Live From The Swiss Hotel

Hey folks,

It's Thursday evening here. Just arrived at the hotel for the night after a solid few hours of continued opening week festivities with the other new teachers.

Turns out we're going to be in this hotel for a bit longer than we anticipated--hopefully we'll all be moved into real apartments by this time next week, but it's all really up in the air for now. That's actually just fine, because it's been a busy week and keeping 90% of my belongings in one solitary spot has been advantageous so far.

I'm still in some utter disbelief that I actually live in Gwangju! This was a city I idealized to no end, visited only on the weekends, only to return to my humble abode out in the sticks where I would spend my weekdays longing for that (surprisingly) cosmopolitan concrete jungle of organized chaos that is civic Gwangju. It's been really nice to show some of the new teachers around, introduce them to to food, and help them get oriented here. It's a hell of a crew, and I'm really happy to have met each and every one of them.

We began training at one of our academy (LCI Kids Club)'s three Gwangju branches on Tuesday, after a Monday full of errands and paperwork. We've been slowly worked into the routine, and are now beginning to lead some of the classes. The first and main observation I have is YIKES. The vast majority of the students at this academy are still in what is, more or less, kindergarten, and their English level is incredible. I'd go so far as to say, to put it in perspective, that I haven't really had a student (of total Korean background) in my previous years (and that includes kindergarten to 6th grade, mind you!) whose English caliber rivals that of these little study machines. Let's call them that, because that's really what they are--English is just a portion of their day, in addition to (including, but not limited to): Chinese language class, Korean language class, math, science, violin lessons, cello lessons, piano lessons, figure skating lessons, taekwondo lessons, and various other extracurriculars intended only for students of this feverishly motivated stature.

It's amazing. It's overwhelming. It's a lot of work. It's more pressure than I'm used to. It necessitates even more self-organization than I'm accustomed to. It's familiar. It's more difficult than expected.

It's a job that, regardless of what I learn in the coming days, will challenge me in ways I cannot understand until the time comes for me to do it all on my own and impose my personality and teachings upon these (mostly) sweet and eager children.

Challenge accepted.

Off to bed. Women's hockey in 3 hours! Need a little sleep if I'm going to get up for that one.
One perk of being in a Korean hotel for another week or so: plenty of free coffee, orange juice, and 100 channels. Let's hope it's on TV!

I've Arrived in Gwangju! (광주에 왔다!)

Morning, folks!

It's currently 10:56 a.m. on Monday morning in Gwangju, South Korea. Pretty happy to be here and utterly shocked that (and I don't want to jinx this, but...) I feel no trace of jet lag.

Flight from Chicago clocked in at just over 13 hours, although it felt like much more. Arrived at Incheon International around 5:00 p.m. Sunday night (Korea time), grabbed the bags, even caught a celebrity sighting, complete with dozens of wailing middle school girls (Lindsay Ross, I'm looking at you!), caught up with an old man holding a card that read "Samuel Hurd" (always wanted to see one of those!), and waited for another teacher arriving on a later flight--who, by the way, is an awesome dude! His name is Steven, and it's his first year in Korea.

We caught a 7:20 p.m. bus to Gwangju, where we were promptly met by the academy director (we think?) and shuttled to a hotel, where we will be staying for a few days. For all you folks familiar with Korea, it's a pretty cheap but clean Love Motel--the kind that, for better or worse (more often than not, worse) reek of garlic, booze, and sex. This one is pretty nice and quiet and odorless, and we are thankful for that.

Had a late dinner of (what else for a first meal?) grilled pig and soju.

Slept hard for 7 hours, which I haven't done in a long time, and here we are. Today, it's off to meet the director and other incoming teachers for lunch--then, we're off to get poked and prodded in every which way at the hospital. Medical checks here are, well, not something to look forward to. It's like Scott Van Pelt says about running: "the best part is when I stop."

Looks like we're free for the day after that. We'll most likely start work tomorrow, but that's just a rough guess for now. Will probably try to explore the city a bit more later today.

That's all for now, folks. Thanks for all the love and support and kind wishes. I'll do my best to make you all very proud throughout the next year. Check back often for updates!

Gwangju is exactly as I remember it. Charming. And an all-around extremely livable city.

Round 3

In 48 hours, I'll board a plane to Chicago. In 63 hours, I'll land at Incheon International. Never before did I really envision a third year in Korea (or a first year, for that matter), but here I am. All packed up. And, true to form, feeling sick as a dog just in time for my new adventure.

And I say adventure because that's what I enjoy so much about Korea: no matter how much you think you have it all figured out, no matter how linguistically apt your tongue, no matter how adventurous your palate, no matter how rampant your wanderlust, or keen your eyes for the details of life in eastern Asia, Korea is always an adventure. 

It's what kept me coming back for a second year, and it's what brings me back for a third. Korea is as exotic as it is familiar, chaotic yet sensible, equal parts disgusting and delicious, repulsive and remarkable, and almost always both forgetful and forgiving. I've spent two years here, two hard years that, looking back on them, feel more like ten. And yet, I have a feeling that, no matter how long I stay, I'll truly never have this place figured out. Try as I may. After two years, this would appear to be a reason to leave. Quite the contrary. At this moment in time, it's a reason to stay.

And staying is not something I've executed well in the last 5 months. Upon returning to the United States last fall, just as I had done the previous fall, I half-heartedly feigned a list in my head, a list of all the faces I should see, places I should go, luxuries I should soak up, foods with which I should regain some level of familiarly, stories I can (and cannot) tell. 

I might as well have shredded that list. These 5 months have been incredible, if only for the fact that there was no such list. There is no set quota of friends and family to see, have a beer with, spend a week with, take a trip with, no food that I'll miss too much over the next year to appease my palate with, no sensible time at which to wake up, sleep, study Korean, read a book, visit friends, go for a run, or do any of the things you do when the vast majority of your friends and family are inevitably busier than you. There's no limit to the number of miles you can log on your vehicle (the blue van has absorbed over 14,000 miles in under 6 months).

There was no list, there was no quota. There were family and friends (especially those of you int the Minneapolis/St.Paul, Madison, Milwaukee, and Chicago regions), and there was almost no sense of time. Anyway, I can sense this getting vaguer as I get softer in my praise for all of you, so it's time to wrap it up. I'm equal parts excited to get back to that combination of familiarity and mystery that is the Republic of Korea and equal parts lamenting and appreciating the fact that I have numerous goodbyes that have and have not yet happened as I leave for another year abroad.

Upon the sudden death of his 27-year old son, a very close family friend of ours from my early adolescence visited my father's house a few weeks ago. Of course, he emotionally lamented his family's loss. More importantly, and amazingly, however, he celebrated the life that his son did live, because it was a life lived for others, a life in which he was able to, for (hopefully) better or worse, affect all of those around him. "There are so many lonely, self-pitying people in this world," he observed, but "he affected everyone around him. He gave himself to people."

A heavy thank-you to all of you who give yourself to me and allow me to give myself to you. It's been amazing to see that, after several years apart, we are all still able to give as much to each other as we ever were. Now it's off to Korea, where I hope to give as much of myself to both the expats and natives of the Korean peninsula.

It's time for Round 3.

The Best 2 Years I've Ever Had.

I thought I was done with Korea after setting foot in my apartment. I looked at my daunting schedule--5 schools, each one day a week, with one bus and only one bus to get me there. I looked at my hometown--a charming enough, yet total countryside anomaly in this urban jungle, with basically enough foreigners to count on one hand living in a 25 kilometer radius. I looked at my apartment, cynically thinking "this will never be a home. I signed on for a year, and damnit, I will dutifully finish my year."

I thought I was done with Korea after a year in the countryside. As it turns out, I fell in love with the countryside. I was enamored with the fresh (albeit dense with cow feces) air, a rarity in this heavily developed country. I was enamored with the locals, who in previous months were complete strangers (many of whom had never even seen a foreigner, much less spoken to one) and were now like old friends. I was enamored with the food, the freshness, the simplicity, the pride in one's gastronomical choices, and the fact that I had happily lost upwards of 10 kilograms. I was enamored with the children, who, for all their innocence and rural purity, had the ceaseless energy and uncompromising competitiveness and capacity for affection as my mother's black lab puppy back home, miles and miles away. I was enamored with the other expats I was so lucky to have met--truth be told, they are the backbone of my experience and ultimately explain how I've come to know this country in the ways that I have, and they feed my desire to continue knowing this place. I was also enamored with a beautiful, charming, and challenging girl as well.

I thought I was done with Korea after one year.
Alas, I was not.

I thought I was done with Korea after two years. Upon moving to a larger city, a city which granted a vast array of opportunities to meet new people, try more succulent food, travel to new places, try my damnedest to inspire a new group of children (this proved more difficult than I could have imagined, naturally), feed my desire to understand the language, figure out just exactly what the hell both bothers and excites me so much about this country (to no avail; I wholeheartedly believe it is part of the Korean experience to, despite all valiant efforts, never fully understand this country...counter-intuitively, this is perhaps what draws me back), and both physically live and emotionally grow closer to the aforementioned charming girl I had met.

I thought I was done with Korea after two years.
Alas, I am not.

A lot changed in that first year. Even more seemed to change in my second year. I shame myself for not keeping friends, family, fellow expats, or readers completely informed as to what my two years here have entailed, as to what tests of character have been met, as to what tests of patience have been met, as to what ends one may go to seek out, well, all that there is to seek out in this seemingly small yet unbelievably vast place. It occurred to me, and I can't specify when, that there's no perfect, all-inclusive way to clue you in on what it's like to be here. My mother and father, who made me feel as though I was the luckiest man alive upon their visits to Korea, testified that, although they had a hell of a time here, they were consciously "scratching the surface" of what Korea is.

I don't need to tell you everything because I can't tell you everything. And that's fine with me, and that's probably fine with you as well.

But there is something deeply grabbing about this place. I cannot emphasize enough just how simultaneously tumultuous and euphoric the last 2 years of my life have been. I have never been so lucky, I have never been so helpless. I have never been so stimulated, and I have never been so disinterested. I have never been so clear-minded, and I have never been so astray. And (thanks be to Third Eye Blind on this one, a nice break from my strange mood and a flashback to Sam's middle school days) "I've never been so alone, and I've never been so alive."

I thought I was done with Korea.

I'm not sure if I mean this to pertain to my employment status, my language acquisition, my diet, my circle of friends, my future aspirations involving family, travel, hobbies, or marriage. But I will say one thing with regards to my previous two years and future years to come.

I will never, realistically, be done with Korea.

And I'm ecstatic to see, exactly, in what ways that will play out.

The Little Things.

     Let's face it.   Whether I'd like to believe it or not, Korea is just not the place to simply walk up to someone and start a conversation.  Sometimes I miss this about my hometown and about my mother country as a whole--it's largely not an awkward and socially imposing thing to approach a stranger with a question, a friendly greeting, or just small talk on the street.

     I'm relatively reserved about such things in my own country--pretty trusting of myself, confident in what I'm doing and where I'm going, and usually in enough of a hurry to get there that I seldom have time and reason to just chat.  Here, having overcome some of the language barrier and cultural differences, I fear that's been amplified in that, sometimes, I forget, altogether, how to have such a casual conversation.  People here remain pretty shy, not just in speaking to foreigners (I sometimes joke with my parents about just how overly safe I feel in a country where people are often too scared to so much as talk to me), but also to each other.  From small talk to life stories, this kind of spontaneous bonding seems to have little place in Korea.

     On an average weekday, the most advantageous time for me to strike up such a conversation is around 7:40 a.m, during which time I wait for my morning bus to school.  My bus stop is located at a rather busy intersection that houses (what might be) the largest middle and high school campus in the city of Pyeongtaek.  As such, I see plenty of young people running around (and I do mean running around), always en route to school, academies, quick dinners in between, taekwondo lessons, and if they're lucky, home.  Each morning, I wait for my bus along with a half dozen other Koreans, more often than not middle and high school students departing for other parts of the city.  There is always an old lady, and she always gives me curious but rather friendly head-to-toe glances in front of her snack shop.  I've come to brush that off.  She's friendly, but does little to no talking; rather, she just uses hand signs to convey how tall I am.  We see this.

     Try as I may to say a simple "hi" or "how are you?" to some of the younger queued students, they simply giggle, get embarrassed, and, if they're feeling really conversational, toss back a "fine, thank you."  This happens with relatively frequency and few results.

     Then, on Monday (Was it Monday? It's been a long week already...), a cold, rainy, and altogether unpleasant morning, a friendly high schooler who, after originally standing 3 or 4 meters away from me, approached me with some English after a hearty throat clear.  It was awesome!

     Better yet, he looked up to see I had no umbrella, and that my blazer was damp, and immediately proceeded to hold his umbrella higher so that we could share it!  What a guy!

     He asked me, in awesome English, "What is your job in Korea?  Are you soldier?"
     "No," I replied.  "I'm an English teacher."
     "Ah, wow, great!  You are so tall, and I am happy to share my umbrella with you."
     "Thank you so much, you are so nice.  What is your job?"
     "Hahaha, you think I am old?  Thank you!  I am just a high school student."
     "Wow, you look very old and professional!"
     "Thank you so much."

     With that, my bus had arrived, and it was time to say goodbye.  "Thanks for the umbrella," I turned and waved and shouted.  "Have a good day!"
     "You too, nice teacher!  Have a good day too!"

     With that, my day was off to a nice start.  Why share that story?  It was 30 seconds of my life, 30 seconds that I could experience every morning of every week of every month of every contract in Korea.  It was 30 seconds of conversation that plenty of students and Korean people are generally capable of having.  It was 30 seconds, and that's hardly enough to make someone's day, or better yet, have your day be made my someone, right?

     I share that story because, after nearly 20 months in Korea, after 6 schools and a few thousand students, after hundreds of short bus rides to and from school, after all the cynicisms I may have accumulated about the utter lack of straight up, casual, for-the-hell-of-it, "how's life been?" conversation in Korea...

     All it takes is an umbrella, and/or a friendly face, and/or a little English confidence to make your day in 30 seconds, to reassure you that what you're doing here is worth both your time and that of others.

     It's all about the little things.

Cool As A Cucumber.

     Almost everywhere I go in Korea, despite all the fast-paced aspects of life on the peninsula, despite the incessant, hurried mentality of hard work and growth across the nation, despite the short tempers of taxi and bus drivers, despite the powerful elbows of the elder women who seek to jab the sides of bystanders (especially amplified on weekend market days), I maintain that there seems to be, for all people I meet here, a certain attainable, brilliant calm to Korean people that is, at once, under-appreciated and rarely seen in its purest form.  

     Plainly stated, to the best of my knowledge in my 19+ months here, many folks here have seemingly learned to grow thick skin, to move on from hard ships, to put yesterday behind and simply move forward to face a new day.  I too have learned a bit more about what this calm can do for one's general outlook.  Last year, at my countryside job, which I still miss sometimes, a bad day was never simply a bad day.  I had bad weeks, even a few bad months, and I simply hadn't grown the skin, the confidence, the teaching authority, and the flexible memory required to just let myself have a bad day and look forward to the next day.  These days, with a slightly less hectic school load, one school instead of five, and a clearer understanding of my ambitions, abilities and shortcomings as a teacher, I too have learned to find this calm.

     But this post is not really about me.  This is something I've been meaning to communicate, in as many words as it takes, to those of you who dearly worry about us expats on the Korean peninsula.  It is, of course, difficult to perfectly and logically describe everything that happens here on the ground to family and friends 7,000 miles away, but I want you to know that we're all okay.  

     People here, on the topic of North Korea, seem to be as cool as cucumbers.  We wake up, and sure, North Korea is the main focus of morning radio shows.  No surprise there.  We wind down and go to sleep, and North Korea is the main focus of the nightly news shows.  No surprise there.  We go to school, where teachers debate, in a language that I try so desperately to grasp, seemingly everything BUT North Korea.  That might be a surprise to many.

     I don't remember ever having a talk about North Korea with anyone at my school.  Kids seem to be more comically passionate about the issue, and some of my similar-aged Korean friends are open and concerned enough to talk about it.  

     I can distinctly remember the day that Kim Jong-Il passed away in December of 2011.  I was shocked to read the BBC story that broke, and immediately ran to the main teachers office to alert everyone.  I had, in my head, pressed some sort of panic button without any hesitation.  I explained, in my broken Korean, that the former Dear Leader had kicked the bucket.  Upon being told of the news, a few teachers turned around, shrugged, made a face, and returned to their computer screens.  The principal thanked me for the news, and everyone went back to work.  Everyone just went back to work.

     A year and a half removed from that moment, nothing seems to have changed, at least in a way that I can clarify to you if you're not living on the peninsula.  People here remain, for the most part, cool as cucumbers.  And why is that?

     It's easy enough to say that those in Korea are "desensitized" to the issue by now.  I'd imagine most of you stateside would echo this sentiment.  Frankly, I'm happy to be dealing with this abroad, as I can't even imagine what the West's top news dogs will do to create buzz about this story.  I'm glad I'm not there to see it.  I'm glad I'm here to live in.  Even if I only live 100 miles from North Korea.  

     That makes no difference to me, nor does it to anyone here.  I sincerely believe that, although we might be desensitized to this issue, that desensitization does not have to perpetuate ignorance or apathy.  That is not the case, I can assure you.  It's not that people in Korea have come to be so familiar with the topic and the geo-politics of it all that they forget it's all happening and cease to worry about it completely; nothing could be farther from the truth.  But there's something to be said here for the way that people continue to live, knowing what they know, living where they live.  

     People here are busy.  Ask almost anyone between the ages of, oh, 15 and 60, and they'll probably tell you how loaded their schedule is with work and study and family responsibility. You could easily make the case that people simply don't have enough hours in the day to spend much time worrying about North Korea.  That's where I would start, anyway, if asked to get to the heart of why people here are as cool as cucumbers.  

     People here have also come to be fully aware of just how better off they are, as well. North Korea, the DPRK, is none of those things--it's not democratic, it's not a republic, it's certainly not for the people.  And the effect of South Korea's rapid growth, economic and academic development, and subsequent prosperity (in some ways more than others) is hardly lost on those who live here.  Koreans know where they have come from, they remain as proudly humble about it as they are eager to press forward and continue to develop the country.  I think a less appreciated answer of the "why do people here stay so cool about the whole issue?"  question is the very fact that people remain ever-motivated to separate themselves from the identity of North Korea, to solidify themselves on a world stage, to continue to pull the nation up by its proverbial bootstraps, and to proclaim that it's all in a day's work, it's just part of the national mentality.  South Korea knows where it's been, and it seems, in many ways, to know where it's going.  It can't look back, it won't look back, and nothing good will come from looking back.  The fast pace of life can explain, on the surface, why the attention is not always drawn solely to the issue of North Korea, but the perpetuation to improve life, to move forward, to seek proud autonomy and honest effort might contribute as well.

     This is a chaotic post for a chaotic topic.  All I can say to those of you stateside is that I'm in good hands, I feel safe every day, I work with people who care about my safety and wellbeing, who have their fingers on the pulse of this issue as much as anyone, but who simply don't jump to press the panic button for a number of good, if poorly articulated by your's truly, reasons.

     So all of us, Koreans and foreigners, have really learned to become cool as cucumbers on the question of North Korea.  We're as tuned in as any, make no mistake.  But we all have  busy lives to live.

     More on this to come.  

A Slow Monday.

I’m currently on my laptop, but here’s what’s tabbed up on my school computer: a hockey game (currently streaming full-screen), my G-mail inbox, 2 articles, 1 on drone strikes and Obama’s foreign policy, and another on the finer points of raising taxes for the American public, as well as an hour’s worth of sappy Korean drama, courtesy of YouTube, my Korean listening practice for the day.

You know, the computer I should be doing work on. For school.

Of course, for some of us expats in the Korean ESL industry, especially this time of year, this is a large part of our jobs, a great deal of what we truly have come to be so good at—being at work, but not really working. You see, most of us in the public school system have no classes these days. The kids have all gone again, this time for about 2 weeks, on spring “vacation.” But make no mistake about it, this is not so much a vacation. Not for the students of our school. They apparently go back home, where most teachers attest to a lack of love and compassion, and at times, sadly, a lack of parenting or parents altogether. They go to academies, which see little to no vacation time for both teachers and students. They most certain don’t travel further than downtown Pyeongtaek, and they most certainly get little stimulation outside of a computer game.

Today, and for the next two weeks, I have no classes. But these things tend to, at any other point of the school year, change on a daily, no, hourly, no, as-the-seconds-tick-away basis.

Upon hearing the faint rumble of what could possibly be our English room door opening (which by association means my “co-teacher” will soon step into our office and observe what I’m so curiously busy doing), I turn the volume down on the stereo speaker that, up until this moment, blasted the sounds of skates and sticks and hip checks into the boards. St. Louis leads Vancouver, 3-2, late in the 3^rd period. Vancouver has about 20 seconds left on the power play, and still shows plenty of life.

Turns out that rumble was not our door. Crisis averted. Sound is on again.

Such is the nature of a day with no students, no classes, and barely any teachers in the school. If not for the humming of the ceiling heater, one could all but hear a pin drop in the English room office.

It’s 1:31 p.m. on a Monday afternoon. My co-teacher has made exactly 2 trips to the English room today, each time alerting me that she’ll be spending most of her day in the teachers’ room. There, she’ll answer phones, make schedules, kiss a little vice principal ass, and generally stay busy and as informed as she can about all the happenings around the school. She does this because she has to. She does this because, in Korean schools, those below the principal and vice principal work their entire lives (and, consequently, their entire asses) off for a mere crack at the opportunity given to the education system’s most superior figures (one of my vice principals last year would kick his feet up the sound of 9:00 a.m.’s class starting bell, open the newspaper, and break from this routine only to stroll down the hill for lunch). My co-teacher is the head of all the school teachers at our school, and as such, she spends most of her free time back and forth between the principal and vice principal’s offices, doing a little brown nosing and staying overly diligent.

Vancouver’s really peppering St. Louis in the offensive zone now.

So today, and this doesn’t happen too often, there is no one in the office with me for the better part of 8 hours. At my job, it’s as cool as it is sad. While I was initially thrilled at the chance to mindlessly internet surf, read books as I pleased, even watch movies or catch up on recently missed episodes of useless TV shows as I saw fit, I tried to spend a great deal of this time writing, studying Korean, and preparing some classroom materials that, for myself and my co-workers, at least give the impression of an honest day’s work. I can remember a few conversations in the last month or two in which we, Pyeongtaek’s expats, asked each other “so, what do you tend to do while deskwarming?”

I watch hockey at my desk, too. I can’t deny that. But you can bet that, when I hear that distant door slide open, the volume’s off and the Korean study book is opened to a seemingly complicated page, full of new words and reading practice.

Vancouver just tied it…and we’re heading to overtime.

Just Another Thursday

     Tardy on the blogging yet again. And why? I've spent so much time at my desk these days, I've literally stated scrambling for ways to try to look busy when my eternally stressed co-teacher comes in, frazzled about vice principal this and obligations that. I want nothing more than to help her, but I've settled on the fact that her answer will be the same as it always is: "you look busy, and I don't want to burden you."

     "But Mrs. Cheon, I'm really not so busy right now, and I would really like to help."

     "Why aren't you busy?"

     Such is life here. I can't really buy a win--the students come in, and sure, I'm happy to see them, but it would be nice to be notified of such once in a while. Conversely, there will be entire days with no classes, during which I'm totally prepared in that the computer is on, the heat is blasting, and the review game .PPT is all set...

     And then nobody shows up, and suddenly I feel a little empty inside. I hang my head, turn off the computer, turn off the heating, close the window (don't get me started on Korean teachers and their insistence to have, yes, simultaneously, windows open and heat blasting in the thick of winter), and saunter back to my desk. I say saunter because, if I step too firmly on the floor, our little space heater starts flashing and sparking and altogether not working.

     And yet I'm not sure what that has to do with anything. I don't know where I was going with that. I guess, these days, I'm just bored. I study Korean in my free time (the grammar is starting to eat away at what brain capacity to learn a language I have left), I watch hockey highlights (happy to have it back!), I read my Hemingway book (A Farewell to Arms, good stuff), and I prepare alphabet books and simple stories for my kindergarten and 1st-2nd graders next semester. I still have 3 weeks to do...just about anything! Our semester will start again in March.

     My life has become one awkward conversation with my co-teacher.

     We have an hourly chat about an English word in which she takes some interest in using in a few sentences, we squabble about the room being cold, she takes a few calls from superiors and is visibly flustered, and I bide my time with the aforementioned attempts to look busy.

     On the bright side, although it is Valentine's Day (better spend it with the teachers!), we have a teachers dinner tonight--in Korean, this is referred to as a "회식." These are always really fun events, and I can in no way complain about how well we are all treated at such 회식s. There is usually amazing food involved, heavy drinking from the male end of one, awkwardly long table, stories told about school, life, relationships (some meant to be heard by all, some merely soju-induced spats about things that should not be uttered in such company), and even a quick 5-minute jab at American culture and customs...if we're really lucky, an elder, Mr. 최, offers a rant about why Samsung has been, is, and will continue to be, the greatest company conceived on this fine planet and why Apple can simply never match up.

     Of course, then it's on to the 노래방, literally "singing room," or karaoke, where all is forgotten and everyone's just down to have a good time, drink some more beer, get a little frisky (and by that I mean our 60-year old female principal danced pretty close to me during my rendition of the Rolling Stones's "Honky Tonk Women" at our first such get together), and just pound on the 2-3 tambourines each room is offered.

     Tomorrow the 6th graders graduate. I've got some mixed feelings on that...certainly I'll miss them, but they've been real punks as of late--surely, the knowledge of the proximity of their ceremony has not been lost on them. All teachers are pretty psyched, it seems, to have them out of the school, as they've all but given up on any form of classroom work that doesn't involve a smart phone or an open space in which to tackle each other.

     That's all from the captain's chair today, folks. Thanks for reading!

     -Sam

Christmas In Korea, Year 2

     Greetings from my desk!  Wow, it feels great to say that.  After 16 months in Korea, I finally have 1 school at which I can absolutely desk-warm while students and teachers are on vacation (as opposed to 5 schools that demand attention to different programs each day of the week, as was the case last year).  This means that I have some time to plan English camp, and plan next semester (diligent thinking!), as well as some time to catch up on anything else I'd like to--movies, music, blogging, reading, anything!  So I'm happy to write this from my desk on a frigid Thursday afternoon.  My camp planning is complete and I think it's fair to take an hour of my time and tell you a little bit about Christmas in Korea.

It's come and gone.  
Christmas for a 2nd straight year in Korea.  

     I wish I could tell you that it cured my homesickness, but has not.  However, this was really as great a Christmas as I could've expected with some folks that I, without hesitation, would certain call a semblance of a family here in Pyeongtaek.  Last year, I had a really nice brunch with some good friends, but spent the majority of the day sitting on floor heating, waiting for a chance to Skype with some family, and generally feeling sorry for myself.  

     It goes without saying at this point that the homesickness reaches its peak around the holidays--namely, in my case, Thanksgiving and Christmas.  While there's no need to inform you about the brilliance that is the Hurd Christmas agenda, suffice it to say that it involves a midnight choir service (complete with the classic, candle-lit "Silent Night"), some morning gifts from relatives, football watching and playing, Christmas music on repeat, about 25 friends and relatives packing into houses that can't possibly accomodate such a crowd, a little shopping, some historical bumming around and bar crawling in Philadelphia, and, consequently, more cheesesteaks, hoagies, and hot wings than you can shake a stick at in a year's time.  The only thing that we're usually missing on that trek to Pennsylvania is snow.  

     So you can imagine Christmas in Korea is...well, a tough sell.

There's no right way to do Christmas. You just do it. 
The best way you know how.

     Completely inconsequentially, I was watching "Shrek the Halls" with my students not a week ago (in part because it's kid-friendly and runs for approximately 28 minutes, and in part because it's the only Christmas-themed movie I could find that had subtitles attached).  

     Although I grew sick of the movie, one line stood out.  Puss, to a saddened, sorry Shrek who has never experienced a "real" Christmas, says softly and confidently,

     There's no right way to do Christmas. You just do it.

     It sounds simple and ideal, but I think it rings true for almost anyone.  I cannot truly and simply explain to anyone, exactly, why we do what we do on Christmas and Christmas only.  I cannot truly and simply explain to anyone why the 1 day of the year on which I feel comfortable and even joyful going to church is Christmas Eve.  I cannot truly or simply explain what connection, if any, stuffing myself with hoagies and chicken wings have to Christmas.  This is the beauty of Christmas, I think--it's different for everyone, and that's what we take such pride in.  It feels quirky and comforting that the things in which I take the most pride in over the holidays have come to mean nothing as far as the actual "Christmas" part of it is concerned.  It's not like we couldn't do such things on any other day of the year, but we only do them around Christmas.  It's a powerful holiday.

Christmas in Korea.

     So as homesick as one might be abroad for the holidays, the best thing one can do is exactly what one would do at home, no?  I've been watching college football bowl games at my desk, eating a bit more Western food this week (shameful), and [prepared some gifts to exchange with my girlfriend.

     But it is always people who make such things memorable, and I cannot thank my friends--no, my family here in Pyeongtaek for making this Christmas as memorable as it could have been abroad.  My good friend Cheng hosted a great potluck dinner and gift exchange night, and for those 6-7 hours, with some of my best friends in Korea, I didn't once think about what I might be missing at home (no offense).  In that moment, there was, truly, no right way to do Christmas.  We just did it.

     With food.  And more food.  And friends (family).  And gifts.  And card games.  And lots of picture-taking and goofing around.  And hugs.  And more food.  And alcohol.  And lots of alcohol.  And Christmas decorations.  And even a dog.  And more alcohol.  And more food.  And friends (family).  

     Thanks to everyone in Pyeongtaek who helped me have an amazing Korean Christmas.

     And thanks to all friends and family back home, who served as a most powerful reminder of just, exactly, why there is no place like home for the holidays, and who I can confidently say I will be returning home to next year for Christmas 2013.  

     Here are a few pictures from the holiday here in Korea.  A Merry Christmas to you and yours.

     Love,
     Sam.

     

Korean Food Spotlight: 부대찌개

     It's time for another edition of my slightly-less-than-weekly "Korean food spotlight."  We'll continue with the relatively simple concepts, in this case a giant soup in which the dominant ingredients are hardly traditionally used Korean materials.

     This dish is called 부대찌개, or "budae jjigae" if you prefer (sounds like BOO-DAY-JJEE-GAE).  The translation of this is a little amusing; 부대(budae) refers to a military base, while 찌개(jjigae) refers to any particularly thicker Korean stew.  This can be a little confusing until you hear the story of 부대찌개's inception.

Why eat this?

     No one thoroughly enjoys talking about the U.S. military presence in Korea, foreigners and Koreans alike (it seems), but 부대찌개 is one lasting memory of the United States' military presence in the peninsula.  How can this be?

     The main ingredients are all too familiar to most Americans, and include spam, hot dogs, cheese, beans (baked, kidney), onions, mushrooms, and peppers.  How do they make it into a Korean dish, you ask?  During and after the Korean War (1950-53), Korea's countryside masses turned to foraging for food they could not grow themselves--as one might learn from being here, the heavily bombed landscape that already includes 70% mountains doesn't leave an ideal amount of land on which to grow food.  Thus, people gathered leftovers from U.S. army rations (specifically from bases in and around my particular area, Pyeongtaek, which is loaded with these kids of restaurants), and did what many Koreans choose to do with a bevy of diverse ingredients--stew them in a soup.

What the hell am I looking at?

     The result is all of those sausages, spam, beans, vegetables and cheese, plus, of course, kimchi and pepper paste that we here in the peninsula refer to as 부대찌개.  Here's some visual context:

 In this particular 부대찌개, you can see some sliced spam, hot dogs, cheese,
beef, onions, rice cakes, mushrooms, and...of course, kimchi.

Heat up your portable table stove, and you've got a good 

broth started.  Yet, you're still missing one Korean favorite

that often goes in 부대찌개: ramen.  Throw it in and you're

good to go.  This particular restaurant, in Seoul, provided 

unlimited ramen per table!

In goes the ramen and some further onions, and it's ready to eat within 

minutes.  A nice little boil started, the spicy broth starting to roll...

     Budae jjigae (부대찌개) restaurants don't differ too much; depending on the place and the garden ingredients available, you'll see small variations.  One time I literally saw cans of Bush's Baked Beans (for the 'Merikans) being dumped into the broth, while on another occasion, I was lucky enough to have some freshly cut tofu blocks stewed in.  Here, you'll see some macaroni that I failed to mention:

Even though we're working with largely familiar, American ingredients, you're

still looking at one relatively healthy dish, all things considered.  This is one of

those meals that makes you feel just connected enough to come, but still very

much Korean.

So how does it taste?

     I think the idea of 부대찌개 gives many an instant thought of "well, this is good, but I'm not really eating Korean food, am I?"  The answer, intuitively, is no.  No, you are not eating Korean food.  But when you think back to the reason this is a popular, comforting dish in the first place, and you think about how proud people here are of their food--proud enough that they would keep the ingredients that some folks were allowed to subsist on when their rice fields were burned, cabbage, radishes and other crops were rotten, etc. and still find ways to "Korean-ize" it with their own tofu, kimchi, and spicy ingredients--you're not eating something that feels remotely foreign when you're finished.  Let it be known, this is most certainly still Korean food.

     And, as just about everything else here, it's awesome.  It has that perfect amount of spice and medicinal (the kind in which your nose just clears and clears) effect of warming and giving life and spices to your whole body.  And it's decidedly fun to eat, as all 부대찌개 restaurants differ from each other just a little bit.

     Give it a try!  Thanks for checking out this week's "Korean food spotlight."

My Students Aren't Always Cute...But When They Are, I Take Pictures.

     The title pretty much sums up my thoughts as to the general behavior of most of my students this semester.  I know they mean well, I know they're naturally playful, but class can generally be a struggle with 20-25 kids who tune in as quickly as they tune out.  I'm tired of having conversations about Korean education vs. U.S.A. education policy and practice, but I will say this: my kids get away with more than I'd ever like during class time, and I'm surprised my co-teacher isn't as angry about it as I am.

     That being said, here are some pictures of my students doing their thing in their cuter moments, i.e. those in which I'm not shushing them, asking them to stop writing on their desks, and sending them out of the room, to their homeroom and to the principal's office.  I've always said, and sometimes continue to say, that for all the bad days, all it takes is a cute smile or deed or some funny Konglish from a student to make you remember why you do this 40 hours a week.  

     Without further yammering, enjoy some cute 3rd, 4th, 5th and 6th graders of Songhwa Elementary:

Moving Beyond K-Pop...For Now.

     I admit it.  K-Pop (the lady variety) is some sexy stuff.  K-Pop is also, at times (the dude variety) some androgynous stuff.  For all its powdered and reconstructed faces, catchy beats and moves, and general, seemingly impossible, duality of both sexuality and innocence, K-Pop is simultaneous eye candy and headache.  Those who know me know that I'm only a K-Pop fan to the extent that it drops my jaw, helps relate to my students and other Koreans, and occasionally makes my girlfriend or even my sisters roll their eyes and think "get off it, Sam...enough already."  Those who know me know that I'm as cynical and critical (if not more so) about the industry as I am actively, happily engaged in it.  But that's neither here nor there.

     I've recently come across some other Korean music that I find absolutely groovy; music to which I cannot stop jamming in my apartment at 6:00am or 10:00pm.  The only difference is that this music doesn't blow up on YouTube, sell millions of tickets worldwide, or find its hands tied by singers who desperately try to project any personality they are allowed, and by deep-pocketed executives and record labels who seem to own and control every move, every tweet, every scandal and every cute, posed photo.  Maybe it's not music that's exciting and frustrating me today.  Perhaps I'm just having a bad day.

     Anyway, lately I've been listening to Primary (프라이머리) and Bye Bye Badman (바이바이배드맨)  lately.

     

     And they don't disappoint.  Here's Primary laying down some beats and vibes for his friend Zion T, who (in all fairness to Korean women in music videos, K-Pop or not) sings to a woman as dangerously good looking as any on the scene.  This one's called "Meet."

     How tasty is that song?  Simple, funky as can be, with a full horn section, some sneaky, cooly-spit lyrics and a foxy lady.  

     Here's Primary and some other friends, Zion T included again, laying down some funk that my good friend here in Pyeongtaek, Scott, could only refer to as sounding "like a dead ringer for Jamiroquai."  Nothing wrong with that.  This one's called "See Through."

      Scott had it right on that one.  Again, cool, relatively simple video.  Again, some good looking women and fly clothes I wish I could pull off.  I remember hearing this outside a Pyeongtaek burger joint last Monday thinking all this song makes me want to do is shoot soju and dance for hours.  And if you know anything about me, you know that takes a very specific, very saucy tune.

     Then there are these folks, from whom I've only heard a few tracks: Bye Bye Badman.  I'll have to read up a bit more on them, though that kind of info is hard to find!  All I know is they look like a bunch of kids right out of, or still enrolled in, the baddest, artsiest, fartsiest high school in Seoul.  Just a collection of cool looking kids who use plenty of English lyrics to spice up their garage-band sound.  They even drop a "fuck."  This is called "Low."

     Again, I know little of these folks beyond the fact that they occasionally play at offbeat Hongdae haunts.  Sign me up sometime, though.

     So just to set the record straight, there seems to be plenty more great music coming from this ever-complicated country--at least, for a change, some that transcends the silicone and superficiality of K-Pop's finest.  I hope this kick lasts, and I'll continue to post any solid stuff I find in the near future.  Because I can't resist talking K-Pop for more than, oh, 5 minutes without cueing up a tab full of legs, here's my sign-off.  Until next time.

Korean Food Spotlight: 닭갈비

     Thanks for checking out the blog again, folks. I'm not gonna mention a thing about why I haven't blogged for yet another month, especially after my most recent post alluded to the fact that, at the very least, I'd be offering up something on a weekly basis. That effort has also failed, but here I am a month later, begging for your forgiveness and hoping to make your mouth water with this week's installment of "Korean Food Spotlight" (you can visit my most recent food post on cow insides Here. Maybe, as my good friend and former expat in Korea has suggested, I ought to just devote this blog solely to food. That seems like a better and better idea by the day...

     Let's get on with it. What food are we talking about? The name of the game is 닭갈비 (think DAHK with a relatively hard "d" + GAL + BEE).  As I did last time, I'll show you an opening picture that is not mine and ask that you guess what you're looking at before you scroll down any further:

So we're looking at vegetables, a red sauce of some kind, and what is probably 

meat. One thing for sure is that this shit is spicy.

Question #1: What the hell am I looking at?

     Good question. Although, to be fair, this is a little bit more clear than my last offering. 닭갈비 is, contrary to what my offered pronunciation might suggest, has nothing to do with duck and everything to do with chicken. Now, you might think to yourself, "Big deal, Sam. Why waste my time? Chicken is probably the most commonly consumed bird or meat worldwide. Don't waste my time, clown." 

Question #2: Why eat this?

     I offer that what you're seeing in these pictures is something you've never really tried before. It's wildly simple, but just gets better each and every time I eat it. This is chicken, perfectly marinated and caked in spicy pepper sauce. 닭 ("DAHK") more or less referes to "chicken" in Korea, although 치킨 (literally "CHICKEN") works as well--bless Konglish in all its forms. Add vegetables, namely some lettuce for wrapping, some green onions for extra flavor, and some white and sweet onions for relative crunch. Also add some soft rice cakes (which, coincidentally, look like play-dough) that, when one is lucky, might contain some hot cheese. Order a serving or two of it for you and a friend, and it's all brought to your table, ready for you to fry up over an open flame on your table. If you approach the situation confidently enough, in this situation as well as other Korean BBQ situations, the server might even let you, the foreigner, mix it and dish it all up yourself. If not, just kick back and watch the flames grill these already spicy bird chunks.

     Yikes, that last sentence didn't sound the least bit appetizing. Here's another picture to get you back on track:

Here you have your beautiful marinated and grilled to perfection chicken chunks in the foreground,

and rice cakes, onions, and mushrooms (a nice surprise this time around) in the background.

     It only takes minutes to cook, especially as this particular place (in Chuncheon, 춘천, a city that is known for its 닭갈비 and even has a long street featuring restaurants that serve up the big specialty), as they grill it up on giant, separate grills before you finish it off at your table. Just as with any other BBQ item in Korea, you're offered an assortment of sauces and veggies with which to down this spicy beast--we opted for some romaine wraps, a few green onions, garlic (because who are we kidding? we're in Korea...) and some salty 된장 sauce to cool off the spice a bit. Wrap that up and get it in your mouth son. You'll never have anything quite like it, despite how truly simple it is.

On a bed of romaine, a little rice, garlic, and 된장, there she lies. So good.

Question #3: Is it delicious?

     When Sam grins like an idiot...yeah, it's delicious.

Catarina is an absolute pro with this stuff--she wouldn't let me touch the scissors 

or grippers. You can see just how hot these grills make the room--look at those 

rosy red cheeks! Smuggling cherries from the orchard, Cat?

Recap:

     Bottom line: if you're looking for a relatively tame introduction to Korean BBQ that offers up some ingredients with which you might actually be familiar as a westerner, you really can't go wrong with 닭갈비. Spicy, sweet, hot, spicy, healthy (when you add in some veggies), and spicy. Everything I love about Korean food in one dish--rich flavor, fresh ingredients, and general simplicity in materials and preparation.

Coming Up:

     Guess who is coming to Korea? MAMA! MAMA! MAMA! That's right, my Mama is making the trek to the Land of the Morning Calm in just 5 short days! I'd like to get back on track with the blog as long as she's here, so as to document the constant stream of thinking from a foreigner who is only here for 2 short weeks, and not as a temporary expat. I've been waiting to show Korea to my friends and family for 15 months now, and I could not be more proud and excited to do so. Safe travels, Ma, and I'll be seeing you soon!

     Thanks for reading, folks! More coming soon. 안녕히 계세요!

     -Sam Sam