The school year is coming to an end; this is the final week of classes before our students get a week off and a new academic cycle begins.
The seven-year-olds are leaving our kindergarten program to attend regular elementary school and will now become members of our after school program, the six year olds are the new sevens, and a whole new influx of five year olds are coming to fill the baby classrooms.
Not that this really affects me, seeing as I'm going to be in India in T-Minus 12 days, but it's still a bit of an emotional time.
Not to mention, there's always the graduation ceremony.
Our six year olds "graduated" (they still have one more year left, but they have their own ceremony anyway) on Tuesday and although it was a stressful day, it was also pretty fun.
I was so proud of all of the students in all three classes, especially 6A1 (Caitlin's class) and 6A2 (my class), the six year old classes that I have come to know the best. First I got to see 6A2 frolic on stage in their Musical English (yes, that's a class) production of "The Jungle Book". Then 6A1 showed everyone what they'd learned through Dr Seuss' ABCs. This was followed by my class rocking their "When I Grow Up" speeches and finally 6A2 and 6B strutted their stuff in their Musical English production of "Peter Pan". It was ridiculously cute. Especially since the spider in "Peter Pan" (ya, I didn't know there was a spider in that story either but hey, this is, after all, Korea...)wore a Spider Man costume and the bat (again, I know...)was really Bat Man...
I have to say however that the star of the show, the one who really stole the limelight on this particular occasion was, as usual, yours truly.
Being the only person on staff who somehow managed to memorize the entire school motto along with all the kids (and seriously, this thing's epically long), I was asked to lead the students at the end of the ceremony. This was all fine and good until I stepped onto the stage for my introduction only to completely wipe out thanks to my four inch heals and the plastic-coated stage (words can't actually explain this fall... I promise I'll post a video as soon as the DVDs are available). No worries though: while the audience stared on in abject horror, Caitlin promptly picked me up and our director thrust the microphone into my hand. The recitation itself went off without a hitch!
Despite graduation being over and done with, we still have a week left of classes, which primarily consists of completing grammar textbooks. I have no doubt that it's going to be a brutal week, followed by a less-than-exciting training week. However, the countdown to India is now official and a new adventure is about to begin :D
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
PS:
I'm not sure why the dates are all messed up, but I published "Love and Kisses" on Valentine's Day, and "Updates!" on the 15th...
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Updates!
Ok, so the movie didn't end up happening...
After dinner we hopped on the subway, intent on visiting with a high school friend of Caitlin's for the night. It just so happened that we were even more intent on Caitlin breaking her previous Tetris record on Nintendo DS and therefore did not realize that while we were indeed on the subway, we were going in the wrong direction. This finally became apparent to us about ten stops later (although still missing that record).
So we hopped off the train and found a new one going in the correct direction. Although this little misadventure did put us a solid thirty minutes behind schedule, it was well worth it, thanks to a soju-filled adjama (old lady), an equally intoxicated university student and his not-so-intoxicated friend who spoke decent broken English.
The adjama was insistent that Caitlin sit with her and her sister, despite occupying the "elderly, disabled or pregnant" people's seating. Seeing as she didn't speak any English she demonstrated this desire by walking over to us, grabbing Caitlin's arm, pulling her to the seat and, when Caitlin attempted to politely decline the offer, hitting her in the breasts until she sat down and stayed there.
She then proceeded to invite us to her apartment for a cup of coffee, an offer that was graciously interpreted by the not-so-intoxicated guy in between fits of laughter at the sight of the adjama beating his intoxicated friend away from us when he tried to (jokingly) point out that, seeing as Caitlin is neither elderly nor disabled, she must indeed be pregnant, seeing as she was occupying the reserved seating (FYI: had it not been for the invitation of the adjama Caitlin would never have been sitting there, as those seats are solely reserved for their special patrons and it's a big social taboo to occupy them otherwise).
Needless to say, we declined the offer and within half an hour we found ourselves not in a movie theatre, but rather in a noribang.
Noribang is essentially a private, sound-proof karaoke room. Anybody who has ever heard me sing is, at this point, thanking God for soundproofing and feeling more than a little sorry for the three other people locked in the room with me. Despite sounding more like a frog than a cat in heat by the end of the night, I do believe I did many artists proud. Or, at the very least, belted out everything from "Tiny Dancer" to "Wannabe" to "Kryptonite" to "Black Velvet" (and beyond) so loudly that the original singers had no idea what hit them.
PS: Did I mention that I also booked a flight to India for March 14th? :D
After dinner we hopped on the subway, intent on visiting with a high school friend of Caitlin's for the night. It just so happened that we were even more intent on Caitlin breaking her previous Tetris record on Nintendo DS and therefore did not realize that while we were indeed on the subway, we were going in the wrong direction. This finally became apparent to us about ten stops later (although still missing that record).
So we hopped off the train and found a new one going in the correct direction. Although this little misadventure did put us a solid thirty minutes behind schedule, it was well worth it, thanks to a soju-filled adjama (old lady), an equally intoxicated university student and his not-so-intoxicated friend who spoke decent broken English.
The adjama was insistent that Caitlin sit with her and her sister, despite occupying the "elderly, disabled or pregnant" people's seating. Seeing as she didn't speak any English she demonstrated this desire by walking over to us, grabbing Caitlin's arm, pulling her to the seat and, when Caitlin attempted to politely decline the offer, hitting her in the breasts until she sat down and stayed there.
She then proceeded to invite us to her apartment for a cup of coffee, an offer that was graciously interpreted by the not-so-intoxicated guy in between fits of laughter at the sight of the adjama beating his intoxicated friend away from us when he tried to (jokingly) point out that, seeing as Caitlin is neither elderly nor disabled, she must indeed be pregnant, seeing as she was occupying the reserved seating (FYI: had it not been for the invitation of the adjama Caitlin would never have been sitting there, as those seats are solely reserved for their special patrons and it's a big social taboo to occupy them otherwise).
Needless to say, we declined the offer and within half an hour we found ourselves not in a movie theatre, but rather in a noribang.
Noribang is essentially a private, sound-proof karaoke room. Anybody who has ever heard me sing is, at this point, thanking God for soundproofing and feeling more than a little sorry for the three other people locked in the room with me. Despite sounding more like a frog than a cat in heat by the end of the night, I do believe I did many artists proud. Or, at the very least, belted out everything from "Tiny Dancer" to "Wannabe" to "Kryptonite" to "Black Velvet" (and beyond) so loudly that the original singers had no idea what hit them.
PS: Did I mention that I also booked a flight to India for March 14th? :D
Friday, February 13, 2009
Love and Kisses
I find myself this Valentine's Day content and inundated with chocolate, despite being female.
Here in Korea Valentine's Day is a "guys only" event, with the female half of the equation expected to flower love and adoration onto their boys, the boys to bask in the light of female worship, and the singles to sit on the sidelines and wait for their day of glory come April.
Everyone has their day here: Valentine's Day is followed by White Day (March 14), which is when the ladies get pampered. White Day is followed by Black Day (April 14), which is when the singles get to eat cold, black noodles and wallow in the misery that is life as a bachelor or bachelorette.
Apparently being a teacher means that I've been granted immunity from these rules, seeing as I received so much chocolate on Friday that I may soon turn into a truffle, or better yet, a GuyLian Seashell...
As for my plans? Caitlin and I going to book our flights to India (Happy V-Day!), grab some green curry at the ever-amazing Silom, get a manicure and catch the on-screen version of He's Just Not That Into You.
Nothing says "I Love You" like a day of self-centered self-indulgence.
Here in Korea Valentine's Day is a "guys only" event, with the female half of the equation expected to flower love and adoration onto their boys, the boys to bask in the light of female worship, and the singles to sit on the sidelines and wait for their day of glory come April.
Everyone has their day here: Valentine's Day is followed by White Day (March 14), which is when the ladies get pampered. White Day is followed by Black Day (April 14), which is when the singles get to eat cold, black noodles and wallow in the misery that is life as a bachelor or bachelorette.
Apparently being a teacher means that I've been granted immunity from these rules, seeing as I received so much chocolate on Friday that I may soon turn into a truffle, or better yet, a GuyLian Seashell...
As for my plans? Caitlin and I going to book our flights to India (Happy V-Day!), grab some green curry at the ever-amazing Silom, get a manicure and catch the on-screen version of He's Just Not That Into You.
Nothing says "I Love You" like a day of self-centered self-indulgence.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Go Team!
I feel like I should purchase a cheerleader outfit and some pompoms. I'm so proud of us. We actually made it out of Caitlin's apartment not once, but TWICE this past weekend. I know, I too am a little concerned that the end of the world is drawing near. But in the absence of Armageddon I'll just go hunting for those pompoms...
So it wasn't anything expressly interesting that made us leave the comfort and security of the Bundang, but I promised I would blog more, so this is what you get...
We finally ventured to the CoEx mall on Saturday and managed to get our hot little hands on the Nepal guide we've been seeking. Getting English books is a bit of a chore as it is here, let alone decent travel guides to somewhat random countries, but thankfully for us, CoEx has the BIGGEST Lonely Planet section I have ever seen anywhere on Earth, and they are blessfully all in English.
We were planning on heading to a coffee shop and calling it a day whilst curled up with our newly-acquired travel bibles, but somehow Kyle managed to convince us to meet him in Myeongdong to pick out some new glasses and, in the spirit of routine (from days previous), the night found us in our little wine bar in Itaewon, sipping sangria and gazing at the Mini that occupies three-quarters of the venue's interior.
On Sunday morning we did manage to find our way to a coffee shop to lounge with our growing Lonely Planet library, although we opted for a change of scenery and, as a result, of beverage. The Tom N' Toms coffee shop at Ori Station really is a gem, so we relaxed there until Kyle came to whisk me away to our mystery luncheon with my Korean teacher, Michelle.
We had absolutely no idea what to expect as our cab pulled up to Michelle's apartment complex, seeing as this meeting was so top-secret I didn't even know about it until about an hour before we were expected at her place. As it turns out, it was to be a simple Thank-you/ Good-bye lunch (she is my Korean co-teacher and Kyle is her daughter's homeroom teacher)and it was, overall, a pleasant experience. It was my first time being invited into a Korean home and therefore also my first time eating a traditional Korean meal in a Korean home. For the record, my chopstick skills have improved exponentially since my arrival! I could totally rock Wagamama's world, if I don't say so myself...
After that I made my way back to Tom N' Toms for yet another latte and another chat (this time with Kyle) until I found myself on a train bound for Seoyheon station and a long-overdue dinner date with Julia. I somehow managed (despite having just consumed a five course meal) to pound back a strawberry marguerita and a chicken burrito whilst discussing our current lives, future plans and reminiscing a bit about the past.
I was home by nine pm, sufficiently stuffed full of good food and settled almost immediately into a Harry Potter movie and a long chat with a good friend.
All in all, the weekend proved to be a success. Fingers crossed for a repeat five days from now!
So it wasn't anything expressly interesting that made us leave the comfort and security of the Bundang, but I promised I would blog more, so this is what you get...
We finally ventured to the CoEx mall on Saturday and managed to get our hot little hands on the Nepal guide we've been seeking. Getting English books is a bit of a chore as it is here, let alone decent travel guides to somewhat random countries, but thankfully for us, CoEx has the BIGGEST Lonely Planet section I have ever seen anywhere on Earth, and they are blessfully all in English.
We were planning on heading to a coffee shop and calling it a day whilst curled up with our newly-acquired travel bibles, but somehow Kyle managed to convince us to meet him in Myeongdong to pick out some new glasses and, in the spirit of routine (from days previous), the night found us in our little wine bar in Itaewon, sipping sangria and gazing at the Mini that occupies three-quarters of the venue's interior.
On Sunday morning we did manage to find our way to a coffee shop to lounge with our growing Lonely Planet library, although we opted for a change of scenery and, as a result, of beverage. The Tom N' Toms coffee shop at Ori Station really is a gem, so we relaxed there until Kyle came to whisk me away to our mystery luncheon with my Korean teacher, Michelle.
We had absolutely no idea what to expect as our cab pulled up to Michelle's apartment complex, seeing as this meeting was so top-secret I didn't even know about it until about an hour before we were expected at her place. As it turns out, it was to be a simple Thank-you/ Good-bye lunch (she is my Korean co-teacher and Kyle is her daughter's homeroom teacher)and it was, overall, a pleasant experience. It was my first time being invited into a Korean home and therefore also my first time eating a traditional Korean meal in a Korean home. For the record, my chopstick skills have improved exponentially since my arrival! I could totally rock Wagamama's world, if I don't say so myself...
After that I made my way back to Tom N' Toms for yet another latte and another chat (this time with Kyle) until I found myself on a train bound for Seoyheon station and a long-overdue dinner date with Julia. I somehow managed (despite having just consumed a five course meal) to pound back a strawberry marguerita and a chicken burrito whilst discussing our current lives, future plans and reminiscing a bit about the past.
I was home by nine pm, sufficiently stuffed full of good food and settled almost immediately into a Harry Potter movie and a long chat with a good friend.
All in all, the weekend proved to be a success. Fingers crossed for a repeat five days from now!
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