I recently fell in love with a blog post by Stephanie Dandan. I fell so in love with the passion embedded in this piece, I recorded myself reading it. To all my fellow gypsies, enjoy.
I have my kindergarten class performing Michael Jackson’s “Black or White” for a graduation talent show coming up and I’ve paired it with the cute little poem “The Crayon Box that Talked” that talks about all the colors of the crayon box working together.
While going over the words in the Michael Jackson song, one of my students curiously asked, “Teacher, what is Equal-lity?” OHHHHH man, I immediately thought, what did I get myself into?! How on earth could I get kindergartners to grasp this concept?
Well, I did what any good kindergarten teacher would do: pull out the candy.
I handed each student every color of the package of M&M’s.
They were so extremely excited and didn’t understand how M&M’s could possibly explain equal-lity.
Then, I told them to look at all the beautifully colored candy. Each candy has a very different color.
After gawking at the individual beauty of each color, I told the students to bite into each one and to make sure to see the INSIDE.
While they were doing that, I told them, “Look, see how each candy is different on the outside, yet the same on the inside?”
They shouted, “Yes, teacher!” in unison. As if that was the end of the lesson and they understood and were ready to chow down the candies.
I continued, “That’s equality. People are that way, too! I don’t look like you and you don’t like like me but on the inside we all have the same things!”
Finally, Joe shouted, “Like a heart, Teacher?!”
“Yes, like a heart, Joe!”
I think at least for a second, I got them to look past the candies to the bigger picture.
This year I decided to forgo the fancy dress and high heels for something a little more practical: flannel, boots, and a backpack and I think it’s turned into my favorite New Year attire!
The evening started off with a traditional Korean BBQ dinner at our regular establishment: the lovely Oso. We eventually wandered back to Alicia’s apartment and hung out while she made banana bread and cookies. I was determined to pull an all-nighter until around midnight when I no longer could keep my eyes open and I decided to pile into Alicia’s bed between Dalena and Natalie. Before we knew it, 3 AM quickly approached and we scrambled with our microwaved coffees out the door.
The taxi dropped us off at a part of Mudeung Mountain that I had never seen before, loaded with mobs of excited faces all bundled up in hiking gear walking in the same direction, and not really knowing where we were going, we followed the crowd.
It was pretty straight forward, follow the crowd to the peak, right?
Well, it turns out there are many paths up the mountain….and well, we took the one less traveled.
I wish I could say it was a result of our rebelliousness and sense for adventure, but in all honesty, the path we took was less of a hike. We also began to realize that it was also less defrosted and lit, too.
Thankfully, I had packed a tiny flashlight that led our way up the mountain. We were climbing rocks and icy stairs in pure darkness. Luckily, we didn’t run into a pair of glowing eyes within the deep forest. The craziest thing, was when we found ourselves on a literal cliffs as we climbed over huge boulders! If it wasn’t for the dark, I think I would have honestly rethought the path we took. The darkness actually proved to be our saving grace; we didn’t know what was ahead, all we knew were the couple feet of light shining from my tiny flashlight.
As I was jumping ahead of the group to check out the path, I became strangely grateful for the darkness. How beautiful is it that the trusted guidance of a tiny light in a massive forest of darkness gave just enough courage for the next step to keep going?
To be completely honest, the most awe inspiring moment wasn’t the sun rising that morning, but climbing the boulder and turning to see a trail of flashlights and candles lighting the way up the main part of the mountain (the path we should have taken) – this simple view was probably the most beautiful and powerful thing I’ve ever seen and for a few seconds I stood there absolutely speechless, mouth wide open, simply gawking. I eventually managed to stumble back and call to Dalena and Natalie to check out the incredible caravan of lights shining through the trees all forming one gigantic path up the mountain. We all stood on our empty path in awe. This is when taking the path less traveled makes all the difference. I tried several times to capture pictures of this moment, but cameras couldn’t capture the trail of light, it will forever be just a beautiful memory.
We climbed steep muddy hills and ran into a couple Korean men sporting caving helmets that assisted us up the muddy pathway and our last leg of the path. Two hours later, we made it to the peak and just in time to plop down and indulge in some of Alicia’s homemade molasses double chocolate cookies before the sun graced us with it’s presence.
Around 7:40, the sky began turning a warm pink and we were greeted with the first day light of 2014.
Climbing down the mountain was the scariest part of the journey as we saw in pure daylight the reality of what we faced blinded by the darkness only an hour earlier. We traversed edges of the mountain that probably should have had some sort of safety rail, icy stairs, muddy hillsides, and found ourselves on hands and knees climbing rocks.
It truly was the experience of a lifetime.
I can confidently say that I’d gladly trade a dress and heels for flannel and boots any New Year’s eve.
“May you find the courage to walk your own path. May you dare to venture into the uncharted domains of your own heart. Here is my advice to you, the adventurers – fear will show you the way; walk steadily toward it, for otherwise you will always be running. Have trust & faith to guide you like a torch piercing the darkness. Do not believe & do not deny, but find out for yourself – for there is no truth but the one you have earned in your own experience.” -Yossi Ghinsberg
Last year at this time, I stumbled upon this enlightening video that changed my entire life and way of thinking. At that moment, this video was exactly what I needed to hear: I had just started a new customer service banking job, it was my first “real” job but I was absolutely miserable. I wanted to travel, I wanted to see the world, I wanted to learn from a new culture, I did not want to be stuck at a desk staring at a computer screen. I was bored. As this clip says, I was living someone else’s script.
The bravest thing I ever did was walking into my job and saying it wasn’t for me. It was the scariest thing I ever had to do, it would have be so much easier to just continue to work through it, to settle, but I did it for me. I did it for my happiness.
A year later, I am so happy I left that “script” to pursue my sometimes crazy life in Korea. I may not always get paid on time and I rarely get paid my full paycheck on payday, but I am HAPPY and to me THAT is security and success. I think that says a lot about what I am doing, in spite of the negative pay situation, I am living my dream; I still walk to work excited to start each day with my students. This is where I need to be.
“There are thousands and thousands of people out there leading lives of quiet, screaming desperation, where they work long, hard hours at jobs they hate to enable them to buy things they don’t need to impress people they don’t like.” — Nigel Marsh
Sell your stuff. Be proactive. Treat yourself to living your dream.
Sometimes I think I should constantly carry a notepad with me at school because of all the random stuff the children say.
Yesterday, the kindergarten student that I tutor had an extremely hard time focusing in class. How did I make him focus? When he finally had a question for me, I answered his question with a question (Socrates was such a wise man). We did this for forty minutes straight. Only stopping for a minute, to put our “thinking” hats on (he has a hood that he disconnects from his jacket…it kind of reminds me of a blue storm trooper helmet the way it bobbles on his head, haha).
Also, months ago I taught the Torch Kindergarten class how to play “Simon Says”, but now every time we enter the gym, I morph into this “Simon” character. Yesterday, we were doing an obstacle course and the boys needed to keep a ball in the air as long as possible as one of the “stations” and whenever they’d toss the ball to me, they’d say in a almost whispering voice “SIMON, CATCH!” and I don’t think they knew they were doing it because they were getting so into the game? So, now whenever we’re in gym class, they always want to throw the ball to (in an intense, whispery voice) “Simon” because they know I will (usually) catch it and get them extra points.
Coming to you straight from the breakfast table (aka my kitchen counter),
This is (in a intense, whisper voice) Simon signing off! Happy hump day, everyone!
Never play with your food, unless you’re planning on making a 10 foot cookie sculpture.
I love my neighbor: the Kim Daejung Convention Center. Whether it’s a lunch break spent outside gawking at the international men in suits or random adventures within the convention center itself, the KDJ center keeps me entertained.
This weekend, a bunch of teachers and I all visited the KDJ for the international food festival. It was overwhelmingly crowded with people and booths from all parts of the world. You enter the festival and one of the first booths welcomes you with several different flavors of beer. Then, one weaves through a maze of baked goods (I was in heaven with the amount of carbs at the festival since they’re hard to come by here in Korea). My favorite part was the candy sculpture area, I felt like a child lost in Charlie’s Chocolate Factory, all that was missing was an endless stream of chocolate and Oompa Loompas.
I also enjoyed the international booths. I splurged on some Kenyan Mandazi bread which is basically a sweet bread, taste tested some Turkish ice cream, and almost bought a beautiful Pakistani floral scarf, but instead settled for some Korean bamboo wine.
In spite of it being an “international” food fest, we still received an overwhelming amount of stares and random “hellos” from people. I even had an older gentleman ask to shake my hand, saying I looked like a famous person. It’s always entertaining being in the minority, what’s really funny is whenever I randomly pass a foreigner (someone who looks just like me) in the streets, I now do double-takes as well!
Mid term season is here. I find myself getting test anxiety for my students. I’ve never been a good test taker. During my driving test, I was so nervous, I knew I would forget “right” from “left” so I ended up writing the directions on my hands. Honestly, I like the anxiety; the nerves push me and it’s all about using the energy in a positive way.
Anyway, I thought nothing could beat the feeling of receiving an “A” on a paper or exam, but was I ever wrong.
Watching my students whiz through the exams, then confidently turn in their paper to me: THAT is the best feeling in the world. The numerous times I had to pound into their heads the difference between an adjective and an adverb, a proper and common noun, subjects verses actions, and watch them unquestioningly speed through those sections, that is what makes this all worth it. Watching the children grow in their studies and use their knowledge later makes my heart swell up with so much joy and reminds me that I’m where I’m supposed to be.
Friday night at 7:45 pm marked the end of proctoring exams and I sped into the teacher’s room to find the other teachers ready to go get haircuts. I decided to join in since I haven’t had a hair cut in years. I quickly googled possible new styles and we were off!
I was one of the first to dive into the haircut experience (That is, after the salon cleared out of all the K-pop boy banders getting their hair styled for the night). It was honestly quite painless and went something like this:
I plopped into the seat, showed her the picture of Zooey Deschanel’s bangs, pointed to the layers, she nodded, I nodded and seconds later I had several inches of my hair on the floor. Somehow, it was lost in translation that I actually wanted bangs. So when she started styling my hair, I had to take out my phone again to point at the bangs, but she eventually understood. I really enjoyed getting my haircut here, there was no awkward pressure to make small talk with the person cutting my hair (and I DESPISE small talk). I just sat there, and she cut. Every once in while she’d stop and gesture for an approval. All in all, I was very happy with my hair cut experience. My advice for anyone who wants to get their hair cut in a foreign country, make sure you have pictures of what you want, it just makes everything easier.
When you get your hair colored here, it’s called a “manicure”.
Salons stay open into the wee hours of the morning. I had my haircut at midnight and the salon was reasonably busy.
I’m a very picky eater and by picky, I mean I may have been borderline vegetarian the majority of my life.
Coming to Asia has introduced me to a whole new type of cuisine, sometimes not the most appealing but always entertaining.
Below is a list of foods I never would have thought I’d touch until I came to Korea:
- SPAM: it’s in just about everything here so it’s very hard to avoid it. Just now, I made some rice pouridge for lunch that was labelled “vegetable” but sure enough, little pieces of the ultra processed meat were floating in my bowl.
- Fish heads and raw fish: I actually don’t mind it as long as the head isn’t facing me.
- Radishes: they’re everywhere and are used as a source to clean your pallet, but I honestly just eat them because they taste good.
- Sweet pickles: I HATED these at home, but somehow Korea makes them taste appetizing.
- Hairy meat: Not sure if I was supposed to eat the hair, or cut it off…either way, I wasn’t too impressed.
- Seaweed: cooked, dried, by itself, or paired with a dish…I’ve had it all.
- Unidentifiable pieces of meat: I try to avoid this, but in soups and other dishes it is kind of hard to avoid and sometimes it’s surprisingly good, but watch out for hidden bones!
- Kimchi: I’ve developed cravings for this famous side dish.
- Dried Squid: This has replaced my jerky obsession since jerky is so expensive here.
- Prepackaged Boiled Eggs: They’re surprisingly delicious and some even come soaked in soy sauce!
Who would guess that the best Halloween I’ve experienced would be in a country that doesn’t even officially celebrate it?
It’s been a long week of preparations and decorations, but it all came together last night around 1am. The people I work with are awesome. We all spent the last few nights at the school decking the halls with ferocious ghosts and goblins all to ensure the children have a “spook-tacular” Halloween that rivals any other kindergarten class experience in the USA.
I really think we showed Korea what Halloween is all about. It was such a neat experience working with all the TN staff members into the wee hours of the morning and watching the whole production come together. The best part? The looks on the children’s faces, their sheer excitement for the costumes, decorations, and activities planned made everything so worth it.
My last class of the day was brutal, I was utterly exhausted and ready to clean the Jack Sparrow smudges from my face, but as I walked into (and left) the classroom my class began humming the Pirates of the Caribbean theme in unison. How could one not get a laugh out of that?! It was definitely the energy boost I needed.
I didn’t even get to the greatest part yet: It’s not over. We get to dress up tomorrow AND host another festival on Saturday so the older children have the chance to attend.
Time to try to attempt to clean the black eye liner from my face. Happy Halloween!
I’m sitting in bed bundled up to my nose in blankets, in retrospect…I probably should have spent the day like this, but my day was anything but blankets and bedside lounging….
I started the morning peeved that, once again, my battery operated “high-tech” door lock stopped working. Turns out, dollar store batteries last about as long as you’d think (not even a month). I scrambled to get my stuff together, all while my body ached with some sort of cold virus. I’ve been pretty lucky, most of my co-workers have caught the seasonal cold but I was able to dodge it for a good three months – it was only inevitable.
Emily, Monica, and I made our way to the bus stop after Monica lent me some batteries to repair my stubborn lock. To our surprise, we made it to the bus stop just as our bus turned the corner. We hopped on the bus only to find ourselves packed like sardines. There really is no limit to the amount of people you can cram into a bus here. We ended up standing, squished and pushed into the middle of the of the bus for a good 30 minute ride.
After making a quick jump off the bus (we were the first at the middle door, so we had to literally JUMP and run to avoid being trampled), we treated ourselves to a BK whopper and met up with our volunteer group. This Saturday, we volunteered at the local orphanage. This volunteer group does a lot with this particular orphanage to the point where some of the children recognized Monica from past excursions. The children were so lively and curious and excited to see what we had in store for them today.
We had a huge group show up all to volunteer time and money to paint three huge murals for the orphanage. It turned out to be a long day, but the time flew! It truly was a great time and bonding experience, though I lacked the artsy side and most of my painting had to end up being corrected, or washed off my face I still had a blast with some amazing individuals.
This diem has been carpe’d.