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.
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.
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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 which

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


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