Daily Life in Korea 17

Remember that time the bus driver didn’t notice me in the bus and he wanted to park and get off his shift? No?  That’s because it was today.

At least I wanted to get off at the last stop.

Thankfully there was a kimbap place too-otherwise there was no place to rest but prostitution businesses.

I ordered chamchikimbap.  It has tuna.



Daily Life in Korea 16

Being without internet in a strange new country sucks.

My new American neighbor doesn’t have internet or his ARC (Alien Registration Card) yet.  Sad times and waiting to get mobile service for a month is a pain.  But you need an ARC to sign a mobile phone contract and it takes a month to get an ARC.  Lame.

I think Korea is a little paranoid about immigration security.

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Daily Life in Korea 15

I can’t stand on two feet.

I am notoriously clumsy.  I have had more scraped knees as an adult than anyone I know.  I trip up all the time it seems.

Remarkably, it seems I only started tripping when I realized I could start tripping.  As a child, I don’t remember getting many injuries.  Most of my scars are post-adolescence.

But today, after taking a sick day yesterday, I fell to my knees on my way to work.  Literally, I tripped and ripped the tips of my shoes (which are too big for my feet) and landed on my knees.  My right knee  took the fall.  Torn tights and bleeding wound-still late for work, but now it seems so much more legitimate than just “over-sleeping”.  And the perfect excuse to take a cab.  But the Korean man who saw my tumble needed to ask, “What happened?”  (I might have liberally translated whatever sounds he uttered into that-mid shock.)

My co-teacher looked at my face and said I needed to take a rest.  Actually, I need to go to the nurse and get a band-aid, but we still talk about what happened yesterday and how sick I look until there is nothing more to say.  Then I point to my bleeding kneecap.  Off to the nurse I go.

The nurse is awesome because she likes me, talks to me, and offers me the use of her microwave when I heat my non-kimchi lunches.  But we haven’t visited since I relocated to the fourth floor and started eating cucumbers.  She also had heard about me resigning  … (if only I could eat Korean food well like Ping Ping’s husband).

So, I am sitting up on a sick-bed, getting my knee disinfected.  Alcohol is put on it.  And I need to have fabric pulled from out of my scrape.  The nurse tells me she is a registered nurse.  She asks if I knew.  I realized I assumed she was and I know better than to assume things in South Korea.  And more disinfectant.  There are literally four students lined up to see the nurse now.  The last boy got a big smile when he saw me and then respectfully bowed.  It must make a kid’s day to see his exotic white giraffe of a teacher with a scraped knee in the nurse’s office.  He just keeps smiling.  I try to ask him if he is sick.  Being talked to in English took that smile off of his face right quick.

The band-aid actually covers all of my knee.  I limped up to my classroom, but the teachers I work with are busy with their own classes which have already started (I’m lucky to have first period off).  So I limp off to the sixth grade teachers’ lounge.  There I drink green tea, look at a yearbook that I had to take my photograph for but which has no photograph of me inside, and eventually meet Gaby-a sixth grade homeroom teacher who is just that (her American friend gave her that nickname).

My American friend suggests I visit the doctor to confirm I don’t have a fractured kneecap.  I seriously consider this until he suggests that I merely exaggerating.  Which I am-I don’t need to be limping-but I do have my entire knee covered in the most giant band-aid and what else am I supposed to do with that.

So, off to my classroom where students ask if I am okay.  Because their teacher told them to ask me that.

And I’m off to teach.  And sit in a very short chair because my leg hurts.  And say the word “ball”.  Actually, today’s lesson was “It’s a ball.”   But the lesson title was wrote as, “It’s a Tall.”  Not kidding you at all.

After three classes, it is lunch time and then eventually I take a cab ride home.  I sat in the cab until the driver pulled onto the other side of the street where my building is.  Because I refused to jay-walk with my busted kneecap.  It is just a matter of principle.

Daily Life in Korea 14

Another day in Korea, another day of Korean men beating up  women in public.

I found out about this viral video through a Facebook link to this blog.

I clearly am somewhat biased, but there have been videos of groups of men drinking soju on the a much more crowded subway car in the middle of the floor.  Sure, smoking on the subway is wrong.  So is most of the things Koreans do because something being illegal isn’t the same as it being prohibited.  This is a country that still struggles with corruption and views age, money, and power as irrefutable “might makes right” conditions.  However, male is better than female, so a man making some scene is ignored while a woman making a scene is physically assaulted.

So, there is your fix of daily life in Korea.  Women getting put in their place by force.

Daily Life in Korea 11

Western-Asians who move back to Asia: I didn’t really want to stereotype these people, but clearly they are looking for something they couldn’t get in the West.  Maybe it is to find their biological birth parents (and realize they were a million times more loved by their Western-probably white-adoptive parents).  Maybe it is to identify and re-discover their heritage which their Western-Asian parents have lost.  Maybe it is to get the romantic male lead in a movie or a lucrative recording deal with lots of endorsement deals.

Or it could be more sinister.  They could be Asians who want to live in a world with more Asians and less “foreigners”.

Asians tend to flock together no matter what part of the world they are residing in.  I blame their “cliquish” culture for that.

One of my co-teachers dislikes me and our other white American coworker, but she likes the Chinese Canadian native English teacher at her other school.  They went to see a movie together.  I’m just saying.

Love Sonnet

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved. 
~William Shakespeare 

Love in Shakespeare’s sonnet is the ideal sort of love.  It is long-lasting.  It is unbreakable.  It is forgiving.  It is courageous.