June 25, 2008

Koreanization

In the spirit of Korea, I decided to cut my hair a couple of weeks ago. Twice. First time it looked like I had a lingering mullet. I tried to get it fixed the second time around and instead she just cut it shorter and shorter until it became this:


I got mixed reviews. Of course, my students with similar haircuts absolutely loved it! What I love/hate about Koreans is their honesty. Many others praised my new haircut as well and I knew they were telling the truth because of the expressions on their faces when they first saw me. And those who didn't like it much told me up front they liked my long hair better. There was no sugarcoating, no fake facial expressions. If their eyes widened and they smiled when they saw me, I know they liked it. If they looked indifferent or started shaking their head or whining "Aaaaamy/Miss Kueeeeee/Teeeachaaa I likeuh you hair longuh" it's pretty obvious they aren't fans.

The rest just said I look prettier than before. Hmm.

When I'm brave enough to REALLY be Korean, I'll walk around like this:

June 19, 2008

Taekwondo

As of today, I've lost a total of 18 lbs since my arrival to Korea. This is due to a combination of good healthy food, a lot of walking, and a lot of Taekwondo.

Today my Taekwondo master worked my ass off sparring with the black belt free fighting boys. They're good.

Things I've noticed since I started:

1) I am so not flexible
2) I am so out of shape
3) I have no stamina
4) I sweat an ocean every night at practice
5) I like the young folk I do Taekwondo with
6) I think I half broke my left foot
7) I'm quite good...for a girl
8) I have a strong right leg, but similar to my soccer skills, my left sucks
9) I have learned a lot of Korean just hanging out with Koreans at the Taekwondo gym
10) As a result, I've been more motivated to learn Korean
11) Joining the gym is like being part of a little Korean family and I feel so loved!
12) Sparring with the boys hurts my boobs because they are right at kicking height and that's where they do all their kicking
13) I am so out of shape

My master informed me yesterday that I need to practice hard so that I can get my black belt in September at the next promotion test. SEPTEMBER. It usually takes years to become a black belt in the States. I also am sad there will be no board breaking. Belts don't mean shit here, anyway.

I also think that a part of the reason why my master pushes me so hard is to make me lose a lot of weight, because well, I need to.

Taekwondo rocks. That is all. I said good day!

June 17, 2008

No touching!!!! NO TOUCHING!!!!

Korean students are generally pretty violent with each other. They love to violently put their arms and feet all over each other and often resort to weapons (pens, pencils, scissors, books, snap blades, anything that can be used to hit another person). It's endless. And it's not friendly slapping either. It's hardcore all out, throwing, punching, kicking, smacking. So hard that you can hear the smacking noise throughout the school I'm sure.

It bothers me.

Either way, kids are free to roam about and beat each other up as often and as much as they'd like. They're only yelled at if it's interfering with class time or they're in someone's way. Even when it stops they are not disciplined in any way for it. They either go unnoticed or unpunished...mostly both.

It bothers me.

Examples:

A while ago, 2 students were messing around and one picked up the other and dropped him on his face. His nose started bleeding like crazy and he was bawling. Of course, his nose was cleaned up, but there were no consequences for such dangerous behavior.

Last week, I watched a girl bang her head against a desk. Immediately a yellow and blue egg started growing out of her forehead. I plead with my co-teacher to get her some ice. My co-teacher just said "oh, science room ice" and chuckled and walked away. The girl was seriously hurt and nothing was to be done!

Today a boy threw a clay structure with sharp edges at a girl and cut open her ankle. No repercussions. She cried and her skin peeled off. What was oddly interesting was that when she showed it to me, she cared more about hiding her big mole on her leg than the pain from the injury.

It bothers me.

Then there's the topic of corporal punishment. I haven't seen anything myself beyond the occasional smacking on the back of a student's head to get him/her to shut up. But one of the girls I do Taekwondo with came into class once and showed me her palms. On both of them was a SUPER thick and huge outlined blister from all of the whacks she got from her teacher's drumstick. She, along with a few other friends who had been helping a sick friend, had been whacked numerous times on their palms for being a few minutes late to class. It was awful! The blisters were full of puss and severely needed to be drained. That kind of torture I'm not okay with.

It bothers me.

There's also a student (who I'm pretty sure has some mild case of autism or something similar) that sits in the class like everyone else but is knowingly different. He screams a lot, is very touchy yet hypersensitive, moody, and tends to get into fights with everyone. When he's having a moment or starts running around, the teacher does nothing. The students instead chase after him, hitting him, yelling at him, dragging him by his clothes.

It bothers me.

Recently a friend told me her student drew a vagina on a Teletubbie picture. Today in my 1st-2nd grade after school English class, some of the kids came up to me to show me their drawings of boobs and vaginas on the female cartoon characters in their English books. One girl even laughed and said, "teacher...NIPPLES!" FIRST GRADE! I shook my finger in a very mother-like manner and said "NOT GOOD!!! BAD!!!"

It bothers me.

Oh and for the past month, all the vice principal and teachers have been doing in the teacher's lounge is designing and sewing shirts, vests, purses, and blankets. Is there no work to be done???

June 11, 2008

Korean friends

Apparently if you're an underage girl in Korea, you'll want to be my best friend. I don't know how I feel about this. It's not that I'm not making friends in Yeongju, I'm just not making KOREAN friends. At first I come off as uninteresting, just like any other Korean woman around town. This is especially the case when I'm hanging around other "white" foreigners (oOoO the exotic white person!). But once my charming and hilarious personality comes out, they cling to me like brown on brown rice.

Today I was asked by a student who my best friend is. I said I have many friends, but no one best friend. She asked if her and her friends could be my best friends. Sure, why not!

I had taken a few cute pictures with my students at my favorite school (it's very tiny so I get to know the kids better). I was very excited to show them to the world. They're some of the most innocent and enthusiastic kids I've ever met and they absolutely ADORE me.

I've also been quite popular with a few of the young girls at my Taekwondo school (all in middle or high school). 2 days ago, I pointed out to one of the middle school girls the building I live in. So the next day as I'm heading down the stairs to meet my Taekwondo master (who picks me up for class), she and another middle school girl were running up my stairs to see my apartment. We have 2 minutes to spare so I show them my dinky shoebox. One of them sees my thawing tater tots and invites herself over to come eat them some time. So today I invited them over after school and cooked them burgers and tater tots.

Then one of them was looking through my camera photos and deleted ALL of my pictures on accident. Was I angry? A bit. I took some cute photos earlier in the day! But she was mortified and they were both silent, thinking I was very angry. But they were so innocent about it I couldn't be angry. They're just pictures.

It's a bit weird to be inviting little girls over to my place to "hang out." But I figure, they adore and love me, so why not relish in it while I can? It's nice to feel that special every once in a while, almost like having little sisters. It's also a good feeling to know that when I met these girls, they absolutely hated English, and now all they want to do is practice their English with me. They have already invited themselves to my future wedding. And they're pretty friggin' hilarious.

And when I think about it, some of my closest friends are way older than me. A friend is a friend. Age ain't nuthin but a number. The only drawback is that I can't go drinking with them. But that's okay, because I don't drink, Mom...

So, with an empty memory card, we took new photos: