Category: Life in Korea
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People Don’t Know What They Want Until You Give Them What They Don’t Want
At many stages in my life, I have come to the same realization: people don’t know what they want until you give them what they don’t want. Since I started teaching in Korea, I have learned that the Korean administrator and headteacher seem to assume that, despite the lack of clearly defined roles and undocumented…
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Less Activity, More Drama
This week was quieter on the surface—fewer plans, more time at home—but somehow heavier than the ones packed with activity. Less movement, more tension. It started with an incident in the classroom—a student crossed a professional boundary. I handled it the way I thought I should: calmly, privately, directly with my director. I wanted my…
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Small Wins, Big Feelings
Since my last blog entry, there’s been more bonding among the foreign teachers. We’ve had a few dinners and even spent some time grabbing drinks at the bar. At school, I’ve become more comfortable with the routine and more confident in the classroom. I finally understand the schedule, and I have a better grasp of…
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Settling In, One “Ah-choo” at a Time
Life in Korea just got a lot easier—thanks to my Alien Registration Card (ARC). With my official ID in hand, I’ve opened a Korean bank account, gotten a SIM card, and finally escaped the tyranny of international transaction fees. I can also use Korean apps now—ordering taxis, shopping on Coupang (Korea’s Amazon), and generally functioning…
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The Week My Voice Quit Teaching
This past week at school felt a little less chaotic. I’m finally starting to get the hang of my schedule, my students, and my coworkers. Things are starting to feel slightly more normal—which of course means something else had to go wrong. Unfortunately, I came down with another cold. On Tuesday, I started losing my…
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Yellow Dust, Medical Exams, and Triceratops Chopsticks
Week one in Korea tried to take me out. On the exact weekend I arrived, there was a yellow dust alert. Yellow dust blows in from deserts in China, Mongolia, and Kazakhstan—basically a long-distance allergy attack. Naturally, I found this out while power-walking around the city like an overconfident tourist. By Wednesday, my cough and…
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