Thursday, 28 July 2011

Anyeonghaseyo (안녕하세요)



Or "Part sixof approximately 48"
or "BattleKorea"
or "A quickie,cause I'm realbusy"

Bug spray and body bug spray
A war isbeing waged at 102-403 Ssangbuk Ahpahtah (Korean pronunciation ofApartment). Every nightwhen they lights go out and sometimes while the lamp is still on, themosquitoes in my flat attack! The mosquitoes launch their aerialattack at everypart ofmy body, forcing me to remain under covers despite the heat; they areruthless. It got to a point where I slept with a can of Koreandoom next to my bed and just blasted it at the slightest sound, which obviouslywas stupid because eventually I had to leave the room or die, so I ended up sleeping in myspare room that night on the floor. Mozzies 1:Vasti 0. In my artilleryI now havedoom, bug spraythat you spray onto your skin, a bed slipper and the netting over my windowsglued shut. It helps a lot that every now and then a truck drives around Buyeothat pumps out this white powdery bug repellent. Most foreigners complainthat it gets into their chests and what ever, but I am justgrateful.

It's theend of the first semester and teachers are scrambling to get all their workdone in time. I have completed all my curriculum lessons for this semester and I'mmostly watching movies or playing English games with my classes. How ever, somehome room teachers are so behind that they call individual pupils out of myclasses for extra instruction or otherwise cancel English class altogether justso that they can have an extra lesson on what ever it is they are behind on.This is all done secretly because the principal would be pissed if she foundout English class is being cancelled. The Korean home room teachers don'twant the principal to know they are behind in their work so they come up with allsorts of strange reasons asto why class is cancelled. The grade four teacher told me that myclass was cancelled because the grade six class is writing an important examand English class is louder than other classes. The grade three teacher didn'teven try, she said class is cancelled because it's raining outside. Monsoonseason is looking up :-) I kid, I am sure that she probably had a verylegitimate reason for cancelling the class but she doesn't have enough Englishto explain it to me and thought:"Vasti really doesn't have to know why,let me just tell her anything."

Ok thatwas about two weeks ago, tomorrow I finish my first two weeks of summer Englishcamp. I am exhausted; I couldcurl up and sleep right now. I haven't written anything in this email for about two weeks anddidn't even notice my usual deadline slip by (neither did you so I don't feel too bad about that).Sjoe, eks moeg!


(Here isa passage I wrote back when I still had time to speak of)

My Ex-VP/the Yoga instructor at my school and my Mum.
I don't knowif I told you guys in a previous email but on my first day at my small school(JangAm elementary) the school was having sports day. And before the sports bitof it commenced the entire school warmed up together by doing kiddies yoga. Theteachers were the instructors and the kids stretched and contorted to a catchytune playing in the back ground. I thought: welcome to East AsiaVasti. Last week I found out that my vice principal runs an hour long yogaclass every Monday andFriday from 3:00pm-4:20pm and I joined. Free yoga! Is there anything better tostart and end you working week? Turns out my vice principal is basically acontortionist. She'sprobably around 40 years old (Asian 60) and she's still more flexible than most of the kids. There is agrade one girl who keeps up with her, but thats probably only because she's grade one and doesn't know thathuman bodies are not suspose to be able to assume those positions. Anotherdistinctly Asian thing that happens at my school is that the new grade twoteacher performs acupuncture on my fellow staff members in the staff room everyonce and a while. I have been too shy to ask him to do it for me but I'm keen.Hopefully someone volunteers my arm soon or I'll have to ask and hope he'sfriendly to foreigners. Adding to my twice weekly low impact workout is aseries of outside gyms conveniently placed all around scenic places in Buyeo.These pieces of exercise equipment aren't hardcore, they more like ellipticalmachines and that circle that you stand and twist on. There are three sets ofwork out equipment within walking distance of my apartment. I'll add pictureswhen i can.


Thats it folks,
Subpar, I know but I needrest... you guys write for a while, I'm going to sleep.

I'll catchyou again it about two weeks :-)

Be sureto check out this cute link... and if you're moved by it feel free to adopt a Koreanchild.Adoptionisn't really sociallyacceptedhere so the majority of Koreanorphans are adopted by foreigners... grab one before they notice their mistake:-)

If you geta chance, send me topics you'd like to hear about...

Be good
BashtiTeacher

Monday, 11 July 2011

On yearning, earning, learning and the alphabet



Hanging out in one of the watering holes in The Yeo!
or "part 5 of approximately 24"
or "Oh crap, where have the past two months gone?"
or "Death to the Alphabet Song, Long live the days of the week"


I am living in a time warp in South Korea. Time moves so strangely here, on the one hand it moves so fast that I cannot believe I have been here for two months already, on the other hand I can't believe how far away my next pay-check is! And there is still so much more I want to buy! I still intend to save as much as I can but I think its going to be harder than I anticipated. The group of foreign English teachers in my province are very close knit and have some sort of event every weekend. If it's not a birthday, it's ladies night or paintball, or some sort of Korean festival that the foreigners are more interested in than the locals. This party/drinking culture is not at all how I live back in SA and I don't have that much interest in it now (also it's heavy on the pocket).  However, I want to have fun here, I want to immerse myself in every opportunity I can. I will do my best to get in as much fun as possible but my priority remains paying off my debt so maybe I’ll have more fun when I have made a decent dent in my debt.

So, at twenty five years old I have started earning my very first stable income; a monthly pay-check that I manage and control. MY money that only has to cover MY needs, MY wants and MY nasty habits (like MY chocolate nesquick addiction; I’m up to two glasses a day on weekends and one a day on weekdays). I feel a little bit like a child playing with big money, also I’m super paranoid. I currently have three budgets drawn up. One on a budgeting app that I downloaded on my iPad, one in my personal organiser/diary and one in the folder that I store all my bills, receipts and bank slips. Now that my laptop is up and running in English I am sure a budget will appear there soon. I don't really know why I am compulsively budgeting, I think I just feel better doing something about the money and I don't know exactly what I should be doing. I still feel like I barely have enough money to make it to the end of the month but I’m not sure if that is true since this is the first month I was paid on time and started tracking my money. If I make it then I will be super happy and I will let you know. If I don't make it, well then I guess I will lose weight faster than I anticipated.
Korean money

I made my first big dyslexic mistake today; I taught the kindergarteners to write the letter J with its tail swinging in the wrong direction. It is not completely my fault, the dyslexic kindergartener threw me off, he did it first and it looked right to me so I just copied him (bad teacher, I know). Anyway, with any luck they won't remember it next week and I’ll be able to correct my mistake. The English alphabet sucks, it's pretty lame. I was actually a little embarrassed when I confirmed with the grade one teacher that the only difference between big "P" and small "p" is line placement. It's also really annoying that the name of the letter "W" does not contain its phonetic pronunciation.  So during phonics practice it sounds like I’m making stuff up. The name of the letter is "pee" the sound of the letter is "peh", the name of the letter is "kay" the sound of the letter is "keh", the name of the letter is "double you" the sound of the letter is ”weh". Which one sounds like I’m trying to trick them? It would even be fine if it was called "double v" because thats how we write it. But no, we have to make things more tricky than they need to be, my poor kids. I have also spent an impressive amount of time on YouTube finding better versions of the alphabet song. My favourite one is called 'a' you're adorable, and is a song I actually had on my phone before coming to teach here. I found a kid friendly version on youtube, it is performed by sesame street characters. I looked for a takalani sesame version but did not find anything useful. English a really hard language to learn and it makes me feel so much better about the progress I am making with my Korean. Learning on your own is difficult because you never quite sound like the other Koreans do. I am thinking about setting up Learn-Korean groups where we will be able to study together as foreign teachers but at the moment their is little interest, especially because there isn't a Korean speaking person willing to set up and lead the lessons so how would we know whether we are pronouncing things right or not.

My favourite thing to teach so far is the days of the week, and that is mostly because of this awesome song that I use. It's called 'I never go to work' and its by a band called 'They Might be Giants'. Here's a link to the YouTube video I use. I would use it by breaking the kids up into groups (seven in each group) and then whisper the name of a different day into each child's ear and make then stand in line from Monday to Sunday without speaking. Its hilarious, it would be easy for you because you would just use numbers, but most of the kids are just learning which name is which day and where each day in the week is. It also got me into the nasty habit of calling one of my third graders 'Wednesday'. The name just stuck, its not my fault, and she responds to it.


The main living area in my apartment. 
Monsoon season has hit Korea and it will be raining for two weeks straight. The sound of the rain is wonderful to fall asleep to and it really cools the air, but mostly it is confusing. I don't know if this counts as culture shock but I'm struggling to adjust to summer rain storms. The rain starts and then I want to crack out the hot chocolate but its so hot already. I'm in the mood for soup because its rainy but I cant think about soup at the same time because I’m getting hot... sometimes I sit under the blanket in my bed and listen to the rain with a good book while I secretly sweat, I do this out of stubbornness... the moment would be so perfect if it wasn't so hot! It rains all day, for days on end and you don't need to bring a jersey with you because it's hot but if you forget your umbrella, you're screwed, you'll be soaked down to your onties (undies). It hasn't happened to me yet but it happened to my friend Silke. Also, because it is humid you never really dry. I used to think it was awesome that I had to take my shoes off when I went into peoples houses; I felt it was all fancy, foreign and cultural. Now I know the truth, it is just practical. Monsoon season means everything is wet. You're wet and full of mud, your shoes are wet and full of mud and you're gonna drag that mud all over their floors unless you take shoes off. I don't wear my shoes much inside anyway (as Aunty Margie will attest, I have left countless pairs of shoes at their house) and I think I'm going to take this bit of Korean genius and apply it to my life. So when I get a place of my own back in SA you'll have to take your shoes off when you come visit, time to buy socks that match and don't have holes. Mind you Korea has had underfloor heating since before Jesus roamed the earth, so maybe I should make some money and get a place with underfloor heating before I enforce that rule.


Me in my bedroom, working hard.
Last week I moved things in my apartment. I did this so that I could make the place feel like it belonged to me, and also because I wanted to use the space better. It feels a lot more cosy now and I really think I found a set-up that works for me. When I moved the fridge I found the grossest thing ever. It was a big glob of sticky, gooey, yellow slime stuff, that had started to harden. There were bits of old food in it and old pieces of plastic. I couldn't mop it up I had to spray it with detergent stuff and then get on my hands and knees and scrub it off the floor. It was so gross I had to leave the apartment for some air after I cleaned it. I don't think the previous girl ever cleaned under the fridge. I also stuck my hand down the side of the couch and found a whole pile of junk, and nothing valuable. I cant believe she didn't clean up when she left. I’d be a little embarrassed if I were her. The same situation is true for my classroom. I have been cleaning it for the past two months and I still haven't cleared up everything. Stuff has been stored in cupboards for ages, and resources are not organised or catalogued. Everything is covered in dust! I am not well known for having a tidy room, quite the contrary actually, but as my mother is my witness I never lived in filth. Underneath the piles of clothes, stationery and shoes that littered my carpet back home, the carpet was clean.


Liedfe,
Bashti Teacher
Ps. attempts to correct the Bashti teacher thing has dubbed me busty teacher, and since I am actually the bustiest teacher on the staff, I regret even trying to correct it

Wednesday, 6 July 2011

On needing, feeding, reading and strange superstitions



Also "4 of approximately 24"
or "Where the money goes"
or "These letters are getting harder, you guys should start paying me :-)"
or "You better be nice to me or I'll write your name in red"

I didn't tell you in emails because I didn't want to be a complainer but, it took a long time for my school to pay me. My co-teacher isn't the most helpful person I have met in my life and doesn't really have my best interests at heart. Let’s be honest; she is not very good at her job as a co-teacher. I am wonderful at my job, and I am pretty brave when it comes to trying to get things done on my own so we balance each other out (That’s my positive approach to this situation). Anyway, Petra, my angel sister, has been sending me money to live on for a few weeks and I have been trying to spend wisely. This means that I spent most of my money on food and transport and didn't buy things like the bathroom mat I need, the desk lamp I need, handy-andy, detergent or shampoo (by the way, shampoo is an essential item, living without it is not easy). But now, I am a millionaire! I got paid and it was glorious! The first thing I bought was yogurt, then shampoo, then washing powder, then a bathroom mat, then a nail clipper and some Tupperware, then some cereal that looked like it might  not contain sugar (I was mistaken) and a massive  bag of Nesquick (chocolate flavour, my first real luxury item). If you do want to send me a care package, because you love me or because you think I am abnormally good looking then please try to include oats. Oats and Oros are the two food things I really seem to miss from SA. Soon I will have a laptop and you guys can Skype me. After the laptop I'll buy a camera and I'm thinking of not buying a phone at all. What do you think? I don't know who would phone me, I suspose the other teachers who live in Buyeo, but do I want them to phone me? I could stay low profile if I don't get a phone and then they wouldn't suck up my time with their drinking nights. I’m not sure; travelling is better with a phone, if anything happens I could call someone. It's always hard to meet up with Petra because neither of us can let the other person know if plans change, since I don't have a phone. I’ll make it a poll; tell me what you think and I’ll take it into consideration.


Bibimbap
Eating out is cheaper in Korea than cooking at home. I know you’re thinking; “Now this is hard to believe. Maybe per night yes, but if you add it up then at the end of the month you could have done more with that money". You, my dear are wrong. Korean fast food, especially street food, is drastically cheaper than fresh food. I can get a roll of kimbap, big enough to be my supper for R6. I often buy this massive dumpling thing for R6 and have that for supper. Bibimbap, a dish made of raw veggies, rice, eggs and meat costs me R14 and I cannot finish the meal. It’s about three rand for ramyeon (seasoned noodles) and there are many other things like that. However, western food is more expensive. If you live in the city and you want to eat McDonalds or KFC every night you'll pay quite a lot but Korean fast food really is healthy and cheap. However, their fresh produce is very expensive. You will pay at least R10 for an apple, bananas are about R35 a bunch, and there is a box of strawberries that I really wanted that costs about R80. The reason for this is that Korea is tiny in comparison to SA. The Whole of Korea could fit comfortably into the Western Cape. Over and above that only 30% of their land is arable, the rest is covered in what they consider mountains, but what we would consider medium to large hills. They also have a slightly larger population than South Africa. This put together means that fruits and veggies are in short supply and high demand. If you've ever done any economics you'd know that prices will skyrocket under these conditions. I must say I found it very difficult to buy fruit. I still flat out refuse to pay R140 for a fricken watermelon! Veggies are cheaper but still more expensive than in SA. I will know more about vegetable prices when I buy them, and then I’ll tell you, but I know a cucumber is like R20. I haven't bought meat and I don't intend to but I know meat is also quite expensive here, I have bought tuna and it’s cheap.  It was roughly R9 for a can and you can get three for R25, so naturally I bought three. Since the whole country is a peninsula the seafood is affordable and you can get fresh seafood from vendors everyday at super reasonable prices. In fact I could live off of crayfish rather than beef. It's strange but if I wanted to make my Aunty Patricia's delicious Crayfish Salad, the most expensive thing would be the veggies. Bread is hard to come by, and brown bread is even harder. Uncle Salie has never been to Korea. There is a bakery in Buyeo that sells brown bread; they sell it 6 slices at a time. Those six slices cost me about R16 but they are pretty big slices... and it keeps me off the carbs. Do you have any questions about food? No, I have not yet tried dog, but I have found a restaurant in Buyeo that sells dog. The more fancy places allow you to go to the back and choose a dog which they will then slaughter and serve for you. I don't think that is for me though, I've never been one to have my food growl at me before I chow down.



I can now read Korean. Not well but enough to get by. I know all the sounds the characters make (roughly) and I can see the names of stuff on road signs. It sounds tough but it's not that difficult. Obviously I can’t understand a word of what I'm reading but I know when I'm getting on the right bus and that's a big deal. It's not permanent knowledge. I'll have to keep practicing but I’m proud of myself. Also there are different pronunciations for some letters, depending on its position in the syllable, so that is tricky, but I think as a third language speaker, I'm doing ok. The name of my town is 부여 I know there is a chance that you can't see that (it might come out as blocks) but trust me it’s pretty cool.

I’m a little behind on my luxury reading. I planned to sit under tree and read for hours on end... I'm not sure where I thought I'd find the time. There is so little time. I don't know how these letters get so long when I barely finish them on time. Since I started these letters the list of people wanting to read them has gotten longer and longer. I'm trying to think of it as a compliment to my writing but it actually just adds pressure, I'm even thinking about getting an editor. You know; someone who can actually spell to go through my letters first.
The longer I am here the harder it is to gauge what is differs from South Africa. People really are people everywhere.

Lots of the ridiculous things that I was told about Korea and Koreans before I left South Africa have either been explained to me  (so they seem reasonable) or they have been proven false. For example: Korea’s society is very conservative and they don't like to drink alcohol; this is nonsense. Koreans on average drink more that South Africans, well either that or they cannot hold their liquor because they are so small. But ya, I can confidently say I see a drunken Korean every other day, and a few more on weekends. Their drink of choice is Soju, the cane like substance I mentioned in my first email. Soju can be bought at any shop and at anytime of the day. You can get Soju on Sundays at seven from the corner shop near your house. And it's cheap.  A bottle of Soju costs roughly the same as a bottle of water. You can drink it clean or drink it with coke, orange juice, Chilsing (Korean sprite) or even just a dash of grenadine. You also get different varieties of Soju. Since I’m not a very big drinker, my favourite kind is lemon Soju. Everyone makes fun of me because it’s like drinking a wine cooler... but I am never the one vomiting out the side of the taxi when we get back to the apartments, so they can laugh all they want.

Koreans aren't very approachable in general, but it’s not because they aren't nice, they are very nice and want to be helpful but they are very self conscious. They don't like speaking English if their English is poor, so they would rather not speak it at all than make a mistake and be laughed at. But after some Soju, they are a lot more open. They’ll speak to you in broken English and laugh with you at the ridiculous things they say. They get louder, they are pretty quiet in general (it’s impolite to speak loudly on busses or trains so everyone sits quietly like in South African lifts. It kind of freaks me out!) One drunken Korean man came up to me and just repeated the words "Nama-Gong, world cup, soccer, and Mandela" like fifteen times. I smiled and nodded. The ten Korean words I know would not have improved that conversation much.


However, some things which I thought were not going to be an issue when I arrived in Korea actually turned out to be true. For instance, followers of Confucianism believe that we should not write down our names in red ink because that is the colour that the names of the deceased was written in the death registry many years ago. Writing down someone’s name in red means you wish them dead. Writing your own name in red means you believe you are going to die. While about fifty percent of Koreans are not religious, 25 of them Christian and the other 25 and Buddhist; Confusion ideas still circulate widely in Korea. Last Thursday when I was playing a really fun game with my kids and I wanted them to write down their scores on the board, I gave a kid a red board marker (just because I was using the black one) and the whole class protested loudly in Korean. I didn't even realise what was going on but when I did I quickly realised my mistake and gave him the black marker so that he could write down his name and score. Unfortunately, after that I tried to think back to my week of introductions, I wrote my name down in every new class I was introduced to and I don't know if I did it in red at any point and if they are all expecting me not to survive my term at this school... If the letters stop coming, you know what happened.

Here is just one more strange yet wonderful thing about Korea that I find entertaining. It’s called ‘fan death’ which means, death by fan. The heat in Korea's summer is quite intense, humidity and high temperatures keep people indoors (unlike Cape Town and Durban where it sends people to the beach). But when Koreans put on the fan or the air conditioner, they will open all the windows and doors. This is to prevent ‘fan death’. Cases of ‘fan death’ are reported every summer and even some teachers in my school leave their windows open when switching on the air-con (which, as you know, basically defeats the purpose). I've heard two explanations for this so far, the one is that the fan sucks in the good, breathable air and creates a partial vacuum in the room whichhttps://mail.google.com/mail/images/cleardot.gif suffocates its inhabitants. The other is that the blades of the fan chop up the air particles until they become too small for human beings to breathe. If this sounds really ridiculous to you and you think I’m making it up, check out this article on Wikipedia-http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fan_death



I sincerely hope you are well and that you will let me know if you're not. 
The only thing worse than hearing shocking news about your friends and family from someone other than the subject of the news, is hearing it long after everyone is done talking it out and no longer want to gossip with you about it. 
I want all my news fresh and still in scandalous tones!


Much love
Bashti Teacher