chilly

 The sunrise, captured from the parking lot at school,
 shortly after 8am. 

 The high school I teach at is being remodeled, so we are
 temporarily sitting in a computer lab in the dormitory building.
 The students are on winter vacation, so I have no classes to teach. 

 After work, walking across the bridge.  They're getting
 the ice ready for skating and what looks like
 a kids' hockey tournament. 

 Leftover snow remains in shady spots, but
 new snow hasn't fallen in quite a while now. 

* * *

Year by Year

 I signed another contract last week -- now planning
 to continue teaching in the same town, but at
 a different high school, until February 25, 2016. 

* * *

Weekend Outing

 Out for lunch on Sunday with a couple of the wiser teachers
 from school (left: art teacher,right: retired science teacher). 

 It was a cloudy day, but we enjoyed the view walking
 around outside the Animation Museum in Chuncheon. 

* * *

Personal Pizza

 So this is what happens when you get to know
 the owner of a local pizza & chicken place! 

 I met these two ladies through one of the teachers here
 at school (right: restaurant owner, center: her friend). 

* * *

Radio Broadcast

 It just so happened that the restaurant owner's husband
 (not pictured) volunteers as head of the
 local radio program. 

 He invited me to be interviewed on the air.  Luckily, I was
 allowed to write down my answers to the questions ahead of time
 and just read them out... since it was conducted in Korean! 

 Funny how nerve wracking it was, being that there were only
 three people in the room!  Anyway, the interview is scheduled
 to be uploaded on February 1st.  I'll send you the link then! 

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Thanks for reading :)

Summer Break

A week off for Summer Break and I spent it... Guess where!  In Seoul!  I stayed with a couple of old friends and saw a few new sites in the suburbs of the big city.  You can read the rest in pictures...

(Click to enlarge)

Road to Seoul 

 The city that once housed my everyday life --
 reflecting while riding in on the bus. 

Suwon

 Out the window of a university friend's apartment.  Somehow,
 the view seemed so similar to the first apartment I stayed in. 

 Hiking up the hill to a UNESCO World Heritage site,
 the Suwon Fortress. 

 Peering out as we stopped for a shade break. 

 A sign saying how many km away we
 were from several major cities all over the world.
 I think New York was around 11,000 km. 

 And a bell to ring.  3 rings for a dollar. 

 Back down in the city, some interesting wall art. 

 A decorated side street. 

 These two warriors were doing some sort of sword
 fighting demonstration when they paused for "Photo Time."
 I tried not to get too close.  

 Kids playing hard on a sunny afternoon. 

 An E.T. mural.  Is it just me or does this picture
 have some similarities with the one just before it? 

Bundang 

 Hiking a mountain, seeing the city. 

 Also seeing an ancient fortress. 

 Seoul

 I stopped by one of my favorite places in the city, Olympic Park,
 near where I lived for the longest, before heading home.  This
 photo was taken while riding a rented bicycle in the rain.
 Good to think back on old times.
 Nice to continue on with new. 

Thanks for reading :)

English Kamp

Last week, first semester finished and English Camp begun.  Not entirely sure what was expected of me, but knowing that I was expected to plan a three-day event, I put together a mix of activities, including Cooking, Reading, Movie Watching, Singing, Sports, and Card Games -- all under the general theme of "Cultural Experience."  Overall, it seemed to be pretty good fun for all involved... myself included! 

 Mixing up Blueberry Pancakes! 

 Helping students measure out their ingredients. 

 Looks good, right?! 

 Reading "Pocahontas" 

 We made Tuna Melts another day. 

 Out playing Ultimate Frisbee! 

 UNO! 

 Group photo on the last day!  If my co-teacher (in a gray t-shirt
on the right) and I look a bit tired, it's probably because we were!
A lot of time and energy went into prep and organization, but
I think we were both happy to see the students active, learning,
and enjoying themselves all at the same time! 

Thanks for reading :)

Little Things and Larger

Before traveling overseas, I studied a spiky graph titled, The Stages of Culture Shock.  The line soared upward toward bliss, tumbled downward approaching hate, and then began to climb up again before cascading down one more time.  In the ideal end, the line flattened out as if parallel with the floor, presumably depicting some sort of well-adjusted medium.

And thus, soaring and tumbling lines were what I saw in the darkness of my mind, as my closed eyes shut out the light, and I attempted to visualize the culture shock that I'd heard I would inevitably experience upon traveling to a foreign land.  

Since my initial arrival in Korea, however, I have spotted not a single such line.  I haven't sensed a season of glee followed by dreary despise.  I don't know if I'm climbing up or falling down, and I wish I knew, but instead only wonder, whether or not I am beginning to become parallel with the floor.  

That being said, I wouldn't say that I haven't experienced culture shock. 

 October 3, 2011: The day before I boarded my first international flight. 

- After about a day and a half of surviving off the oatmeal and granola bars that I'd stashed in my suitcase, I was invited to dinner by my new supervisor, only to be caught up in confusion as I stared at the table: one large pot of chicken boiling in red, spicy-looking broth in the center, an array of random and indiscernible mini-dishes scattered about seemingly everywhere, and thin, metal chopsticks next to an empty, white baby-sized plate in front of me.  I knew neither what this meal was, nor how to consume it.  (October, 2011)

- Ready for my second day of on-the-job training at an elementary school, I answered an incoming call, was told that another teacher had gone on vacation so I would be taking his place, teaching full-time for 6-weeks at a middle school down the road, and that, since the first class was to start in 45 minutes, I should come over immediately to prepare.  I thought that position changes usually took closer to a week and never imagined one happening in under an hour.  (October, 2011)

- Attempting to eat like the locals, I brought a bowl of plain white rice for lunch, only to be informed by room full of elementary school students that man cannot live on rice alone, but that rice must always be accompanied by, at the bare minimum, kimchi and kim (dried seaweed).  I didn't know that rice specifically required side dishes.  (November, 2011)

- Looking forward to finishing my shift at 10:00pm one ordinary Wednesday evening, my co-teacher turned to me and said that we'd be staying late to rehearse the choreography for a song, which another teacher had written (mostly about the greatness of our school's founder and a bit about the greatness of our school), and which we'd be performing, while wearing large, red rose headbands, in front of more than 400 other teachers at a regional conference the next morning.  Yikes.  (April, 2012)

- Simply out to stock up on some face lotion, I waited in a rather long line and watched as an aproned employee spoke with the first person, looked down at her clipboard as she moved to the next, looked up again and spoke with the second person, looked down at her clipboard as she moved to the next, looked up again and spoke with the third person, looked down at her clipboard as she moved to the next, looked up again, met my eyes for not more than a moment, and hastily looked down again as she moved to the next.  I was used to fitting in, not to being purposefully passed by.  (December, 2012)

- Having gotten my tray-full of cafeteria food and sat down at a long table with the four Korean teachers I'd come with, I was just over half-way finished eating when I noticed that the three oldest teachers had finished already and I saw the other one hurriedly scraping her remaining food into a pile as if to appear finished and I noticed that the four of them began subtly glancing back and forth from me, to each other, to my tray -- I supposed to see when I'd fall in and do the same, thereby permitting the group to rise and depart.  So much for me eating my lunch and you eating yours.  (March, 2014)

 June 15, 2014: I've now lived in Korea for a grand total
of 24 months.  Sorry I still took a picture with the
wrong side of the map! 

Looks, 

words, 

feelings, 

everyday events.  

While I haven't felt myself bumping distinctly up and directly down like the spikes on a stegosaurus' back, I have been shaken by the slightest things, at the most unexpected times, in the normal-est of places.  And that's what I now think must be what makes up the larger rises and falls on the graph of The Stages of Culture Shock -- not big business, like I had initially imagined, but instead, all sorts of little things -- little things that take turns as they softly whisper the weighty words: here is a whole lot different than there. 

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Thanks for reading :)

What About Work?

If you've been reading my posts so far, you know a whole lot about my life outside of work, but not much about my work life.  The aim of this post is to add a bit of weight to the not-so-heavy side of the scale.

I teach 10th and 11th grade girls.  There are roughly 30 students per class.  The students stay in the same classroom (it's the teachers who come and go in and out), with the same class, all day, for the whole year.  Each student has their own desk and locker (closer to a cubby, really) in their classroom.  At the little school that I work at, there are 3 classes in each grade, meaning that I (teaching two grades), have about 180 students in all.

  A basic classroom. This was Movie Day. 

I see the 10th graders for one 50 minute class per week, and the 11th graders for three.  There is a huge range of levels in each class, but on the whole, the students' language level is significantly stunted compared to those that I saw in Seoul.  In time with trend of Korean English-learners, too, their knowledge of grammar, theory, and how-to-pass-tests is vast next to their timid attempts to actually talk.

There's a lot, to say the least, of pressure on students in Korea.  They have to be good students so that they can go to good universities and get good jobs.  Unfortunately, "good" is a relative term.  From my standpoint, 99% of the students I teach are good students.  You'd think it the great ones, then, who'd stand out.  Well, I'd consider a whole half of them to be great, so even they don't really stand out.  The ones who really stand out are the ones who approach perfection.

 Out cold... pencil in hand... shortly before midterms. 

For the most highly-motivated students, anything less than 100% is a cause for serious concern.  By the same stretch, when teachers make tests, one teensy error can tarnish their teaching career.  Grades are everything.  And any good student who wants to go to any good university and get any good job must measure herself according to the answer key.  Talk about pressure.

 Showing off their super-duper math skills.  Students here do
calculus by hand (logarithms, square roots, and who knows what
else). Their plea to me when we took this picture was, A) tell the
world how hard they have it in hopes of starting a "calculate
with  calculators" movement and, B) tell everyone in America
how crazily smart they are in hopes of making foreign friends. 

Here betwixt the rice patties, that pressure seems to be a bit more narrowly spread.  My Korean co-teacher has commented that the students at our school lack motivation and don't have the drive they need to succeed.  While that may be the reality that forcibly faces the citizens of this country, I have a hard time not feeling happy when I see a couple of students sitting cross-legged on the lawn, smiling, or catch the same group of girls playing a silly sort of hide-and-seek in the English room on every one of their beloved 10-minute breaks.

Being in the countryside, there seems, somehow, to be slightly more space for bits of childlike beauty.

Thanks for reading :)