Happy Chinese New Year!
Sunday and Monday of this weekend is Chinese New Years, or Lunar New Year, also celebrated here in Korea. This year is the year of the Dog, which also happened to occur in 1982: the year I was born. Kind of a weird coincidence.
It's not like New Years at home, though. There's no whistles, tacky hats, or alcohol pouring into the streets. Everyone just visits with their families. So for us foreigners here, we're just going to enjoy our 3-day weekend quietly.
Here's a funny fact: In Korea, everyone turns another year older on New Years. So, in Korea, I'm actually considered to be 25. I can't believe I just aged two years . . .
At school today we had a Lunar New Year's party to celebrate and, well, to give the teachers a break from teaching. All the kids wore their traditional Korean clothing that they wear on the actual Lunar New Year's day and other holidays, called hanbok. They were so cute! They all learned how to bow properly to their parents and then we played traditional Korean games. Even us English teachers had to wear hanbok. To give a description, hanbok is pretty much the most unflattering thing you could wear. It's basically a big moomoo with a little jacket on top - and excellent thing to wear if you were trying to hide an illicit pregnancy. But other than that - I would consider is a major fashion faux pas.
Don't worry, I took lots of pictures of the kids, I'll post them on here as soon as I get my computer (which will hopefully be tomorrow!).
Korean word of the day: Jiggum (Now!) You can imagine how this word would come in handy in the class room.
Friday, January 27, 2006
Monday, January 23, 2006
I'm Not for Booking
So that's what weekends are supposed to be like.
As the food industry surivives off Saturdays and Sundays, I've never had a job where I've had weekends off before. It's a whole different way of living, cramming a weeks worth of life into two days. But now that I'm doing what Dolly Parton rousingly sang "workin' 9 to 5", I'm becoming a pro at it.
Here's the four ingredients to a perfect weekend (as least in Korea):
(1) Copious amounts of alcohol: This happens here on Friday nights when all your pent up frustrations must be released over pitchers of soju, a cheap Korean liquor. They don't actually sell it in pitchers, but us foreigners, that's how we get it. They can blame it on our cultural ignorance or our alcoholic tendencies - I really don't care. All I know is that getting it in the largest possible container means I don't have to keep calling the waitress back to refill my tiny little cup.
This past Friday night began with a communal dinner at a place in Bundang called Bennigan's. Basically, it's like a Montana's. It was my first real Western meal since arriving in Korea, and I didn't waste it. I feasted on a delectable quesadilla's and a few glasses of wine. Both were equally good, or at least one added to the other.
With my belly full and my mind, well, fuzzy, we headed to what we thought was a new dance club in the area. Though we were all pretty buzzed, it didn't take us long to realize that it wasn't just dancing happening there. There were almost as many waitors as patrons and they stared at you like you like you were a piece of art - a cheap, slutty piece of art, that is. I was the first to find out that it's actually what Koreans call a booking club. Basically, the men decide which girl they like best and then get the waitors to invite the girl to his private room surrounding the dance floor. What happens in there, I can only guess. Koreans are definately not what you would call permiscuous, but times are changing. Sex in the City is on here constantly . . .
I was almost dragged into one of the rooms twice until one of the Korean teachers who was with us starting telling him off. Still, it didn't stop me from getting out on the dance floor and boogying to such hits as Ace of Base "I saw the sign" and N'Sync's "Pop". I love Top 40 music, especially from 1994.
(2) Shopping. I went out into Seoul Saturday and Sunday this past weekend with some friends to check out the shopping possibilities. I didn't buy much, as I haven't gotten paid yet, but mental notes were made for future shopping trips. You can find the weirdest clothes here - the English writing on them makes no sense. I'm definately going to buy lots of that stuff, if only for that people will look all confused at my chest when they get home.
(3) Movies. All that soju can make for a nasty headache the next day, and what's better than to get rejuvenated but with some classic movies? I don't have a DVD player, but I've become very adept at getting myself invited over to other people's places. Movies are the best way to reconnect back to your home culture.
(4) Tourist crap. Those movies didn't get rid of your hangover? Well, check out an ancient Korean palace and learn about life patterns during the Joseon times. It may not cure your hangover, but after 2 hours of it you'll probably get bored enough that you'll wanna go drink again.
Mix those ingredients together, then shake and stir, and you've got a pretty decent weekend. (A side note: due to the fact that the main ingredient is alchohol, you may feel the need to add lots of water).
Anyway, that was my weekend. I did get pretty active once. Sunday morning I woke up early and decided to hike through the mountains behind my house, as someone told me there is tonnes of trails up there. There is, as well as tonnes of Koreans hiking them too. It was actually really nice and relaxing, very easy to forget that you're in the city. The only downside was when I was huffing and puffing up this one trail when this old Korean grandmother practically sprinted past me. Talk about a motivator to get in better shape . . .
Hope everything's well in the Motherland!
As the food industry surivives off Saturdays and Sundays, I've never had a job where I've had weekends off before. It's a whole different way of living, cramming a weeks worth of life into two days. But now that I'm doing what Dolly Parton rousingly sang "workin' 9 to 5", I'm becoming a pro at it.
Here's the four ingredients to a perfect weekend (as least in Korea):
(1) Copious amounts of alcohol: This happens here on Friday nights when all your pent up frustrations must be released over pitchers of soju, a cheap Korean liquor. They don't actually sell it in pitchers, but us foreigners, that's how we get it. They can blame it on our cultural ignorance or our alcoholic tendencies - I really don't care. All I know is that getting it in the largest possible container means I don't have to keep calling the waitress back to refill my tiny little cup.
This past Friday night began with a communal dinner at a place in Bundang called Bennigan's. Basically, it's like a Montana's. It was my first real Western meal since arriving in Korea, and I didn't waste it. I feasted on a delectable quesadilla's and a few glasses of wine. Both were equally good, or at least one added to the other.
With my belly full and my mind, well, fuzzy, we headed to what we thought was a new dance club in the area. Though we were all pretty buzzed, it didn't take us long to realize that it wasn't just dancing happening there. There were almost as many waitors as patrons and they stared at you like you like you were a piece of art - a cheap, slutty piece of art, that is. I was the first to find out that it's actually what Koreans call a booking club. Basically, the men decide which girl they like best and then get the waitors to invite the girl to his private room surrounding the dance floor. What happens in there, I can only guess. Koreans are definately not what you would call permiscuous, but times are changing. Sex in the City is on here constantly . . .
I was almost dragged into one of the rooms twice until one of the Korean teachers who was with us starting telling him off. Still, it didn't stop me from getting out on the dance floor and boogying to such hits as Ace of Base "I saw the sign" and N'Sync's "Pop". I love Top 40 music, especially from 1994.
(2) Shopping. I went out into Seoul Saturday and Sunday this past weekend with some friends to check out the shopping possibilities. I didn't buy much, as I haven't gotten paid yet, but mental notes were made for future shopping trips. You can find the weirdest clothes here - the English writing on them makes no sense. I'm definately going to buy lots of that stuff, if only for that people will look all confused at my chest when they get home.
(3) Movies. All that soju can make for a nasty headache the next day, and what's better than to get rejuvenated but with some classic movies? I don't have a DVD player, but I've become very adept at getting myself invited over to other people's places. Movies are the best way to reconnect back to your home culture.
(4) Tourist crap. Those movies didn't get rid of your hangover? Well, check out an ancient Korean palace and learn about life patterns during the Joseon times. It may not cure your hangover, but after 2 hours of it you'll probably get bored enough that you'll wanna go drink again.
Mix those ingredients together, then shake and stir, and you've got a pretty decent weekend. (A side note: due to the fact that the main ingredient is alchohol, you may feel the need to add lots of water).
Anyway, that was my weekend. I did get pretty active once. Sunday morning I woke up early and decided to hike through the mountains behind my house, as someone told me there is tonnes of trails up there. There is, as well as tonnes of Koreans hiking them too. It was actually really nice and relaxing, very easy to forget that you're in the city. The only downside was when I was huffing and puffing up this one trail when this old Korean grandmother practically sprinted past me. Talk about a motivator to get in better shape . . .
Hope everything's well in the Motherland!
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Heart and Seoul
You knew this title was coming at some point - I might as well get it out of the way.
Actually, the title is a bit misleading - I don't really live in Seoul. I actually live just outside of Seoul (South West, if you will) in an area called Bundang (the dang is not pronounced "dang" as in old school Dover-slang, but actually more like "dong". I have to pay attention to these things now that I'm a teacher).
Let me paint a picture of this city in which I now currently reside. Some of the other English teachers don't really like it - they think there isn't much to do. But when you've just spent the last 4 months in Port Dover where the most entertaining thing to watch is [name omitted due to parents warning that I should be nice - take a guess] pick up women, you can't do much complaining. Me, so far, I like it. It's just far enough outside Seoul that you're not breathing in pure carbon monoxide, but close enough that you can pop into the city whenever you need to. When I look outside my apartment window I see little but hills, but when I walk outside my front door there's buildings as far as the eye can see. To me, there's tonnes of stuff to do. And once I learn more that 5 words in Korean, maybe I can start doing it . . .
5 days a week, 8 hours a day, I work at a private language school called SLP. Right now I teach preschool - 17 kids split up into 2 classes. Upon first sight, this bunch of 5 and 6 year-olds give the wrong impression. They look cute, angelic, and seemingly harmless. Spend 5 minutes with them and the truth comes out - loudly. By the end of their morning session, I need a warm compress, 3 aspirins, and my old friend Captain Morgan. It's not that I don't enjoy it, they often make me laugh and awww. But teacher's college is definately not a future aspiration of mine. I always keep in mind a few words of wisdom my dear pal Alexis Copeman wrote to me after my first few days teaching: "I agree, the little bastards can be a handful. Just be thankful that at the end of the day little hoodlums go home to a family that have to keep them, by law." Thanks for that Alexis.
The other 8 foreign teacher's at the school are cool. Very different in personality - from a gothic lesbian, to a Manitoban farm girl, to, well, a New Yorker. It's a strange mesh, but I think it'll work. Every Friday night we celebrate the end of the long work week by getting wasted. I have no complaints. At the end of the night we usually end up a type of bar called a Norebaum (I have no idea how you spell it). Anyway, you and your friends rent a room for a period of time and sing songs on the state-of-the-art kareoke machine's while having Korean beer or a potent Korean liqour called soju served to you constantly. I love it. Last weekend I was pretty hammered and walked into another group's room accidentally. Cut to five minutes later and I'm singing "The Power of Love" with some Korean guy. Nothing crosses cultural borders like Huey Lewis.
Anyway, this is getting long and I gotta go to bed and attempt to get some sleep. More posts will come very soon!
Korean word(s) of the day: annyong haseyo. Hello. (This is pretty much the only Korean phrase I've got down pat. Damn, this is a hard language).
Actually, the title is a bit misleading - I don't really live in Seoul. I actually live just outside of Seoul (South West, if you will) in an area called Bundang (the dang is not pronounced "dang" as in old school Dover-slang, but actually more like "dong". I have to pay attention to these things now that I'm a teacher).
Let me paint a picture of this city in which I now currently reside. Some of the other English teachers don't really like it - they think there isn't much to do. But when you've just spent the last 4 months in Port Dover where the most entertaining thing to watch is [name omitted due to parents warning that I should be nice - take a guess] pick up women, you can't do much complaining. Me, so far, I like it. It's just far enough outside Seoul that you're not breathing in pure carbon monoxide, but close enough that you can pop into the city whenever you need to. When I look outside my apartment window I see little but hills, but when I walk outside my front door there's buildings as far as the eye can see. To me, there's tonnes of stuff to do. And once I learn more that 5 words in Korean, maybe I can start doing it . . .
5 days a week, 8 hours a day, I work at a private language school called SLP. Right now I teach preschool - 17 kids split up into 2 classes. Upon first sight, this bunch of 5 and 6 year-olds give the wrong impression. They look cute, angelic, and seemingly harmless. Spend 5 minutes with them and the truth comes out - loudly. By the end of their morning session, I need a warm compress, 3 aspirins, and my old friend Captain Morgan. It's not that I don't enjoy it, they often make me laugh and awww. But teacher's college is definately not a future aspiration of mine. I always keep in mind a few words of wisdom my dear pal Alexis Copeman wrote to me after my first few days teaching: "I agree, the little bastards can be a handful. Just be thankful that at the end of the day little hoodlums go home to a family that have to keep them, by law." Thanks for that Alexis.
The other 8 foreign teacher's at the school are cool. Very different in personality - from a gothic lesbian, to a Manitoban farm girl, to, well, a New Yorker. It's a strange mesh, but I think it'll work. Every Friday night we celebrate the end of the long work week by getting wasted. I have no complaints. At the end of the night we usually end up a type of bar called a Norebaum (I have no idea how you spell it). Anyway, you and your friends rent a room for a period of time and sing songs on the state-of-the-art kareoke machine's while having Korean beer or a potent Korean liqour called soju served to you constantly. I love it. Last weekend I was pretty hammered and walked into another group's room accidentally. Cut to five minutes later and I'm singing "The Power of Love" with some Korean guy. Nothing crosses cultural borders like Huey Lewis.
Anyway, this is getting long and I gotta go to bed and attempt to get some sleep. More posts will come very soon!
Korean word(s) of the day: annyong haseyo. Hello. (This is pretty much the only Korean phrase I've got down pat. Damn, this is a hard language).
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Last Day Baby!
Another chapter closed? If I call my employment at the Fisherman's Catch a chapter. I don't think it qualifies. Today was my last day. James even got me good with a whip-cream pie - all over my hair and eyes. Nice. I'm still trying to get it out of my hair.
Friday night of this weekend was, to be corny, a blast. Sarah was in Toronto with Jim for the weekend and we headed up to meet them, crashing for the night at the Travelodge. Sarah's plane was delayed so we had a few drinks at the hotel before heading out to dinner. Katie and I, the 2 of us with the lowest tolerance, ended up drinking the most amount of alcohol. Yeah, baby.
Anyway, short post today - Je suis fatigue.
Word of the day: idiosyncracy. Person's own characteristic way of behaving. My idiosyncracies really come to light when I'm drunk, too bad their just annoying at that point.
Friday night of this weekend was, to be corny, a blast. Sarah was in Toronto with Jim for the weekend and we headed up to meet them, crashing for the night at the Travelodge. Sarah's plane was delayed so we had a few drinks at the hotel before heading out to dinner. Katie and I, the 2 of us with the lowest tolerance, ended up drinking the most amount of alcohol. Yeah, baby.
Anyway, short post today - Je suis fatigue.
Word of the day: idiosyncracy. Person's own characteristic way of behaving. My idiosyncracies really come to light when I'm drunk, too bad their just annoying at that point.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
The Philosophical Traveller
December 27th at 7 a.m. This is the date for take-off. No turning back now - the flight is booked.
How do I feel about that? Well, it depends on what time you're asking me. One minute I'm excited about leaving Dover and doing something different. The next minute I'm incredibly nervous and think I'm going to hate it. So, what's a gal gonna do but go and give it a try?
I think I'm partly going on philosophical principles. I don't want to be scared of change in my life - of taking chances and trying new things. Too many people settle for less because their scared of the unknown. Its not that I'm not frightened of it, but I at least want to be able to face that fear.
So, off to Korea I go. My technique for dealing with it right now - avoidance. Instead, go on with life as usual.
This past weekend was nice. Friday night was spent with the gang at 42/80. Got a good buzz. I really don't party enough anymore. I really gotta get back up to the Loo and party before I leave.
Saturday we got our family pictures taken. The photographer told me what I already knew - I have a great instant fake smile. I got teased for it in Africa too - I can totally smile on cue. Unfortunately, it also looks totally fake. It's just way too big to be for real. Ah well, my dream of being America's Next Top Model will just have to be forgotten. Otherwise, it went well. I can't wait to see them. After that, Lorne and I headed up to his house and, basically, just did nothing for the night. Fine with me. With this deadline hanging over our heads, it's nice to have some quiet time with each other. It's a strange time right now - it's like have an expiry date on your relationship.
From Lorne's I headed to Toronto to meet up with Rich, Mel, Derek, Paul and Destiny (Paul's girlfriend) to attend the Dave Matthews Concert at the ACC. The concert was awesome - especially at the beginning and end, when they played most of their classics. For a bit in the middle they played most of their new stuff and I've heard almost none of it. So for awhile there, I found myself thinking about how I was going to cut my hair and what I wanted for Chrismas more than listening to the concert. I think the best part, though, was just seeing all those guys from highschool. It was nice to catch up.
Anyway, it was a nice weekend. Now it's back to the grind. I have to work 6 days this week until Sunday - my last day! Praise the lord!
Word of the day: resplendent. Brilliant with colour or decorations. The Erie Beach looks resplendent covered in Chirstmas lights. I'm so glad they decorate for our Fisherman's Catch customers across the street.
How do I feel about that? Well, it depends on what time you're asking me. One minute I'm excited about leaving Dover and doing something different. The next minute I'm incredibly nervous and think I'm going to hate it. So, what's a gal gonna do but go and give it a try?
I think I'm partly going on philosophical principles. I don't want to be scared of change in my life - of taking chances and trying new things. Too many people settle for less because their scared of the unknown. Its not that I'm not frightened of it, but I at least want to be able to face that fear.
So, off to Korea I go. My technique for dealing with it right now - avoidance. Instead, go on with life as usual.
This past weekend was nice. Friday night was spent with the gang at 42/80. Got a good buzz. I really don't party enough anymore. I really gotta get back up to the Loo and party before I leave.
Saturday we got our family pictures taken. The photographer told me what I already knew - I have a great instant fake smile. I got teased for it in Africa too - I can totally smile on cue. Unfortunately, it also looks totally fake. It's just way too big to be for real. Ah well, my dream of being America's Next Top Model will just have to be forgotten. Otherwise, it went well. I can't wait to see them. After that, Lorne and I headed up to his house and, basically, just did nothing for the night. Fine with me. With this deadline hanging over our heads, it's nice to have some quiet time with each other. It's a strange time right now - it's like have an expiry date on your relationship.
From Lorne's I headed to Toronto to meet up with Rich, Mel, Derek, Paul and Destiny (Paul's girlfriend) to attend the Dave Matthews Concert at the ACC. The concert was awesome - especially at the beginning and end, when they played most of their classics. For a bit in the middle they played most of their new stuff and I've heard almost none of it. So for awhile there, I found myself thinking about how I was going to cut my hair and what I wanted for Chrismas more than listening to the concert. I think the best part, though, was just seeing all those guys from highschool. It was nice to catch up.
Anyway, it was a nice weekend. Now it's back to the grind. I have to work 6 days this week until Sunday - my last day! Praise the lord!
Word of the day: resplendent. Brilliant with colour or decorations. The Erie Beach looks resplendent covered in Chirstmas lights. I'm so glad they decorate for our Fisherman's Catch customers across the street.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Applications are Worrisome Things
Grad school applications were made by the devil. Or at least by a scarred prof who had atraumatizing experience with a grad school student and decided to make all our lives a living hell.
I hate filling out applications, trying to prove myself to other people. All it does is raise doubts and concerns about yourself: am I smart enough? good enough? motivated enough? do I really want to do this for the rest of my life?
One of the worst parts is asking your former profs for reference letters. Suddenly that paper that you only did half-assed is coming back to haunt you. Well, I'll see how this goes tomorrow, I guess. That's when I'm planning to start my begging. Hey Park, I haven't had you teach me in year, but how about you deciding my future for me? Thanks. Appreciate it.
On a completely other note, my mom took my dog to the vet the other day. He hurt his leg playing frisbee the other day and had been limping since. The vet checked him out: apparently Marley plays frisbee so hard that his shoulder dislocates somewhat and swells up. That just shows how hardcore he is. The vet described him as anxious. That's the understatement of the year.
Word of the day: prognosticate. Forecast. I prognosticate that tomorrow is gonna be a not-so-fun day.
I hate filling out applications, trying to prove myself to other people. All it does is raise doubts and concerns about yourself: am I smart enough? good enough? motivated enough? do I really want to do this for the rest of my life?
One of the worst parts is asking your former profs for reference letters. Suddenly that paper that you only did half-assed is coming back to haunt you. Well, I'll see how this goes tomorrow, I guess. That's when I'm planning to start my begging. Hey Park, I haven't had you teach me in year, but how about you deciding my future for me? Thanks. Appreciate it.
On a completely other note, my mom took my dog to the vet the other day. He hurt his leg playing frisbee the other day and had been limping since. The vet checked him out: apparently Marley plays frisbee so hard that his shoulder dislocates somewhat and swells up. That just shows how hardcore he is. The vet described him as anxious. That's the understatement of the year.
Word of the day: prognosticate. Forecast. I prognosticate that tomorrow is gonna be a not-so-fun day.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Korean Oprah
I am not a morning person.
This is what I've discovered this week while Lorne has stayed with me while my parent's are gone. He wakes up in the morning ready to get on with his day. I wake up in the morning ready to go back to bed. Or at least see how Katie Couric's day is going for a half hour. Can't start off my day without a good dose of Katie and Matt.
Yet maybe if I didn't struggle with damn insomnia I would be chipper in the morning too. Who's ready to get on with their day if they haven't slept yet? Only drug addicts and rockstars, really, and I'm not either (unless you count my crippling addiction to Oprah).
Do you think they get new episodes of Oprah in Korea? This, sadly, is a concern of mine since I've gotten this teaching job in Korea. See, I'm going to be there awhile - I could miss some very big episodes. What if Brad Pitt comes on to do a huge exclusive, explaining what happened between him and Jen and how he and Angelina are moving on? A few continents can't stop me from missing that.
On the brightside, if Oprah's in Korean, it would be good incentive for learning the language. You know, other than communicating with people and getting through daily life.
I really need to leave this town.
Word of the day: pedantic. Insisting on strict observance of rules and details in presenting knowledge. I hope I'm more pedantic than usual while processing my grad school applications.
This is what I've discovered this week while Lorne has stayed with me while my parent's are gone. He wakes up in the morning ready to get on with his day. I wake up in the morning ready to go back to bed. Or at least see how Katie Couric's day is going for a half hour. Can't start off my day without a good dose of Katie and Matt.
Yet maybe if I didn't struggle with damn insomnia I would be chipper in the morning too. Who's ready to get on with their day if they haven't slept yet? Only drug addicts and rockstars, really, and I'm not either (unless you count my crippling addiction to Oprah).
Do you think they get new episodes of Oprah in Korea? This, sadly, is a concern of mine since I've gotten this teaching job in Korea. See, I'm going to be there awhile - I could miss some very big episodes. What if Brad Pitt comes on to do a huge exclusive, explaining what happened between him and Jen and how he and Angelina are moving on? A few continents can't stop me from missing that.
On the brightside, if Oprah's in Korean, it would be good incentive for learning the language. You know, other than communicating with people and getting through daily life.
I really need to leave this town.
Word of the day: pedantic. Insisting on strict observance of rules and details in presenting knowledge. I hope I'm more pedantic than usual while processing my grad school applications.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Fisherman's Bitch
A notice to my past and future customers: I do not, and will not, respond to any kind of cat calls, pssts!, stomping, snapping, hey you's, and any other patronizing and demeaning attempts to get my attention. I see you, I hear you, but I will not answer you. Save it for your dog.
Sometimes I don't mind the waitresing thing. You do get some interesting and friendly customers ; however, far too frequently lately I have been receiving the asshole customers that make wiatressing the piss poor job that it is. Basically, right now, it's just motivation for me to go back to school.
Anyway, for some actual good times, I'm going to post a few pictures of Halloween this year that ya'll might enjoy. My costume trick worked again this year: Find a hat, work the costume around that. This year I was a sailor. Well, if we want to be specific, I was a captain. Unfortunately, my dreams of being called "Cappy" didn't come true. Oh well, there's always next year.
Sometimes I don't mind the waitresing thing. You do get some interesting and friendly customers ; however, far too frequently lately I have been receiving the asshole customers that make wiatressing the piss poor job that it is. Basically, right now, it's just motivation for me to go back to school.
Anyway, for some actual good times, I'm going to post a few pictures of Halloween this year that ya'll might enjoy. My costume trick worked again this year: Find a hat, work the costume around that. This year I was a sailor. Well, if we want to be specific, I was a captain. Unfortunately, my dreams of being called "Cappy" didn't come true. Oh well, there's always next year.
Lorne and I
Me and Ty (and Ty's picture face)
Lorne, Chad and Ty doing a shot
Word of the day: nascent. Coming into existence. My blog is nascent. (I'll work on my sentences).
Monday, November 07, 2005
Officially a Blogger
Well, I was going to wait to start a blog until I left to go overseas again, as my life didn't seem to be interesting enough to begin one as it is. But then I realized, hey, why not? I've got stuff to say.
So, if anyone reads this who actually doesn't know me. I live in a small town in Ontario, Canada. I graduated from university in April and now, after a summer of working in Africa, am waitressing at a restaurant called the Fisherman's Catch. I hate it. Not necessarily the work itself, but being stuck in this small town, with its many small minds, with few chances to escape. Until the other day.
Yesterday I got offered a job to teach English in Korea. I accept! So, come the beginning of January, I'm off and this will become a blog of my travels in Korea. But, for now, enjoy my inner musings of nothingness.
So, if anyone reads this who actually doesn't know me. I live in a small town in Ontario, Canada. I graduated from university in April and now, after a summer of working in Africa, am waitressing at a restaurant called the Fisherman's Catch. I hate it. Not necessarily the work itself, but being stuck in this small town, with its many small minds, with few chances to escape. Until the other day.
Yesterday I got offered a job to teach English in Korea. I accept! So, come the beginning of January, I'm off and this will become a blog of my travels in Korea. But, for now, enjoy my inner musings of nothingness.
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