JOIN CHASE | Travel Journal

SPANNING THE GLOBE

2012-02-27T20:33:00.006+09:00

Lovers reunited in Seoul, Korea. February, 2012.

Our "love locks" at Namsam Tower, Seoul.

El Salvadoran pupusas in South Korea, a very culturally infused meal!

Creepy facial masks and wine for Rina's last night.

The brown sugar was left on the lowest shelf of the cupboard – where Rina could reach if for her coffee. A tiny amount of wine was still left in our glasses from the night before. Long, dark hair could be found throughout my apartment. Everything was so quiet, and I was alone for the first time in over a week.

I still can’t believe she even came. My own little El Salvadoran (lover) was right here, in Korea, all the way from LA. To be able to share a place so special to me, with a person so dear to my heart meant so much.

We danced (a lot). We made pupusas (twice). We sang (well, I did). We fought (like a married couple). We practiced Sunmudo (Korean Buddhist Martial Art), and bowed 108 times (for enlightenment). It was an incredible week!

I’ll be picking up pieces of our time together for many days to come. Little memories of moments shared, scattered about my place. From the jungles of Guyana, South America, to the “Soul of Asia”, our friendship spans the globe. I can’t wait for our next adventure! Where will it be?

Thanks for visiting, Rina. You mean the world to me.

108 BOWS

2012-02-26T00:07:00.022+09:00

Golgul Temple near Gyeongju, Korea. February, 2012.

Golgusa has several caves with Buddhas.

Chant and meditation room at Golgusa, South Korea.

Rina and I had the fantastic opportunity to visit and stay overnight at Golgul Temple, near Gyeongju (ancient Silla Dynasty capital city) in South Korea. “Templestays” are becoming much more common, as tourism rises in “The Land of the Morning Calm”.

This particular temple is known for Sunmudo Martial Art. Golgusa runs a training program for those who would like to experience aspects of Korean Seon (Zen) Buddhism in this way. We had two sessions, and both kicked our butts.

Our stay at Golgusa was everything I had hoped it would be. It was an incredibly intimate and spiritual experience. I was impressed with how much was packed into our short time there. In addition to practicing Sunmudo, we shared vegetarian meals with other guests and monks, participated in evening and morning chants, as well as sitting and walking meditations.

The most powerful experience for me was bowing 108 times. These were not just little head bobs or curtsies either. I mean knees on the ground, face down, hands up kind of bows.

Why 108 bows? According to Golgul Temple’s website, 108 bows represent our basic mental sufferings:

These sufferings arise through the meeting of the six sense organs. The eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind and the six sense objects; namely corresponding color, sound, smell, taste, touch and concept.

It is the combination of these organs and sense objects that result in reactions of likes, dislikes or neutral feelings which in turn lead to joy, sorrow or indifference.

Take these six combinations of sense organs and sense objects and multiply by the three reactions (likes, dislikes, neutral feeling, which turn to joy, sorrow or indifference) to equal 36, then multiply 36 by three for the past, present and future to get 108.

Doing 108 bows helps to sublimate and purify. By completely concentrating body and mind in unison, we rid ourselves of the scattering of energy that sensations and reactions cause us.

Our basic nature is pure, infinite and capable of anything, but we keep losing our basic nature through our reactions to these sensory processes. We become incapacitated rather than infinitely capable…

We can break the cycle of sufferings by constantly repeating 108 bows, because it is then that the body and mind are pure and integrated as one. Such determination to return to our basic nature will eventually lead us to attain enlightenment.

My path toward enlightenment has only begun, but by doing these 108 bows I felt the most prayerful I have in a very long time. Each bow has a particular focus. And every time my face met the floor, I read the reason for that specific prostration. Some of my favorites include:

I bow to wonder where I came from and where I am going.
I bow to think about who I am.
I bow to appreciate the life I live today.
I bow to know that unchangeable love is flowing through the universe.
I bow to avoid expecting difficulty in my life.
I bow to make the best of each moment in my life.
I bow to repay even the smallest debt of gratitude.
I bow to try not to obtain valuable things with little effort.
I bow to know that suffering comes from an attached mind.
I bow to avoid looking back at the past, and to not worry about the future.
I bow to own possessions, but not to be controlled by them.
I bow to pray with a thankful mind for everything.
I bow for friends who have been beside me, sharing my laughter and tears.
I bow for humility, so that I can always put others first.
I bow to realize that all lives are interconnected.
I bow for all the lives destroyed by the greed of humanity.
I bow to realize that my life is the movement of my soul.
I bow to be refreshed by the feeling of a cool breeze.
I bow to be thankful for all of the good and beautiful things in my life.
I bow to be thankful for my life and to reflect on the lives that are yet to be.

See the complete list of 108 bows on Golgusa's website if you are interested in reading more.

You do not have to be Buddhist, or even religious to practice these bows. They are true for life, and important for all of us to process and reflect upon. Taking time to bow 108 times every day is not realistic, but I hope to do so at least a few times every morning and night. Through bowing we learn how to humble ourselves. I can think of only a few things more humiliating than kissing the ground with my forehead.

SOMETIMES I GET MAD

2012-02-24T12:44:00.020+09:00

I’m not an angry person, at all, but sometimes I do get mad. And there’s no real nice way to say what I’m going to say next, so I’m just going to type it out bluntly. I think several Foreign English Teachers that I've met in Korea are socially awkward and/or creepy, and I dislike what I’ve seen of the U.S. Military presence here.

It makes me so angry when I observe incidents, or hear stories that give Koreans wrong impressions of Americans, other foreigners, and especially teachers, just because of the negative actions from a few.

A few weeks ago I witnessed a horrific scene at a restaurant in Itaewon, the foreign district of Seoul. Four U.S. Military guests were causing a big, dramatic and completely unnecessary scene about something the server supposedly did (or didn’t do). They demanded that the restaurant cater more to American needs, and threatened to report back to the U.S. Military what had happened.

MY RANT—I’m sorry. But, this isn’t America. I know it seems like you’re in America on your base. But, when you’re off base, show a little respect. You’re not going to get a free meal because you’ve complained about something that likely didn’t occur.

For those of you who haven’t heard about my little Star-spangled Banner incident, let’s just say I’ll never go into a Korean bar filled with line-dancing soldiers ever again.

What has made me even more upset is a recent report about several Guest English Teachers (GETs) accused of dealing marijuana within a larger drug ring. Maybe this doesn’t seem like a big deal to you, but in Korea it’s a very big deal. Not only does it tarnish the reputation of GETs, it’s punishable by serving several years in prison plus thousands of dollars in fines.

LET ME VENT—Get a life, people. If you’re not here to fully invest in a rich cultural experience, leave. If you’re not passionate about what you do, go waste your time elsewhere. Your responsibility as a teacher is to be a leader, a positive example and mentor.

Private and public institutions throughout Korea should strongly consider having higher standards and qualifications for hiring GETs. Then maybe you wouldn't have as many weird foreigners (that I wouldn't let my own kids near) teaching your students...

Of course I’ve had my fair share of wild moments. I’m sure I’ve furthered stereotypes with some of my actions before. I like to have fun! But, I know how to be culturally appropriate. I know how to fit in as best I can. I know how to be respectful of customs. And I know what I should and shouldn’t do. It isn’t that difficult to figure out.

I’m here to make a difference, no matter how small it may be. I’m here to put in the effort it takes and go beyond. I’m here to value all experiences in and out of the classroom. I feel privileged to have this job, to get to be a teacher in Korea.

Thank you to many of my wonderful friends making a positive impact through serving with the U.S. Military, or teaching English abroad. Continue to take pride in what you do, even when the stupidity of a few makes it more challenging for us to do so. I’m proud to work alongside you.

AND IT WAS REAL

2012-02-23T23:43:00.012+09:00

It was a time. It was a place. And it was real.

Tonight was a beautiful clashing of my life’s experiences, a true cultural explosion of sorts. I love getting together with friends from around the world, at random spaces throughout.

It was a time. It was a place. And it was real.

Barely noticeable from the outside, this eclectically decorated basement offered the ideal setting for a perfect slice of life to be had. We puffed on our hookah, and let laughter billow from our room.

It was a time. It was a place. And it was real.

Rina (who was a big part of my life in Guyana, South America) sat to my left, and Ryan (who is a big part of my life in Korea) sat to my right. Strangers to each other before our paths happened to cross; we sat together for a shared moment. Brought together for a reason.

It was a time. It was a place. And it was real.

REFOCUSED

2012-02-23T16:31:00.005+09:00

As a Guest English Teacher (GET) through the English Program in Korea (EPIK), I was required to complete 15 hours of online, in-service training. Of course I left it until the last possible moment (and I barely listened to a word). But, it did help me refocus after a random two-month break from regular classes.

I’ve decided to no longer use technology as a crutch in the classroom. If it doesn’t add to a lesson, it distracts from. So much of what I do revolves around the use of a computer. It’s easy and gets the job done. But, “Never forget the value of a blank piece of paper.”

I truly believe the best teachers work together with students. Learning is a process in which both the teacher and learner must play an equal part. Somehow it seems students are often overlooked, or even left out of the learning process completely. I vow to always view my students as partners.

I’ve found classroom management is simply reacting to situations and circumstances accordingly. I’ll continue to remain calm and collected – even in times of frustration. I may not always have control of a class, but I should always stay in control of myself.

I want to to be the kind of teacher that gets better with every lesson. And I want to go beyond what’s expected. Not just academically, but especially when it comes to investing in my students’ lives outside of the classroom. Those seeking a special connection give even more reason to put in the extra effort.

Even though I didn’t get much out of my in-service, online training, I'm refocused. As I prepare to begin my second semester of teaching in Korea, I remain thankful for the opportunity to be here.

Please note: The quote, and many of my thoughts come out of lessons from EPIK's In-Service Training.

SEXY SINGLENESS

2012-02-15T20:42:00.006+09:00

Handmade chocolate from Julia, one of my students.

Contrary to what most people seem to believe, I think being single is okay.

This doesn’t mean I’m against marrying, or having a family. Marriage is a beautiful promise, and I hope to have kids someday. Maybe.

However, life is best lived in community. Period. You don't have to be in any sort of romantic relationship to fit in, or even have a family.

I know wherever I go I’m loved. And I’ll always find love wherever I go. Love isn’t something I run from, or am afraid of. I can only wonder what it’s like to feel unloved.

The only Valentine I received this year was from one of my students. She gave me a homemade chocolate. Her simple, kind gesture was all I needed to feel loved on lover’s day.

Of course I want a life partner. I’m sick of dating, but I’m not ready to settle just yet.

For those of you who struggle with your often-frowned-upon status, don’t. Be proud to be solo. Make a statement with your singleness. I guarantee someone will want what you’ve got. But, it's only sexy if you rock it.

PICKLED LOVE

2012-02-14T23:57:00.003+09:00

I started the morning off with a burger from Lotteria (Korean version of McDonald’s), so I just sort of binged all day. Not out of pity or sorrow, but just because.

I ate chocolates, almost an entire pizza, more chocolates, even had a Pepsi. And just when I thought my ravenous afternoon rampage was over, a girl at the grocery store gave me a chocolate bar. So, I ate that too.

I had a bag of chips after shoving five containers of pickles in my face for dinner. Many bowls of cereal were consumed after. Then I ditched milk for cream cheese. Dried cereal lathered in cream cheese is really good.

After my absolutely out-of-control eating spree, I decided I should eat something healthy. So, I ate two oranges, a banana and a salad. Happy Valentine’s Day to me! I want ice cream.

START SOMEWHERE

2012-02-12T19:50:00.006+09:00

Although it does not always seem so, I am a very organized person. At least I try to be. Unfortunately, at this point in life I am quite backed up when it comes to most things. If you make “to do” lists for ‘to do’ lists, you will understand what I mean. There are many areas and aspects of my life in need of rearrangement.

One major task I had been meaning to do for years was unclutter my Gmail account. It took an entire weekend to sort through, respond to, and/or throw away nearly 2,500 messages; but, I did it! My email Inbox is now clean and neatly arranged. It feels good, but this is only the beginning.

I have not properly managed computer files for months, maybe years. This has resulted in folders upon folders titled, Organize, LOOK AT ME, Duplicate – you get the point. What makes it worse is I have two computers to unclutter. And do not even get me started on Facebook.

Technology has truly shaped my life, yours, and our world. I do not want to turn back to “the good ole days”. I love using the Internet for almost everything. But, even though I am a man with little, I feel weighed down by how hard it is to keep up with what is supposed the make life more efficient. Do you know what I mean?

Part of the reason I have waited so long to tidy my desktop, documents and social media accounts is because I did not even know where to start. I finally came the realization that I had to start somewhere. Accepting that I simply cannot keep up with everything is not an excuse to put off doing anything.

TEACH PASSION

2012-02-08T16:29:00.004+09:00

Chungbuk Province Foreign Language Institute for Students (CBFLIS).

I just completed my last of three public speaking/radio broadcasting sessions at Chungbuk Foreign Language Institute for Students (CBFLIS). I was so impressed with the program and facilities, but even more impressed with my 60 advanced and motivated eighth graders, selected from various schools throughout our province.

I didn’t have a co-teacher. And I didn’t have to discipline once. They were so polite, and engaged. They fully participated in all activities, and I was able to have complete conversations with them. What a positive first experience teaching Korean middle school students! After classes I even felt a genuine tug at my heart, knowing I may never get to see them again. I hope I’ll forever be a little ripple in the river of each of their lives, as they will be in mine.

Outside CBFLIS is a beautiful river with a mountainous view. The center for English immersion is literally in the middle of nowhere, Korea. I’m not sure what the qualifications are to work at such a place, but I have several connections, and have made a great first impression. If a chance to work there opens, I may just apply. Opportunities abound!

It was so fun to teach about public speaking and radio broadcasting again. Two of my passions in life. Teaching about something you love, while doing something you love, truly makes a difference. Teach passion.

OVERLY UNDER PREPARED

2012-02-06T16:24:00.000+09:00

I came prepared to teach today. Wasn’t sure if I’d need to, but it’s always best to have a plan. The next week or two of classes are sort of random. We’re in this limbo period, between semesters, but students come back to prepare for graduation and such. Then we’ll have spring break before the next semester begins. I’m kind of confused.

After some clarification, I was asked to instruct a few lessons here and there. But, then the roof of our English classroom leaked water, and that class was canceled for today. Someone’s mother died, so another class was canceled for today. My third and sixth grade classes were also canceled for whatever reason. So, I didn’t actually teach. Today.

All this has been pleasantly reminiscent of my days as a Peace Corps Volunteer, which makes me feel right at home amidst the chaos. I wonder what tomorrow will bring. I know the end of the week I’m facilitating a mini English camp for after school classes. Surprise! That plan was just made up today. I love it!

OBSESSED

2012-02-05T12:21:00.000+09:00

Riding on Seoul's Metro, February 2012.

A tunnel under construction within Seoul's Metro.

I think I am obsessed with Seoul’s metro system. I could spend all day riding that thing, walking its tunnels, watching people and snapping photos. I think someday I will spend all day riding that thing, walking its tunnels, watching people and snapping photos. Obsessed!

TEACHER FIELD TRIP!

2012-02-03T19:15:00.000+09:00

Beautiful Beopjusa Temple, South Korea.

Dongdongju (Korean rice wine).

The aftermath of our second meal...

Today was a teacher field trip, and it was so wonderful to see nearly 60 of my Korean colleagues after a long break apart. School goes back in session tomorrow. What better day to have an outing than right before the craziness begins?

All I was told before the trip was that I’d be going to a mountain. And what time to meet. I feel like I’m told I’ll be going to a mountain often in Korea. At least this time I’d actually go to a mountain.

The chilly adventure included a short hike to beautiful Beopjusa Temple, with one of the biggest Buddha statues in Korea/the world, and a trek to eat mushroom stew and drink dongdongju (Korean rice wine).

We also stopped at a Hanok Village (traditional Korean home) for a quick tour. I was lucky enough to be targeted by the seemingly drunk guide/housekeeper. Then we ate again. No more than two hours after gorging on mushroom stew, not to mention all the snacks we/I had on the bus.

At 6PM I arrived home completely stuffed, a little tipsy, really tired and so grateful for the chance to be part of a teacher field trip day in South Korea. It was a very full and wonderful cultural experience.

JASON

2012-01-31T21:24:00.000+09:00

I was in a hurry. Story of my life. I wasn’t paying attention, and the bus reached Ochang before I was able to neatly gather all my belongings. Usually it’ not a big deal, but this time the bus wasn’t stopping in Ochang. Its final destination was Cheongju.

I quickly threw my stuff in a pile, and jumped off the bus without looking back. I wanted to avoid the wrath of stares I was getting for making people wait an extra 23 seconds.

I reached for my iPhone to call a friend. It wasn’t where I usually put it. It wasn’t in my coat pockets, or any of the pockets in my bag. I left it on the bus! At that moment I felt a little piece of my soul shrivel up and die.

I’m not one to panic, but I instantly went into this sort of survival mode. I made quick, strategic decisions that got me from point A to point B in a matter of minutes.

The most helpful, and coincidentally the person I was going to call anyway, would be Jason. I ran into his sixth grade classroom at my school. He was with two students, so I calmly interrupted to tell him/them what had happened. Jason immediately made a few calls, and located my phone within seconds. I couldn’t believe it.

We had to speed to Cheongju in order to catch the bus driver who had my phone before he left for Seoul. We made it! And after a few bows, I gave a small token of appreciation to the driver and had my phone back. Jason made it seem so simple, but it would have been nearly impossible to get my phone back on my own.

We went out for fried food and beer after. I appreciate any time I get to spend with Jason, and am truly thankful for everything he’s done for me. Not only did Jason get my phone back, he’s also the person who got me the phone in the first place. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to fully repay him for his generosity.

BAD ROMANCE

2012-01-31T12:13:00.000+09:00

Night food is very popular in Korea, especially in Seoul.

Myeongdong is one of the busiest shopping areas.

It was nice to spend a long weekend in Seoul. I met up with wonderful friends, had a few dates, danced a bit, and ate plenty of fried food. The usual. But, what wasn’t normal about this visit was my overwhelming desire to move to Seoul. I feel like I’m caught in a bad romance, in an ongoing love affair with Korea’s capital.

“Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Roma-roma-mamaa!”

Even though I frequently visit the megacity, I haven’t wanted to live or work there. I’m thankful for my smaller community, for my school, and for the opportunities I have in Chungbuk Province. But something kind of clicked inside me over the past few days, and a move to Seoul feels more right than ever.

It’s not official. Just an idea. Something I’m itching to do. An option I’ll no longer disregard. I think I’ll spend a second year at my school no matter what, and then decide what to do/where to go for a third year in Korea. Seoul would be the perfect fit in so many ways, but a bad, bad romance in so many others.

“Ga-ga-ooh-la-la! Want your bad romance.”

*Thank you for the inspiration, Lady Gaga.

TAKE A MOMENT

2012-01-30T23:38:00.000+09:00

Live in the moment because it’s what you have. You don’t have tomorrow, yet. You no longer have yesterday. It seems so simple, doesn’t it? It’s an ageless, timeless tale. So, why is it so difficult for us to grasp? Take a moment.

This weekend while sipping wine with Bethany, after a long day of shopping, we mulled over this very concept as the tannins of sweet Malbec danced in our heads. The key to life is living in the moment. The key!

The next day I had the privilege to catch up with my good friend, HyeJin, over fried Korean delicacies and beer, followed by tea and raspberry cheesecake. Type about living in the moment... The topic of our conversation also happened to be what it means to live for right now.

There’s a reason for that. I needed a reminder this weekend. I needed to be told. I needed to share. I’m not alone in my struggle to cease the day, to live for the moment. Neither are you.

Invest in what surrounds you. Define your moments. It doesn’t mean to disregard or let go of the past. The past is part of you. It has shaped who you are at this exact time. Acknowledge how it has created you, but don’t stop there. Don’t get stuck. Allow the past to help you focus on who you are in the present, and be thankful for it now. Not tomorrow.

The future is also part of what surrounds you. Don’t be fooled by people who tell you it isn’t. Of course it is, and it very well should be. What you do now impacts your next step. That’s why the future is part of every moment – today.

Do the things you love, every chance you get. Don’t push aside what surrounds you; the things that bring you joy in the present. One day you’ll wonder why you did, and regret the years you left everything and everyone in the moment. At that point you’ll realize life is simply moments shaped by our past. Like now. Like tomorrow. Like every other moment.

Take a moment to live presently.

WORK HOLIDAY

2012-01-27T17:42:00.000+09:00

For the past few days I helped prepare about 100 students from four area elementary schools for a trip to Australia/New Zealand. A few were from my school, so it was fun to reconnect with them over break.

The trip is part of an exchange program. These Korean students will spend three weeks living with host-families, and attending classes for a full cultural immersion experience. What a fantastic opportunity for them! And at such a young age. So glad I got to be a part. The Land Down Under was also my first overseas experience.

During our three-day workshop, I facilitated classes focusing on asking permission, dialogue to use to describe sicknesses, and writing travel journals. Other topics included etiquette, emergencies, shopping and money, as well as classroom English.

I am thankful for chances to do some extra work during my school’s holiday break. Instead of gallivanting off to exotic places like most of my fellow Foreign English Teachers, I am staying in Korea to work. Not the best way to spend vacation, but everyday feels like vacation for me.

Next week I will conduct evening workshops concentrating on public speaking/radio broadcasting for a group of advanced eighth grade students. It will be my first time teaching Korean middle school children. I am excited and nervous, but looking forward to partnering with Chungbuk Foreign Language Institute for Students (CBFLIS), another area education center.

SOMETIMES IN LIFE

2012-01-26T16:16:00.000+09:00

Sometimes in life you just have one of those days.

Sometimes in life people steal your bank account information and go on shopping sprees at Victora’s Secret and Bloomingdale’s. Sometimes in life you’re stuck on the phone with your bank in the United States at 3AM from Korea. Sometimes in life your bank thinks you’re suspicious because your address on file isn’t actually your address, and you can’t provide a phone number to be reached at because you don’t live in the country anymore.

Sometimes in life you have to teach a full day of classes after barely sleeping. Sometimes in life your students are really great. Sometimes in life your students are really rambunctious and downright rude. Sometimes in life you literally shiver because there’s no heat in your office in the middle of winter. Sometimes in life you meet a very important person before realizing marker is smudged all over your face.

Sometimes in life your only option for lunch is fish eggs wrapped with intestine. Sometimes in life you know you're eating some type of organ, but you just chew it down with a smile because people are watching and waiting for your reaction. Sometimes in life you just pretend what you’re eating is really good, or is something completely different than what you’re actually putting in your mouth. Sometimes in life you’re thankful for food no matter texture or taste.

Sometimes in life you can’t figure out how to use a photocopier because all the instructions and buttons are written in Korean. Sometimes in life you just have to press buttons and see what happens. Sometimes in life when you just press buttons nothing happens. Sometimes in life you need help from others. Sometimes in life you need to ask for help again and again because you can’t remember what you were just shown to do because the buttons and instructions are still in Korean.

Sometimes in life you just have one of those days. Sometimes in life all you can do is laugh at it, them, and yourself. Sometimes in life.

TWO FOR ONE

2012-01-25T22:48:00.000+09:00

She waited for me after yoga class. I took my time getting dressed, as I didn’t know anyone was waiting.

As soon as I left the building, someone shouted my name. It was my yoga instructor. She had something in her hands to give me. It was a warm bottle of peanut-flavored drink.

“Two for one,” she said with a smirk as I accepted her gift with two hands.

‘Two for one’ is the term Koreans use for, “buy two get one free”.

I laughed and simply said, “See you tomorrow.”

I absolutely adore my yoga instructor. We haven’t had a lot of interaction outside of class, but I hope to change that soon.

The creamy peanut concoction kept me warm on my walk home. It also brought back the taste of a favorite beverage of mine from Guyana, South America. Peanut Punch. For a few moments I felt like I was floating.

What I appreciate most about my yoga instructor is her sense of humor. Often in the middle of class she’ll burst out laughing, then cover her face in shame. This causes a chain reaction, and makes me laugh uncontrollably too. Thankfully it doesn't take her long to regain focus, as we’re lost without her leadership.

I also appreciate her blunt personality. It's not rude, just to the point. She says what’s on her mind, doesn't seem to bother with the small stuff. And she always makes fun of my inability to do the splits or touch my toes. Somehow everyone else in class can. I blame it on my ethnicity.

I really look forward to my yoga/more-like-dance classes. Posing to the beat of classics such as “Hit Me Baby One More Time”, “Wind Beneath My Wings”, and ABBA just makes my day. I also look forward to a furthering a friendship with my yoga instructor.

MORNING RAID

2012-01-24T12:52:00.000+09:00

I woke up to the sound of my doorbell. Either it was my landlord, a surprise visitor, or the person who comes to check the gas at really random times. I wasn’t about to get out of bed, so I just laid there hoping they would go away.

They didn’t.

The doorbell continued to ring. And ring. And ring.

There was pounding. Quiet pounding at first, followed by loud bangs on the door.

Who could it be? What do they want?

My apartment was a mess, I felt sick, and to top it all off I was naked. The last thing I wanted was a guest.

I stayed motionless, quiet.

After a few more desperate tries, the morning raid was over. I heard footsteps walk down the stairs, and the sound of the automatic door to my building opening. It was safe to go back to sleep. Or, so I thought.

Not long after I dozed off, the doorbell started to ring again. This time the attempts were more aggressive. Whoever it was kept a finger on the button. A constant, relentless ring filled my apartment. There was more pounding too. And I heard the doorknob shake. Somebody really wanted to get to me.

I pulled myself out of bed, quickly dressed and opened the door. It was my landlord with his big grin. He has the best little-Korean-man smile. We bowed a bunch. It was obvious I had been sleeping. He made an eating motion (which means he had food to give me), before going back to his apartment. We can only communicate through such acting.

He came back with a big bowl of rice cake soup and mandoo (dumplings), with a pile of kimchi on the side. It was served on a glittery tray. Just for me! This particular kind of soup is commonly enjoyed during holidays in Korea. Today is the last national day off for Lunar New Year.

Even though my landlord practically busted down my door to get me out of bed, I’m so thankful for his kindness. This is the perfect opportunity for me to write out a translated message of gratitude to him and his family, via the help of a wonderful Korean friend.

새해 복 많이 받으세요!

떡국 만들어 주신거 정말 감사드립니다. 저를 생각해주시는 마음씨도 감사드려요. 떡국 정말 맛있었습니다.

그리고 항상 돌봐 주시는 덕분에 아무런 문제 없이 즐겁게 지내고 있습니다.

그런데 너무 죄송해요, 오늘 아침에 떡국 주시려고 하셨을때 자고 있었거든요. 너무 오래 기다리셨던 것은 아닌지 걱정 됩니다.

다시 한번 새해 복 많이 받으시길 바랄게요.

-체이스

YEAR OF TRANSFORMATION

2012-01-23T18:20:00.001+09:00

This is the time of year we should pause to reflect on all that has happened, and to think about all that is to come. Give thanks for a year of life, and hope for another. I’ve never been one to make New Year’s resolutions, but I’m big on giving myself themes and missions in life.

A day in my life feels like a year sometimes. I’m sure you can relate. I can’t even begin to describe everything that happened and changed this past year. That’s part of the reason why I keep a blog to document the ins and outs, highs and lows of life’s experiences. Of course the most obvious addition to my timeline was moving to South Korea in August.

If you grew up in a Midwestern farming community like I did, you’d be familiar with the term, “In like a lion, out like a lamb.” It has to do with monthly weather patterns. To come ‘in like a lion’ means the month started with wild weather. To go ‘out like a lamb’ means the month ended calmly, pleasant and/or good.

My 2011 went out like a lion. Pretty sure it came in like one too. That’s not a bad thing at all. In fact, I’d rather have it this way. In times of turbulence, transition and change, I seem to grow the most.

Here, my life is transforming. So much so, I’ve themed 2012 as the year of transformation. This year I’ll physically, mentally, financially, and emotionally change in ways, shapes and/or forms I could’ve only dreamed of just one year ago.

I’ll learn the foundation of a foreign language. I’ll continue to build relationships, and cross-cultural bridges. The demands of Taekwondo and yoga will strengthen my mental and physical condition. I’ll hope for love, and emotionally prepare. I’ll plan to begin a master’s program. I’ll regain control of my finances.

How will 2012 change your life? What do you hope for in the Year of the Dragon? Surely it will start and end fiercely. Kind of goes with the territory of being a dragon. No matter what, it’s going to be a year of transformation for us all. Whether you want it to be or not. Welcome change. Invite it to blow your life apart in beautiful ways.

BARRED BY ILLITERACY

2012-01-21T01:21:00.000+09:00

It’s an interesting feeling to be immersed in another culture, yet feel totally removed. Not isolated or alone. Just separated by barriers beyond my control.

Language is a cage, while at the same time a key to unlock the door to freedom.

I’ve been here five months. I’ve made plenty of Korean friends. I understand basic Korean expressions. I know Korean formalities, procedures. I have a good grasp on everything Korea. Yet, I’m caged.

I can only see what’s happening around me. I can’t fully participate. I’m kept apart. Barred by illiteracy. It’s an overwhelming realization. Something so simple has enough power to hold me captive. Even more profound is knowing I’m the only one who can breakdown what blocks my integration. One word at a time.

I want to be part of the world around me. Not just in it. I want to understand. I want to relate. I want to go beyond this tiny cage I’m in. Where I’ll no longer just watch or be the watched. I want to fly.

BIBONG'S WINTER ENGLISH CAMP 2012

2012-01-15T21:57:00.000+09:00

Highlights from an interactive two-week English camp during winter break for 30 of my elementary students. Activities on the agenda included: guest speaker, a scavenger hunt, sock puppets, games, team-building initiatives, baking pizza and cookies, watching a movie, making a pinata, learning about Mexican culture in the United States, science experiments, and a party for our last day. It was a lot of work to prepare, but a good experience for all involved.

Check out my Facebook album for more photos!

HALF OF A COOKIE

2012-01-12T20:48:00.000+09:00

It was as if Julia saw right through my superficial facade. “Teacher, can I help you?” she asked as I rushed about the room.

I politely declined at first, but then thought about how big of a deal it was for her to ask. So, I found something she could do to assist.

Today my patience was tested more than it has been since arriving in Korea. It was the second to last day of English camp. I was tired. But, there are no excuses for how close I got to exploding.

It all started when I wasn't able to set up for class ahead of time. My co-teacher was late, and the room was locked. As both of us scrambled to get everything ready, we quickly realized neither of us knew how to use the oven we would need for the main activity.

When I requested pans to bake cookies, my co-teacher gave me saucepans. When I asked for her to turn on the microwave, she plugged in another oven. When I needed the butter to be soft, she melted it completely. After each instance I remained calm, but inside I was fuming. Was I going to have to do everything myself?

In the midst of all this, the kids were rowdy. Of course! This is what happens when teachers are setting up during class, as opposed to before. Obviously, it’s not the best classroom management technique. I don’t blame my students for getting out of control.

After everyone had calmed down, and cookies were in the oven, I had a moment to process. Instead of feeling frustrated, I should have realized today’s lesson was also a learning experience for my co-teacher. She hasn’t had much practice baking. She’s never used the school’s kitchen. Why did I assume so much?

After the cookies were finished baking, Julia shared half of one of hers with me. That’s all it took to snap me out of my stressed, impatient kind of mood. Getting so annoyed is not normally part of my character.

Children definitely have a way of sensing things. I think Julia could tell I needed that half of a cookie. She helped more than she will ever know. Such moments are simply profound.

NO STOPPING CREATIVITY

2012-01-12T15:07:00.000+09:00

Some of the props my students made for their puppet shows. January, 2012

Sock puppets made by my students. January, 2012.

I tried repeatedly to keep my students on task and failed. There’s no stopping creativity.

They wanted more time to make props for puppet shows, not to mention write extra, new scripts. Are they for real? Do I have the best students in Korea? Pretty sure I do.

I didn’t even think they would want to do a puppet show. Now, they were requesting extra class time to prepare. How could I not give it to them? All I could do was ditch the lesson plan, and allow them more time to create.

My students, and their collective imagination, continually amaze me. The puppet shows went better than expected. What was meant to be a simple activity to practice speaking English turned out to be an elaborate learning experience for all involved.

One of the many puppet shows my students performed. January, 2012.

EXTRA EFFORT

2012-01-07T00:39:00.000+09:00

Teacher's life on a Friday night... January, 2012.

One of my contractual responsibilities as a Foreign English Teacher through EPIK is to facilitate two English camps per year. These two to three-week sessions occur during major school breaks. I’m in the middle of my first one right now.

English camp gives a select group of students the chance to further learn English through special activities and full immersion. That is, none of what we have planned to do is from a textbook, and everything is taught in English (with little to no translation).

I’ve quickly learned that teaching is about putting in the extra effort. Waking up early, staying up late, preparing ahead of time, not overlooking details, remembering small stuff because students will notice everything.

This first week of English camp has been so intense. My students are really enjoying the activities, which is what matters, but each has taken a lot of effort to implement. I’ve exhausted my budget, time and resources. And it’s been physically as well as emotionally draining.

All I can do is choose joy, choose laughter, and choose to be positive no matter how long a day is, how many hours of sleep I lack, or how much more I still have to do. I know I’ll get through. One activity at a time.

Cutting countless squares of tissue paper, boiling batches of Papier-mâché paste, creating a piñata, building a puppet theater, and organizing for the week ahead is more fun than going out on a Friday night, right? This is a snapshot of my life at the moment. I love it.