After a too-excited-to-sleep-much night we woke up at 5:15 am and our good friend drove us the twenty minutes to the Detroit Metropolitan airport where we waited a couple of hours until an aeroplane whisked us over to Chicago where we waited out our five last hours in America.
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| Enjoying my last craft beer in America at O'Hare. |
After a fourteen hour flight where neither of us got any sleep we were in South Korea. Right after grabbing our checked bags, we exchanged some money, figured out how to purchase bus tickets to our city fairly easily, used a difficult-to-figure-out payphone to call a Korean man from our school who didn't seem to speak any English to tell him when to pick us up, found the bus stop and waited about five minutes to board. The bus was really nice with big reclining chairs. We were able to sleep some on the four-hour drive to Gwangju. We arrived earlier than anticipated and sat in some chairs in the big, busy bus terminal, hoping the Korean man actually understood when I said we would arrive. In such a state of sleeplessness I kind of zoned out until suddenly there was a Korean man in a suit and a young American guy talking to us and grabbing some of our luggage. We followed them to an elevator to a parking garage to a van and into the Gwangju night. I looked out the window at the lights of the city as the American, the head teacher at our school, asked us lots of questions. I don't really remember anything we talked about, but he was very nice.
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| Our gifts from Cassie and Brian represent two popular items in Korea: a thin chocolate covered biscuit and socks with fun designs. |
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| The view from the nearby small mountain. |
The first few actual weekdays were jam-packed with mornings of taking care of business as Alex, the Korean man who picked us up at the bus station, drove us to a clinic to get our health checked and the immigration office to get our alien registration cards processed. At both of these places we sat around a lot until Alex motioned us to follow him to sign documents or get our chests x-rayed.
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| The school we teach at, ECC. |
Perhaps the most surprising part of this first week was realizing how much paperwork is required for our jobs. We have to write evaluations every month for every student we have (well over fifty), make lesson plans, grade book reports, and write tests. It really isn't TOO crazy, especially considering the Korean teachers have more work, but it was more than I thought would be required. The Korean teachers even have to call every student's parents every month to discuss how the student is doing.
The school did let us leave earlier some of those first days so we could go to sleep early and slowly shed the jet lag which was nice. On Thursday we had a welcome/farewell lunch with all the teachers and the owners of the school. Besides the three couples already mentioned, there is also an American girl named Rachel who is also a teacher at our school. We all had to make speeches after the lunch and I bungled mine by forgetting to thank the owners for giving me the opportunity to work at the school like everyone else did. Several teachers cried as they made their farewells to the well-loved Ben and Adele. I hope we can make some tight bonds as they did while we're here in Gwangju.
We ate out at a lot of great Korean restaurants that first week and a half because Ben and Adele were leaving after one and a half years of living and teaching in Gwangju. They, of course, wanted to spend as much time as possible with their friends eating Korean food.
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| Enjoying the third baseball game I've ever gone to in my life with a local beer. |
Before we knew it, it was Wednesday. Ben and Adele were gone, we moved our stuff over to our new apartment and we were at school nervously prepping for each class. I went into my classes pretty confident that I could emulate Ben and be as effective a teacher as he was. The first few days I thought I did really good at controlling the classrooms, but now I think the students were in kind of a shocked state that Ben was gone and the fear and respect they had for him transferred to me for a little bit, before they realized they could test me and start getting away with bad behavior. I am slowly learning how to control my classes. Some are better than others and they all have some bad days and some good days, but I think I am slowly learning how to manage them. I don't think there is necessarily a blanket-technique to manage all classrooms. As I get to know the students and the dynamics in each individual class, I am figuring out how to manage each specific class. Each class behaves differently and accordingly needs to be managed in a different way. I think it will take many months until I figure out how to be a very effective teacher for every class.
Our apartment is really big and as we unpacked our suitcases, we found it difficult to fill drawers, shelves, and cabinets. Ben and Adele graciously left us a lot of useful stuff, some for free and some bigger pieces of furniture at reduced rates. We didn't need to buy anything.
During our first month of teaching we have had to come to school at noon, almost three hours before our classes begin. We eat a free lunch there which is nice, but I am already getting tired of some of the Korean food there. Christine, I think, likes the food a lot more than me. I do really like a lot of it, especially the more famous dishes you can find at restaurants in America, but some of it is just a bit too unfamiliar to have a lot of the time. The first few days I spent a lot of time prepping each individual class, but now I can prep for one class in 2-10 minutes. So, we do a lot of nothing when we go in early. Christine has taken the time to prepare for the next month, but I have not. We are looking forward to May when we can come in only an hour before classes begin like the other American teachers.
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| Christine is about to climb this cool-looking tower. |






Sounds like you're going to have a great year!
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