My kindy class

Every couple months there is a birthday celebration for the kindergarten kids who have had recent birthdays. Harry and Judy were the birthday kids.
From left to right:
Philip: the little devil who is very smart but always distracted and breaks out temper tantrums from time to time.
Oscar: Also rarely pays attention, has way too much energy sometimes, but is oh so cute.
Jennifer: the star student who is always first to answer questions.
Judy: Jennifer's best friend who is very sweet and always wants to help out.
Harry: Really good kid, very smart.
Josh: the little guy who seems to have a crush on Judy
Sean: really sweet kid, but rarely pays attention in class
Mitch: tries really hard, when he gets a something right he gets really excited

Alicia and Esther in background are the Korean teachers for this class. Esther seems to have some kind of magical power that makes them all amazingly well behaved when she enters the room. I think they see me as the "fun foreign teacher" so it can be difficult to make them sit still and actually learn anything. But nevertheless, they are great kids and usually a lot of fun.

Saturday Night in Seoul

Last night I went to Seoul with my co-worker and new friend Ellen from Wisconsin. We first went to Itaewon, the foreigner district, so I could buy a cell phone. It is next to a large U.S. military base, so the area is filled with GIs and Western style restaurants and bars. We went to a place called Gecko's where we got our fix of hamburgers and greesy french fries. It felt just like being in a bar and grill in the States but with a few more Koreans and the waiters were dressed in pirate garb. We wandered the streets for awhile before deciding to check out a club called Woodstock where we heard a mediocre Korean blues band. Next, we met up with Ellen's Korean/English friend Jun who invited us to meet him, his sister, and three cousins at a bar in another area of the city. We drank soju, ate various types of dried fish and I tried silkworm for the first time, a small foul tasting bug that Koreans like to snack on for some reason.
And then it was off to Hongdae, the hip university district filled with plenty of lively night clubs (far superior to Shitaewon, as Jun calls it). Ellen, Jun, Jun's cousin named Bong, and I went to a club called TinPan which I had been to once before. The first time I was there the place was practically deserted, but this night, the music was blaring and you had to push people out of the way to get anywhere it was so crowded. There were plenty of drunk people dancing on the tables, many of them wearing high heeled shoes (I did see one girl fall off). We socialized with some lovely Irish girls who Ellen had met before. Just before we were about to call it a night, we heard that Fez was in TinPan. That's right, none other than Wilmer Valderrama, the actor who plays the foreign exchange student in 'That 70s Show' was partying it up in Hongdae! Very random. Apparently he was there to entertain the troops with his new 'Yo Mama' comedy routine that is currently on MTV. Wilmer was accompanied by a famous hip-hop artist Frankie J who was also there to entertain the troops. I did get to briefly meet both Wilmer and Frankie, but it was so loud it was difficult to have much of a conversation.
By this time it was almost 4 am and we were rather tired so we decided to call it a night. Ellen and I took a taxi back home to Hwajeong. As we got in the cab, Ellen's nose started bleeding. The cab driver was kind enough to offer her some tissues, but decided to take 'the long way' to Hwajeong, maybe to compensate for the cost of the tissues. We drove though some bumpy backroads for awhile before finally making it back. Quite a night to say the least.

The edge of Hwajeong

First post!

I can't believe it's allready been almost two weeks since I arrived in Korea. It seems like I landed just a few days ago, but at the same time I feel like I've been here forever. The day after I arrived, I spent the whole day (noon to 8:00) at my school, YBM ECC Hwajeong, observing my Tuesday classes. The following thre days I had a crash course of teacher training (8 hours a day) in Seoul which is about a 40 minute subway ride from Hwajeong. There was certainly no time for easing into the time change and culture shock. But somehow I survived my first few days and then thankfully had three days off to catch up on sleep and have my brain process everything about this foreign place I thrust myself into.
Friday night I met up with Jay and Jessie who live and work in Ilsan, Korea's "new city", which was built within the past 10 or 15 years and has a population of about half a million people (considered "the burbs" for Korea). It is host to Asia's largest manmade lake, a huge flashy shopping area called La Festa, lots of tall shiny apartment buildings and crazy Korean drivers. We walked near the lake, took pictures of giant spiders, ate greasy croquettes from a fake French bakery, and had a couple beers at a bar in La Festa.
Monday was our last free day so we decided to take the subway into Seoul and explore a bit. What we expected to be a day spent in Seoul ended up being a day under Seoul. Anguk Station, our destination to get off the subway, came upon us a bit sooner than I expected. Just as I realized I left my backpack on the shelf above my seat, the doors of line 3 closed and the train was gone. We went to an information booth and tried to communicate to the guy working there what had happened. He pointed in a direction for us to walk. After leaving the information booth, several different Korean men tried to show us where we were supposed to be going. One guy actually ended up walking us all the way to the other end of the station to show us to the Anguk security office. Once at the office, a man that worked there had me speak to a translator to tell her the situation. Jay, Jessie, and I waited for a couple hours on a leather sofa sipping free vending machine coffee, practicing our Hangul, and watching people move about the subway station on a wall of video screens. We finally got the call that they had found my bag! The only thing was that we would have to retrieve it at another security office on the last stop of line 3, about 20 stations away. So...back on the subway...lots of sitting...finally arrived at Suseo station. We walked around that station for another half hour or so until we finally found the Suseo security/lost and found office. The guy working there must have spent some time in the states because he greeted me with a "Hey, what's up man? Are you the American?", handed over my bag and said "take it easy, man". Despite what seemed like endless hours of waiting, I think the whole expereince turned out to be a great lesson of Korean culture. In the subway of one of the largest metropolitan cities in the world, not only was my bag not stolen, but there must have been close to ten different people throughout the day who played some part in helping me get it back.