Two Days of Firsts


The last two days have been a unique combination of manic and relaxed. While we still have yet to move in to our new apartment, we have been spending our days at our soon-to-be school. It is here that we have had our eyes opened in many ways, including the view of the skyline seen above.

Firstly, we met some of our colleagues, all of whom seem to be nice people. Sadly, the people that Kris and I bonded the closest with will soon be leaving (as their contracts end tomorrow). However, our colleagues have given us several pearls of wisdom for surviving in Korea as a foreigner. Primary amongst these are a number of restaurants that are both cheap and delicious. Kris and I have had cooked tuna sushi rolls, ramen noodles, spicy chicken, and dishes with a sauce as black as pitch. All of these have surprised us with their flavours, and we have thoroughly enjoyed them.

We were also lucky enough to enjoy some light, refreshing teas at each meal. These teas helped Kristen’s faith in Asia to be restored, after having horrible tea served to us on the plane. Unfortunately, I now have a similar stigma against Asian beer, as the slightly yellow water we were served at dinner last night was not quite up to South African standards.

Oddly enough, we also had our first encounter with our future students revolve around food. The children and their mothers came to the school kitchen facility, where we guided them through making a “pizza” from bread, tomato sauce, onions, sausage, peppers, and cheese. Appreciators of Italian cuisine would roll in their grave, but it was a fun activity that gave us as the teachers some time to bond with the children, and identify potential troublemakers.

Despite meeting the children, our time here still seems surreal – we have been floating around the other teachers, not quite doing anything substantial yet. By this time next week, I will undoubtedly wish that I were still not doing anything (instead of being swamped with work), but for now, I can’t wait to get stuck in to teaching some 7-year-olds another language.


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