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Coming to Shanghai had little to do with city and everything to do with who was here. With my returning to the states, I wanted to spend time with Aaron one last time before we hit the long haul – seven months. I came here November 7^th and have stayed for a six-week period. I am officially on my way home tomorrow.

These last few months have been the most bittersweet of my life. First, I completed my contract in Korea and had to leave my precious nuggets, but at least I had adventures in Southeast Asia to look forward to. Then when the beaches ended and I left one of my best friends, I had my boyfriend waiting on the other end. Now, I am leaving the love of my life (we’re obviously staying together for this next stage), but finally returning to my loving family and amazing friends. It seems I have started a trend of missing, that no matter where I am, now that I’ve been places, I will always miss someone or something.

Shanghai has been nice, much better than Beijing, that’s for sure. Although I appreciated Beijing for it’s sites, I hated the people – cruel, rude and deceitful. Shanghai is very modern and Western. Being the international business hub, there are soo many foreigners that they have to cater to. Thank goodness for that, because we have been eating and shopping well. That would define my time here best. Well, that, and playing housewife, which I rather enjoyed.

It has been quite routine and busy time for Aaron. He works 12 hours a day now, with basketball, so I do my best to stay busy and join him at school with any excuse – parties, etc. I’ve enjoyed watching him teach, coach and just be in his world – a good change of pace from Korea.

One weekend we were able to make it out. We flew to the beautiful region of Guilin. The first day was spent at the airport and around the “small” city. No matter how small a city pretends to be, it is still bustling with people. It is very apparent why the population is a problem here. They simply can’t keep up with the pollution and housing.

The countryside was the most phenomenal part of China that I have seen. The beautiful, little people and all their gorgeous hand-made clothing in their pine buildings set high in the mountains. That Sunday, we took a boat through the mountains, enjoyed the company we were with, took tons of pictures and had a fine lunch. In the afternoon, we wandered Yangshuo’s small Chinese alleys then were taken to a true village. Our guide gave us some neat tidbits into their lives. We took bamboo rafts down the river, got to pet water buffalo and witness their unique fishing methods.

The day following, we went far into the mountains where we watched a Long Hair show, supported their economy and hiked the rice patty fields. It was unfortunately an overcast and foggy day. We couldn’t see as much as the pictures exhibited, but could imagine the vastness of the fields upon fields. It was breathtaking.

I’m tired of writing… that should all suffice for my month’s adventures. I hope you enjoyed the year of stories. I know I enjoyed living them.

Southeast Asia

Our friends hosted a going away party for Ashley, Andrew, Rob and I on that last Saturday. After a few hours of sleep Ash and I boarded the bus to the airport. By 3am we were in the blazing humidity of Ho Chi Minh City, even at night. With nowhere to stay he took us to his friends upscale motel. The following day we hiked the entire district one for a hostel, had a little boy carry both our backpacks and snuggled up to catch up on sleep. The next two days were blackened by a desperate search for banks who would exchange our Korean won for Vietnamese Dong. They didn’t even know what the won was. After asking our hostel staff, they advised that we exchange it black market style. I hopped on the back of one of many motorbikes, came to a jewelry store, and walked to the back. Among the high-pitched voices, smoke, and hustling ladies was a man with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, counting and calculating with pen and paper. In the end we got our money and enjoyed the next three days. We went to the Mekong Delta, explored the streets of “Saigon”, shopped a bit and enjoyed local pagodas and restaurants.

Our next adventure was to Bangkok, Thailand. It was just a night and day stop over, which we spent mostly in a hospital. Ashley’s face went numb on our flight, but it turned out just fine. That afternoon, we hiked a couple giant pagodas and took a boat ride around the fishing areas. We had an overnight train out that night to Vientianne, Laos. Although it was a little more complicated than that, we made it mid-afternoon to the capitol city. We chatted with our fellow English speaking train riders, found ourselves a hotel for the night and enjoyed some soccer over amazing Vietnamese food (probably my favorite of all the countries). The next morning, Ash and I took a tiny packed van to the mountainous region of Vang Vieng, Laos. It was the most gorgeous of landscapes – towering mountains over a flowing river with modest homes, kind people and children everywhere. We spent two wild days there on the river and at our “resort”. The ride back was even more treacherous than our arrival.We had exhausted four major cities in less than two weeks. We were able to spend one more full day in Bangkok. We chose to take a Tuk Tuk to all the major sights.

Once again we were on the overnight, this time to Chiang Mai in northern Thailand. We met up with a couple of friends from Vientianne, had breakfast and then headed out for the day. The owner of the French restaurant (their influences are all over Southeast Asia) arranged a driver for us. He took us to Tiger Kingdom, where we laid with the giant, but gentle beasts. Then we saw the monkey show at Monkey School, where we had them in our laps, ripping our hair in nibbling food from our fingers. The most thrilling of the tours was at the snake charming show. We got to hold king cobras and pythons, even had them thrown at us. Quite thrilling! The day ended at the top of the tallest temple in Thailand. We were all templed out by this time. After a quiet dinner with a local man, we retired to bed early.

The next morning started early with a two-day trek into the mountains. Two other actual couple joined us. We rode in an open back truck up the mountains, then hiked through the villages, and into the jungle. There we waited for our next ride – the elephants. There were three of them with one baby who was terrible shy, but even more adorable. The guides even encouraged us to RIDE the elephant, as in I sat behind it’s ears on its head :D That evening we met the elephants at a waterfall where we bathed them and rode them through the water – mine tossed me off, gently and slowly of course. We were fed awesome vegetable dishes on rice, all cooked in bamboo… my favorite! In the morning, we hiked some more, five hours more. Then it was back to the “city” again.

We were blessed enough to be traveling during the Full Moon season, so everyone in Thailand celebrates with extravagant parades, lighting ceremonies, markets and parties. We participated in the first three, then got Mexican food. With a successful evening at the amazing night market, we were happy to leave the following day, feeling as though we exhausted yet another city. Our next destination was achieved via airplane.

Phuket, in the south of Thailand is every bit as beautiful as has been described. I have never seen whiter, cleaner beaches with bluer warmer water, all with a mountainous background. After weeks of backpacking and “roughing it“, we were pleased to soak in all the amenities of our resort – down to the room service and bath towels. We had breakfast there ever morning, dinner every night and only wandered when our bodies had burned from the low and hot sun.

Our beach just so happened to have the World Women’s Volleyball tournament happening on it, so as we read we got to hear the pump up music blaring from the stadium. We even watched a match. Other than that, we spent our time reading, relaxing, swimming, talking and reflecting on what an amazing three weeks it had been. The last day in Phuket, we chose to get some mani/pedi’s and massages. Now I can’t say that I have never had them done, although the many was the worst ever… it was fun to be pampered.

Finally a Finale

I haven’t written a blog entry in months, I am aware. This entry is a shot in the dark, assuming someone may still read it. My dad asked for this a month ago, well here you go!

The end of my term in Guri was a bit topsy turvy. My directors made it difficult to get a plane ticket and they asked that I move 18 days before my flight out. Regardless of all the excitement, everything turned out just fine. I bit my lip and suffered the financial loss on the ticket. The move was successful and impressive, I was just glad that the smaller apartment was only mine for a few weeks.

Aaron was able to visit my second to last week, October 1^st. The final week at school was a painful but joyous one. It was so hard to say goodbye to the kids, but they had heartfelt parties and gifts. My kindy class even sang an “I love you, Goodbye Kelsey Teacher” song. My co-teacher reports that they still ask about me. I can’t bare to look at pictures. I miss my nuggets so much.

Haircut

Over the last couple months I've been losing more and more of my hair. Who knows what the cause of this may be?! Health, most definitely. Diet, without a doubt. Unknown products, who can blame me for not being able to read Korean?!

Anyway, I had to chop it. After three years of growing out my hair for the purpose of proving that I could, I guess we can say, "Mission Accomplished". No hard feelings. Just hope it grows back in volume now :D There's a photo of the new do, if you will.

47 days...

potential traveling begins! According to Ashley and the government notice she received, she has to be out of here at on the anniversary of her arrival - September 22nd. If the rules are the same for Americans, I will have to be out of Korea by October 9th... a lot sooner than directors were hoping to let me go. They were hoping to keep me through the month of October, but I requested I be let go a little bit earlier for an extended travel time :D

If I am actually required to exit Korea by early October, that would put me in China around early November, and depending on if he will have me, I'll be in Shanghai till mid-December. Right now I am searching for classes to take, preferably CELTA over TOFEL to improve my chances of getting more global jobs. We'll see. Otherwise, I will be exploring the city, relaxing, looking for jobs online and enjoying Aaron's company when he's not at work.

As for Ash and I, we are doing a Southeast Asia tour for about three weeks, depending on our finances. We are hoping to make it to Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam and Loas, but are considering the safety, or lack their of. Plans may have to move further south to Malaysia... either way, it's going to be an awesome chance of a lifetime! YAY!!!

So that's the future, here's the past...

Since Aaron's been gone, I've been filling my weekends with fun friend activities. We have had rooftop parties, filled with girlie wine drunks into the night, poolside visits gone wrong, trips to the Incheon beach, and touristy travels through Seoul.

Two weekends in a row, we took over Rob's roasty rooftop for a bar-be-que and our vain purposes. Both days were uncomfortably hot and required our feet to be bathed in ice water. On the second weekend, we attempted to swim at the exclusive and expensive Hamilton Hotel, only to be turned away by a Korean snob that didn't work that didn't work there (long story). Again, we turned to the roof for comfort, that and soft rock from Andrea's iPod.

We continued to soak up the sun on the days following. Ashley and her boyfrie

nd, TaeHyeun invited Mars and I to Incheon Beach (not quite sure the name of it). That was quite the site to behold. Never have a seen a tide so low grow so fast or so many humans so clothed in the heat. There is no beach that is more clothed in the WORLD than a Korean beach - we are talkin full on hoodie jackets, with hats and jean shorts. It appears they will melt if touched by the sun. I have yet to see it happen.

With no plans for the weekend and boyfriends out of town, Ash and I decided to go all touristy for the first time since I (not she) have been here. That's right, I don't think I have done more than two touristy things since being here. The day started around noon. We hit up the National Museum of Korea, Namsan Tower, Gyeongbok Palace and the 63 building. There was lots of beautiful art, temples, historical attractions and views. Atop the 63 building we were able to see the entire city of Seoul, which no matter how many times I see it, still amazes me - the amount of high rise apartments and building complexes, the cramped streets and flashing lights with a stunning mountainous backdrop. Amazing. After that, we got some ice cream and waited for a bus to take us to the jimjilbong... all the while staring at the ridiculous building giggling about inappropriate things, as we girls do :)

I guess I should explain what a jimjilbong is... picture ancient Roman baths, where men lazied around in their towels, soaking in different temperature tubs and saunas. Take that, make it coed in parts (obviously clothed), add an oxygen and igloo room, with an outdoor tub and you've pretty much got it. We got there at 8, paid 8,000 won to get in (essentially $7), tried out the four different baths, the two saunas and moved onto the coed part where we ate, sauna'ed, oxygenated and relaxed. Although we had to option to stay the night on their mats, Ash and I preferred the comfort of our beds, so left before midnight.

It's now almost noon on a Sunday and I've already uploaded my pics, updated this blog, and raided CostCo of all its cheese. Now it's time to enjoy the fruits of my labor, and by fruits, I mean mozzarella and movies :)

Sidenote: If you want to stay up to date on my daily activities, check me out on twitter, or watch the same updates on the left side of this blog. Also, there are some links to photos you may have not see yet. Enjoy!

My Seoul album

My Kids album

Camera Happy album

Jeju Island

As you may or may not know, I am awarded two weeks off in my one year stint here - one over Christmas and one at the end of July. It worked out perfectly that Aaron was going to be here during that time. Initially we hoped to go to Thailand, but tickets proved to be a little out of our range. Instead, we opted for Jeju Island, South of SoKor. Some people have compared it to Hawaii. It even had an island off of the main island - we agreed that the only thing worse than living on an island is being an island of an island, especially one named after a cow ;)

Day one started easily with a mid-afternoon flight out at a nearby airport (two hours on the bus and tube is nearby). We ended up getting to our hotel around 5, leaving us with little daylight to work with. We set our things down, determined to get a quick start on this trip. Our first stop was the most popular Cheonjiyeon Falls (sp?), which were a mere five minute walk away from us. They were beautiful, but seemed a bit weak due to the low water levels. With adventure in our blood, we wondered down a random pier, up a random road, into a random valley, and around a random walking path in hopes of seeing the falls from above. It was hardly a success. Nice try though Aaron :) We called it a night soon after.

The following day started early. We were determined to complete one of the 13 walking routes that lined the coast. At first, we followed the path religiously until we realized it merely weaved in and out of every street we had already been down the night prior. Being the smarties that we are, we skipped a bunch of the sites and headed straight for the shore. Along the way we got to see the market, a great view of the rooftops, and two more waterfalls, both which we could have practically swam in. The water was so clear and tempting, but a little too cold and a lottle to rocky! That was our greatest obstacle - no matter how tempting the water in the blistering heat, the lava rocks were ginormous and pretty intimidating with massive waves crashing on them. The bummer of the day came about six hours in... well, more like two hours, but it peaked at six. For once in my life I earned some major blisters on my "ring toes" [Mom says, "You should have taken the rings off of them." Laughter ensues.]. They were quite debilitating. We were within a five minute drive of our final destination, but I couldn't do it. Thank goodness Aaron gave in to the cab idea. The black sand beach was well worth the walkcab. It was practically deserted, our own private beach. While I took a nap and admired a random fresh spring in the middle of the beach, Aaron built a turtle, a handsome one at that :)

That evening, with my new disability, we decided to rent a scooter. It was the best decision we made! A) Aaron is a brilliant driver and a fan of the two wheel and B) We got to see so much more than we would have otherwise been able too. After signing our lives away, we scooted off - destination Cinnabon! About 15 minutes in, right before a stop light, the little trucker died. Long story short: waited for it to cool at a bus stop, pulled it into a gas station, owners were incredibly helpful and hospitable, English speaking son saved our butts and after a half hour of waiting and debating, drinking their water and eating their oranges, we were back on the trail with a new scooter (that was still a long story). The evening ended with us finding the sign for the Cinnabon, but it was just a hoax, we saw the amazing coast at night, a little village, then headed home for some comfort food.

In those two days we had knocked out most of what we had planned for the first three, so were gifted a free day. We chose to spend it at random museums, hiking Sunset Peak (not at sunset), stumbling upon a temple and lookout tower, watching the waves crash on the coast and just goofing around on the scooter. That evening, the movie Predator came on, which is strangely a highlight for me. It's a funny joke here in Guri, and I haven't seen it since I was probably six. Anywho, not important.

On Tuesday we rode out to Udo Island - two hours on the scooter and a twenty minute ferry. This is the island of the island, named after a cow that I had mentioned previously. Besides the weather (light showers all day), it was surprisingly pleasant. We rented yet, another scooter - only for two hours this time. That was all we needed to cruise around the entire thing. This was to be my first and last time driving a motorized two-wheel vehicle (that's not a promise). The stint lasted five minutes, and we were both terrified. There was only a one lane road that guided you along the coast. We saw a gorgeous lighthouse atop a towering hillside, the coast was a beautiful combination of white sand and lava rocks, and the water was as clear as day! The actual island was sweet and quaint, the spitting rain, not so much. After the "exciting" ride home, we returned the scooter, got dressed up, and went to the resort area for one nice meal. I was able to get my favorites: cheese infested french onion soup, a perfect caesar salad, and a Korean take on pecan pie.

Good thing we ate well the night prior because the calories we burned on Wednesday were record high. Mount Halla is the active volcano visible from every angle of Jeju. At the time, there were only two routes open: one was described as flat and easy, but not memorable, the other, torturous, steep, but remarkably beautiful - those probably weren't the Korean Information guys' words. We obviously had to take the impossible, impressive one. To give you an idea of its difficulty level, it was an hour hike to even get to the starting point. The scenery along the 8.7km (5.5mi) hike was indescribable and ever-changing. We started off in what looked like the depths of Quarry Hill, then moved into a misty eery version of that, but my favorite scene was the fairy like one in the picture below.

We couldn't help but dream of centaurs and unicorns :) It was that surreal! By the way, the misty appearance was caused by the clouds we were walking through. I think we probably went through about four different levels of them - amazing! After five hours of miserable hiking, in the best weather imaginable, we made it to the top. No Korean in their hiking gear, thought this white girl was going to make it - even my boyfriend doubted me. To give you an idea of how ridiculous it was, I'll post the video of my sarcastic attitude amidst my misery (does that make sense? You'll see). The top was well worth it... even every layer was worth it. There was a giant lake in the middle where you would expect to see boiling lava. Below is a photo of me looking out into the clouds before our rapid descent.

The walk down was mediocre at best, and ravaging on our ankles. Here's some math for you:

Our 8.7k climb up took five hours. The 9.6k walk down took two and a half hours...

Yeah, we were ready to be done and off that mountain!

Our return to the hotel was not a welcoming one - we didn't have the hotel for that night and had missed our flight that morning. After checking our records, I made some foolish calculations that I thought may cost us big time. Everything ended up just fine, no thanks to my anxiety. We were able to pay for one more night at the hotel and the next morning, upon arriving at the airport without flights home, they let us go on the next flight out without charge :D

Overall the trip could not have turned out any better.

Now back to school...

Here is the link for my pictures from the trip:

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2052280&id=59200874&l=5ab122553b

Enjoy!

Apologies for typos and grammatical errors - you know I hate revising :)

Partying Hardy

It's a gloomy Tuesday morning, as most mornings have been lately. Aaron is sitting to my right playing some car game on his DS. Every once in awhile he screams something like, "I just gave someone a tattoo. Awesome!" and too my left is a rain infested window. What better time to update my followers, who probably gave up on me a long time ago?! If not, thanks... I would have ;)

So over the last two and a half months, I have been partying hardy... getting out almost every weekend and a couple times a week. Considering it has been so long, I will do my best to just list in no particular order.

About a month ago I took a trip to Ocean World, the supposed biggest waterpark in Korea. We headed out after work one Friday night. Were able to drive there (second time since being here... yes, it is a treat!). Two and a half hours later we arrived at our tree themed hotel and began to entertain our hosts. Our buddy Pete got the hooks up from his Korean co-workers, so to repay them for their hospitality and discounted tickets, we had to play games and chat with them till the wee hours. The following morning, the five of us hiked to the park. It was the hottest of days, thank goodness we were spending it in the water. My tum was upset for the first two hours, but after that I was able to enjoy the ridiculous wave pool and sled rides. It was a bit too busy for my tastes - two hour lines for 45 second rides - but was just as happy resting in the sun... and that we did! We left late that night, and I crashed soon after... you know how exhausting water and sun can be.

Now all I can remember are the days in the sun I've been having. The last two adventures have involved Aaron, so we'll start there...

He arrived July 2nd, which could not have come soon enough. The month prior was torture waiting for him to come. Thankfully he was able to find cheap weekend tickets at the end of May, but it was almost just a tease. Basically, I want him around all the time, and am incredibly grateful to have him by my side even now, as we both indulge ourselves in technology.

The first weekend he was here, we had a work a party on that Friday. We had a good time with my co-workers inhaling copious amounts of meat and soju, then went out on the town with some fellow foreigners. The next day, Independence Day, I had some serious stomach problems. Weird you say?! Right. Eventually I got my stuff together and was able to participate in a "hot date night" in Myeongdong. The mission, unsuccessful, was to find Keens for the fella. Sunday morning came bright an early with a mission to get wet and wild. We headed off to Everland's Caribbean Bay, another waterpark, superior to Ocean World, as I saw it. The wave pool was subpar, but we were there early enough to hit some sweet rides, and stay late enough that we were able to relax in the wave pool. The best part about it all was being there with my best friend. Waiting for an hour in line was a pleasure... it was like we were doing what we always do - chat, joke and people watch - but with a reward at the end. That day we consumed about four sausages, floated down the lazy river twice, attempted to get massages (would have been my first), and hit up 50% of the slides. My favorites were the couple ones... yep, pretty cornball!

After weekends like that, Monday hits in a brutal and miserable way. It's as if I need another weekend to recover from my weekend. School has been alright lately. I had a rough last month, but that all ended over a week ago, the climax being my open class. We have been preparing our kindies, mine a mere five years old, for the open class. Essentially, the parents came in for an hour and watched me teach their children and show what they have learned. As scared as I was, the results came back very positive. That's all that really matters now. I won't go into the griping details. Also, it seemed the treatment was getting unfair again. The directors were watching my kindy classes on the monitors and seemed to be observing every one of my elementary classes. That's the second time I have felt insecure about my teaching. Again, all that is done now, so nothing to worry about. In other news, the directors have been listening to us...

We have recommended that more creative writing be encouraged, as with most Asian students, structure and systems are a comfort making it difficult to use their imaginations. As a result of these discussions, I get to teach a special newspaper class, involving essays and discussions or debates!

Back to the wet and wild fun. This last weekend, July 11tth and 12th, thousands of foreigners and Koreans took buses over to Boryeong, for their annual MudFestival http://www.asknow.ca/mudfest/. Check it out if you want more details. I think the pictures and video sum up our weekend pretty well. However, the website does not include the weather issues of this years fest. It put a major damper on everything. It was miserable getting muddy, because that meant a wet body on the windy coast... not pleasant. Don't you worry, that didn't stop us! Aaron and I were able to stay together, gaining and losing friends along the way, but always participating in some kind of mud battle. Good times were had, but after being freezing and wind blown, we ended up crashing around 11, waking to a crazy storm, one you would only find on the coast. Ash, Aaron and I trudged through this rain for about an hour looking for a buffet. By 8am we were successful, warm and full :) We crashed for a few more hours after that, were kicked our of our minbak by noon, so sought shelter in a friend chicken joint. The buses left at three, and thank goodness. We were happy to get home. A good weekend overall, but could have been the best had the weather not been so miserable. Oh well.

As far as partying hardy, that is about all I can gather over the last month. I'm sure I will think of more later. We had plans of going away to an island this weekend, but that has fallen through. We are having to work Saturday afternoon, but not tomorrow...

The Korean government is trying to put a limit on how much Academies like mine can charge for lessons. They are also wanting to limit the hours one can be open. How dare they try to regulate private education. I will stop my argument there. Tomorrow, Wednesday July 15th, educators are demonstrating at the government center, so we don't have classes. Of course we have to make this up on a weekend though. At least it's for a good cause, eh? Pray that the government hears their people.

I'm hoping that maybe on Sunday we can hit up Lotte World, an amusement park. I'm addicted, and I know Aaron loves that stuff. As much as I hate wishing away time, my second break of the year will be much needed and appreciated. On July 25th we are headed to Jeju Island for five days of hiking and sightseeing. WooWee I am excited. Pray also that the rainy season decides to let up for once. That would be nice.

I think that's about as much as I can type for this lazy morning. Must get ready for work. Know that even though I am not writing you, I am thinking of you. I miss my friends and family terribly, and look forward to the days of dinners and outings. I love you all!

PS I am too tired to reread or edit, so my poor writing is what you get! Soorry.

Overdue... again!

This must be the fourth blog titled that. I guess time flies when you are having fun (original, I know). I thought I wasn't updating the blog because nothing new was happening, but in reviewing AshDrew's blog, I realized we have done a lot. 

Now where to start...

Life has just been pleasant. As I mentioned back in February, Korea has become home, so the adventures have become few and far between. Nonetheless, we manage to spice up our weekends, and the occasional weeknight - MountainDew Mondays, CostCo Tuesdays, MoonBlues Wednesdays and Tuna Thursdays. Thankfully, these events occur only bimonthly! 

Last you heard (February 9th) I was planning on spending my otherwise lonely Valentine's day weekend on Jeju island. There were about five of us planning on going, one being a native to the beautiful Hawaii-like island. The plans were to go for two days to watch a fire festival. Unfortunately, the Friday before a terrible storm hit canceling all the festival's events, as well as our flights. All was not lost. That Saturday night, Ash joined me for some wine and [too much] chocolate. Later in the eve, Joel and Winnie showed up with even more treats. Our evening was filled with youtube and good food. A memorable Hallmark holiday indeed!

Over the following two weeks, I did my best to absorb what I could of my four second favorite co-workers - BellaSan, WinnieShiShi, JerTeeta, and J. Just as I figured, they are greatly missed. Since then, much has changed at work. We have two new teachers and one new head teacher. The girls hired have proven to be more than worthy of SLP and Guri. Marissa is a kickash Canadian who is chill and fun to hang with. Andrea, from the UK, is really sweet and funny in her own way. Both bring a new spice to the crew, which is greatly appreciated and has eased the pain of BWJJ leaving us. 

In March, we started a new term too. It was the wildest transition for everyone, new teachers, new leaders, and new students. I mentioned in my last blog that Mr. Nam and Director Song were considering giving me a new class of Kindies... well, they did!!! Those exclamations are only made possible after the last two months of hard-work. Things are finally starting to look up. 

My first year kindy class started with two girls and three boys - Jenna (I clearly got to name her, and she 

has proven worthy of such a title!), Elizabeth, Ted, Kevin and Brian (also children I named :). Since then, they have added three more students, Helen, Mark and Jason. I am glad they eased the last three in, as they were quite a handful at first. Imagine getting four and five year olds to sit down when they don't even understand "Hello" or "My name is", then babysit them, all while teaching them the alphabet and beyond. I took the task on with great joy, as they are my ideal age and that is what I came here to do; nonetheless, it proved to be quite difficult. After almost two hours of that, I took on five more hours of back to back elementary classes. It has been one of the most trying, rewarding times of my life. My kids are already responding to tasks, most know the alphabet, and they can all carry on a casual conversation - "Hello. How are you? My name is... This is my...", etc. It's so brilliant to see!

Back to the adventures...

The month of March was filled with birthdays. I think we went back to back three weekends with a celebration every night. The most memorable/fun was Ashley's birthday, of course! We started the festivities at my apartment. It was the whole shebang - from getting ready girly style, to pizza, cake and drinks. Afterwards, we hit up the bar district, Hongdae. There, my camera broke, and my cellphone was stolen. With results like that, I'd say it was quite a successful eve. 

When we weren't celebrating birthdays, we were off on adventures. Ash and I made one final dash for the countryside, as Korean lessons started the following week - destination Happy Suwon. Arriving in the "small" town early in the afternoon, we made our way to a love motel, set our stuff down and walked the town till we found the infamous fortress, Hwaseong. Suwon is one of the only remaining walled cities in Korea. With brilliant weather causing a suntan/burn (who am I kidding?!), and our walking shoes on, we "hiked" the wall for a couple miles. Apparently, it does not go all the way around the city, but it does drop you off at a sweet little shopping market. Ash and I walked away with two amazing purses each and beautiful shoes that we have both been looking for, all for under a hundred bucks. I would say it was more successful than any damage we have done here in Seoul. Anywho, onto the rest of the night... it began sprinkling on us, so we sought shelter in a KFC - nothing is better for a wet head in a foreign country than fried chicken from a homestyle restaurant :) Afterwards, we attempted to sit down at about three restaurant/bars that all turned us away. It was meant to be when stumbled into a seemingly shady SportsBar - Team's Bar. The bartenders were some of the most entertaining and sweet servers ever! They did a couple magic tricks, a full on fire show and served us a little extra, fruit plate included. Overall, the weekend was a complete success in every way :)

My second adventure came mid-April. With Aaron visiting the week prior, I had no desire to sit in town sulking. Plus, I hadn't seen my girl Becca from Busan who I went to China with (yes, you know) since, well, China. That Saturday started too early, but clearly not early enough, as I didn't make to the Southern city until late afternoon. I dropped my things off at Becca and Wayne's apartment, then headed to the beach immediately, so as to soak up what little sun was left that day. Bonus of the weekend: our buddy Rocky, Pete's old roomie who is teaching just forty minutes outside of Busan, was visiting the coast that same day. We met up, threw the pigskin and played catchup. As the sun set, Becca, Wayne and I got some amazing Mexican, then met up with everyone from the beach. The evening was fun, but disappointing, as my wallet was stolen... such is my luck, right?! No camera, phone or wallet... it had to happen at some point. I'm just glad I got that taken care of for 2009 ;) Anywho, the next day I was woken to Wayne's Dance (Dan's) mix. That set the tone for the rest of our beach day. This time we made it just in time to soak up the rays, perhaps too early, as I am still peeling from the sunburn two weeks later. The rest of the day played out exactly how most adventures do... after leaving too late, fearing I might not make it back home, I borrowed money from Becca. I passed out on the express train and was woken by what seemed to be the conductor. If only I hadn't fallen asleep, I would have made it to the subway before it closed. Instead I hopped in cab with three other people and gave him what little money I had left. 

Upon arriving home, more bombs were dropped, and they just kept coming after that. I had one of the worst relationship weeks of my life, as well as work weeks. Thankfully, things are looking up for Aaron and I, and my bosses are off my back again. 

Speaking of Aaron and I, we are still going strong :D He has made it to Korea a total of three times now, 

twice in this last month. There was one random three day weekend he had, the first weekend of April, that he was able to find cheap tickets over here for. Then, he visited for this whole last week. Today, as well as tomorrow, I have off, but am unable to share them with him. I told him it is one of those evil universe tricks, like I will give you your love during the busiest work week ever, followed by a four day weekend, only a day and a half of which you can actually spend with him. So here I sit, occupying my time, pretending that it doesn't suck not having him here again. I guess I am just grateful that he was willing and able to come at all. He is one of my best friends and there is almost no one else I would like to spend my time with. Thankfully, I will get to spend even more time with him this summer. He has to stay out of China for over thirty days to get a refund on his taxes... where better to go than back to my loving arms ;) During that time I too have a week long break, which we hope to spend in Thailand. AHHH, YAY! We have so much to look forward to. I think that's what gets us through the long distance part. Two months and counting...

Hope this update has adequately tied you over. Apologies for taking so long to do so. I love you all and think of you more than you know!

January Times

Coming back to Korea brought an interesting realization... Korea is home. You never feel more at home than when you go away. There were such stark differences between the two Asian countries. China takes great pride in their history, while Korea is constantly turning their back to theirs. China has little desire to Westernize, while that seems to be one of Korea's greatest goals. Korean architecture is based on functionality, i.e. concrete buildings built into the sky. China's is a direct reflection of their "pride" again - beautiful colors and elaborate designs that say, "We were once a world power! Don't forget that!" Even the people were different, beyond their appearances (which I am starting to be able to differentiate between Chatch), Korean's seem to be a softer, more trustworthy people. I have never felt unsafe or even on edge here. There, people attempted to scam us at least three times a day, you have to watch your purse and the streets are not safe at night, like they are here. China was a great place to visit, but for now, I am happy to be teaching in Korea :)

Returning to school has been a fine adjustment. In fact, I missed my kids to death! I went to all my classes five minutes early, just to hangout with them. I am really loving my school, my kids and my co-workers. I don't think I could have found a better match. Unfortunately, change is on the horizon. The new semester starts in March and four of my favorite teachers are leaving, two of them being males, only to be replaced by more females. It isn't that the full female staff scares me, as much as the change itself does. If I am perfectly happy now, it means things can only go downhill, right?! I am being a pessimist. Don't worry, these thoughts are minor. 

Speaking of work, I was staying late the other night, resulting in forced awkwardness all the way down the elevator with my two bosses. They started the conversation with compliments on my child-dealing skills, followed with a "Would you like to take one of the new kindy classes starting in March?" These would be five year olds with no English background. Excited, I agreed. At which point my director dropped the bomb. They would need me to stay another two plus months, which would turn into five. Do not despair, although I have not declined the offer yet, I will. I made some promises that I will stick to! Plus, this girl wants to do some traveling!

Other than work, my personal life has taken a surprising turn. Aaron, the southern gentleman I mentioned in my China blog, had a couple weeks off in the month of January and yet to leave China. 

Considering the brilliant time we had in Beijing, I eagerly invited him to Seoul. Prior to him leaving last Tuesday, I had the best two weeks in Korea/life :) We spent our times indulging in awesome cuisine, dancing the nights away, hiking our days away and talking every second in between. Kind of seems like a dream now. As of now, February third was not the end of the Kelsey Aaron saga. Wish us luck as he is now back teaching in Shanghai with no end date in mind. 

My apologies for being so distant for the last month. I promise to stay on top of my communication for the next year. I love you all, and with recent events back home am missing you all terribly. Know that you are in my prayers.

China Overdue

It has officially been a month since I lazily updated this with China videos... I suppose it is about that time to hit the typewriter again. 

My trip to China began on Christmas day. My friend from back home, Becca, who is working in Busan met me at a tube stop and we began our adventure there. Arriving at the airport late, around eleven, we searched for the most comfortable benches. Thinking we had found the treasured padded seats, we attempted to sleep. Turns out no one else would sleep there b/c they were located by the largest windows, therefore most sunny and freezing areas. This resulted in the worst nights sleep of our mutual lives. 

Moving on... after one morning Heineken we boarded the plane and slept the majority of the two-ish hour flight. Upon arrival we could not find a cabby to take us to our Chinese written address. This proved to be a common theme throughout the trip. An hour in the cab brought us to "The Happy Dragon" - appeared to be very sketchy and in a dark alley. Especially today, I could not be more grateful to the Happy Dragon. We spent many a night there, and met many a good friend/boyfriend there. 

We slept the first full day, then played some dice in our hostel bar in hopes of meeting a crew to hangout with. Success. In desperation I turned to the table next to us - Aaron and Stephen, two sweet looking South Dallas guys - and asked boldly, "Where you two going? And can we join you?" These questions led to two of the best days that molded into two great weeks ending only last Tuesday. The four of us took on the town for the next 48 plus hours, wandering the streets till sunrise, beating Beijing to McDonald's breakfast and watching the sunrise while during the daily flag rising in Tiananmen Square. 

The rest of the events of the week are now a blur as to when they happened. Here is my best recap:

The Great Wall hike was one we were not prepared for. It was a ten k hike up and down to thirty different tours. When I say up and down, I want you to imagine the steepest slopes and inclines with the smallest then biggest stairs you have ever witnessed, then smash them a couple times just to make it more challenging. As difficult as the hike was, it was a rewarding and exciting journey. The view of Mongolia on one side and China on the other, with mountains further than the eyes can see, was an indescribable view.

Incredible. I say we were not prepared, b/c the first part of the hike was miserably freezing (Minnesotaesque), then melting hot by the time you reached the top and climbed over a hundred stairs. Then we didn't bring enough money to do the gratifying zip-line, or eat lunch after being on the wall. Those were minor blips in the amazingness that is the Great Wall. It is mind-boggling to wrap yourself around the labor that went into the construction of this defense. Incredible.

On our list of to do's were obviously the many markets. We hit up any shopping opportunity we saw. This included the Silk Market, the Pearl Market, the Antique Market and every alley market we passed. The excitement was derived not from the items purchased, but from the haggling that was involved. Our biggest mistake was starting at the Silk Market. They kicked our butts! Silk Market 10, Kelsey and Becca 0. We could not believe what we read - to a fault. Venders will over charge you 70%, it is your goal to get that down to 25% at least. My first purchase were a pair of pants that I ended up buying for about $70, thinking I got a deal after bringing her down $50. As soon as I brought the pants home, the size was not what was advertised, the button popped off at first touch and the zipper is non-functional. Not every experience was this unsuccessful. In fact, I got pretty good, making most barters for the two of us, walking away with pissed off merchants and cheap Chinese goods. It became an art and a challenge after the pants debacle.

Becca and I also made it to all the typical tourist sites, including General Mao's memorial. 

We hit up the Forbidden City, Tiananmen Square, Temple of Gardens, and now I have forgotten the rest. Within these ancient walls held beautiful architecture, vibrant colors, gardens that must be fluorescent in summer, and hidden treats to boot. The temples, buildings, hallways and interiors were covered in elaborate designs, with almost neon reds, blues, golds, and greens. The moldings were as you would imagine them, decked with dragons and other celebrated animals. Along with the dynamic colors and detailed construction came the epic history of China. It was fascinating to learn what little we did about this old and proud country. 

The one brilliant thing about China that I have not mentioned, that I am sure you are probably all thinking about, was the FOOD! We did it up right. We would nibble all day, then gorge on an extravagant meal, never once knowing exactly what we were going to get. The experience involved pointing at pictures, which is how we would choose a restaurant - whether or not they had picture menus :) We ate everything typical - fried rice, spicy soups, lomein, dumplings, spicy sandwiches and assorted meats. Our favorite restaurant was also our cheapest meal. We went in, not feeling too well, ordered what little we understood and came out with the yummiest sandwiches on crispy pitas and bomb spicy, noodle soup. The food was not what brought us joy, but the cooks. Eleven of them crowded a little doorway, eventually spreading themselves throughout the restaurant to look at the pseudo-blondies. They went so far as taking "discreet" pictures on their camera phones. As embarrassing as it was to have them capture shots of me (Becca was not facing them... grrr...) slurping down soup, I have never been more flattered. This day goes down in history as the day I was a celebrity!

Overall, the trip was a pleasant one. We had enough chill time that we still felt refreshed when returning home, yet we were able to accomplish everything on our imaginary to do list. SUCCESS!

If you would like to see more pictures, find them at:

http://www.new.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2044130&l=49642&id=59200874

http://www.new.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2044131&l=b71a2&id=59200874

China VIDS, cuz I haven't had time to write

Cheolwon and beyond

Friday morning and I am exhausted. It's accurate to say that I live for the weekends - regardless of what the plans are, they are guaranteed to not sneeze on me and give me aneurisms - I don't make those kind of plans, but I do work for them.

Last weekend, December 5th was a monumental one. 

Background story: Every Wednesday, as I have mentioned before, we go to a sweet little bar called "MoonBlues". The owner, Mr. Cha and his best buddies, Mr. Alex, Mr. Kim and KoTol are sweet. They let us play whatever music we want and jam out on their instruments (don't worry, this girl is not one of the jammers, unless I'm into the SoJu and there is a tambourine). It's our weekly foreign gathering and where I've met my friends outside of school. 

Back to the weekend: Mr. Cha and the guys built a "pension" as they call it 

- a mansion outside the city. Friday night a crew of 16 of us hopped in an assortment of vehicles for over a two hour ride, arriving at the pension soon after midnight. Cheolwon is near the DMZ, like if you wandered away from base for a half hour, you may have crossed into North Korea and been another statistic ~ don't worry Mom, Dad and bros, it wasn't dangerous at all. When we got there the house was invigorating in an absolutely freezing kind of way, as no one lives there 90% of the time. The party started soon after arrival. The weekend turned into an epic eat, drink, noraebong, read, and play-fest. That sums it up best, rather than going into details. It was just awesome to get away from the city, see the beautiful mountainous countryside and breathe some fresh and frigid air. We are incredibly blessed to have the MoonBlues crew to experience with - an by "we" I wonder if I am referring to Ashley and I. Sorry Andrew, step aside. Apparently Ash and I are a "we". 

For example, "our" weekend plans involve another going away party, our school's Christmas program, a card making party, shopping and a noraebonging eve with our recruiter Vanessa. Vanessa, from pegasus, just showed up at work yesterday, like "hey, nice to put a face to the emails". We were blown away, assuming we would never put a face to that Times New Roman signature. Sunday she wants to do galbi, soju and noraebong - the three greatest gifts Korea has to offer. Then there is Saturday, which holds the end to a seemingly endless pain in the butt - Christmas performance. All of us teachers are stoked for that to be over, but that is not to downplay the cuteness explosion witnessed - the kids have memorized a series of songs and plays that they will perform in front of an auditorium of parents. We will feel like proud mama's watching our babies on stage, but it's more for the parents. Anywho, after this weekend there will be fewer tears, no less class time wasted on "Santa Claus is Coming to Town". Ahh...

Besides the weekends, all is well. It's kind of been a weird week though. I think too much fun and not enough consistency has thrown me for one. I'm seeking to find reason in my up and down mood swings and banking on that being it. It feels like when I am by myself I am just living for the future, be it the weekend or when I get to go home. I hate wishing away time.

In other news, I bought my ticket for Beijing - I'M GOING!!! Dec 26th to the 1st of January, Becca and I will hitting the hotspots of the city - no real plans yet, but that will come with time.

Best moment of the week: goes to the eagerly anticipated phone call from Mom and Dad. I miss the goofy stories and being able to share every detail of my life without being hushed. I love you Ma an' Pa!!!

One more random sidenote: I have a student who has a licking obsession, ya know, glue sticks, desks, my skirts and other students. He doesn't respond well to my daily fingershakings. Any advice??? Any mom's reading this who have dealt with this before?! HAhaha... gotta love Ryan.

Adventureland

So about these little adventures:

10-30 can be classified as my second trip to hospital. Part of our requirements to teach we have to prove that we are not drug attics, nor do we have any extreme health conditions that would force us to exit early. On my first trip I was told that I have low cholesterol, high blood pressure and poor eyes. By the second trip I had high cholesterol, low blood pressure and perfect eyesight. This instilled 100% trust in their health care system. I also took joy in their idealistic hope for the goodness of their people. Let me explain. I carried all of my paper work from each testing station (all 10 of them), after I urinated in a cup, I put it by ten other pee cups, that were poorly labeled and sitting by the exit of the station, no one spoke a lick of English, there were 9 people just standing around waiting for service, budging in line etc at every point. I want you to know that at no point did I tamper with my paper work or substances. There is a reason American hospitals are so systemized and protected - we would take advantage of such open opportunities; rather, we probably did, hence the strict regulations of today. On the trip home with my director Mr. Nam, I heard a park worth of dogs barking. When we pulled up to the location of this noise, I found myself locked in on rusty cages filled with beautiful pups. I couldn't help but dream - which puppy would I take home with me if I could not have them all. Just as soon as I had decided who I would rescue from the puppy play pen, Mr. Nam, informed me that they were not for pets, but for processing - they eat dog meat! I was nauseous the rest of the day at the thought of Chloe being tasted...

I can't say I found comfort, but I found peace in an article regarding such practices. It was from the perspective of a Hindu - ye who love the cow. They said that it is more insulting to them that Westerners eat beef multiple times a week with little regard for their culture. Just the same, Korean's don't view all dogs as best friends. Can't hardly argue that.

10-31 also known as Halloween, was one of the most exhausting days of my life. You would think it would be the most fun, filled with candy, parties and play time. With that came the need to constantly entertain the unappreciative whining candy whores! Overall, fun. I fell asleep at 9pm that night.

11-2 My second church experience in Korea began with an early Western brunch with Alison, the girl whose position I have taken over for - she is now teaching in the depths of Seoul, as Guri ison the outskirts. We had an amazing brunch filled with great food and enlightening conversation. Church managed to top that. I really like it there, and the people are incredibly welcoming - you can feel their love pulsating off their chests, so brilliant! This is the venue from which I take my Korean lessons (next entry).

11-8 My first Korean Lesson, mall trip, and club experience. The day started too early, heading an hour and a half away for our lesson at the church I have joined on Sundays. Thankfully, Ashley and I were not the only ones who were three weeks late for joining. They started a second session for us, and kicked our butts. Yes, I have 26 pages of hwk I have yet to do. They don't mess around. My proud moment was when the amazing teacher (she's one of the coolest people I have met here hands down!), reached out her high-five hand complimented with a "you are my best student!" This didn't stop. I hated it on the outside, as the other students glared, but deep down I was glowing through all my innards. Little does she know, that I won't always be that, as I am missing class this weekend and am overall a bad student, who can only pronounce well and repeat with ease. Ha.

After Korean class, a couple us (Becca, Chatch's old roomie who was up visiting for the weekend! She is teaching in Busan) hit up the CoEx - the biggest mall in Seoul. Good times. That night we exhausted a club club called Monkey Beach. It was themed out in a tropical decor and hiphop bumps. Needless to say, I felt right at home :) 

11-9 Came too early. I met Becca a teensy restaurant, where we chatted about the days events and prayed the rain away. As soon as we decided we would have to spend this one inside, we crossed the coolest umbrellas EVER - we eventually named them after famous unicorns - ya know, the things that seem to good to be true until you find them one day! Yeah. They were clear, so we kept them out rain and shine. Enough about that, we took a long walk passed the old prison (really lame, not worth writing about, but the umbrellas were), and through a gorgeous park.

It was covered in yellow and red leaves, giving both of us a taste of midwest home :) We played on the hilarious exercise equipment, offended a couple elderly as a result, and witnessed a fight in broad daylight - one of the rarest sites in Korea! We then embarked on a hike we were not prepared for - so what it was on cement most of the time. I will have to ask Becca the name of the temples we sought after. It was cool to get some of the rich history, see the Buddhist rock they pray too, and hear the faint chant of the monks. The lookout was the highlight of the hike. With our clear umbrellas in hand we basked on pride rock overlooking all of Seoul. Nothing could bring us down from feeling like the Kings (Becca's BF was with us at this point) and Queens of the most populated city in Korea. Afterwards, we descended down the mtn, exchanging teaching stories all the while, to Insadong - one of the oldest and most authentic Korean markets. If you ever receive a present from me (don't get your hopes up), it will most likely come from there :) It turned cold too quickly, so the three of us comfied up in a hometown comfort, Starbucks. It was so great to have my fellow midwesterners here to share stories with! I felt completely refreshed, ready to take on the following week of screaming kids and educating sponges.

11-10 concluded our second trip to the grocery store haven, we like to call CostCo. It is a little flavor of everything import and Western. Ashley and I will go there just to marvel at the magnitude of food and soy sauce (they sell them in gasoline gallon containers... hahaha... only in Korea, and maybe China or Japan ;). They have supported my kettle chip and snickers addictions - two habits I will not be kicking on this trip.

11-15 (This coming weekend) I am cramming myself in a teeny car with too many others to head 2.5 hours away to the beach. To be honest, I don't even know the name of the beach. I am just along for the ride! We are staying a nice camper along the shore!!! I'll let you know all about it when it's all over. 

That weekend has now come and gone. It was all that I dreamt the Korean ocean could be. On our drive there we stopped at a sweet cave to buy time, but it ended up being one of the highlights. I have never been in such unique carved out rock :/

Afterwards, we pulled up to our home away from home away from home. It was the sweet little trailer you see on your left. It comfortably slept 8, and had every imaginable amenity. I guess this is what the Korean's call "camping". Hey, I'm ok with that. There was little adventure involved, but was the best, most peaceful weekend I have had here yet. I spent my day in the sleeping bag you see on the bench (me) overlooking the lapping waves, finishing a book. At night we cooked, ate, then cooked again. If we weren't cooking, reading or eating, we took long walks on the beach. I ventured into the freezing water twice. I couldn't help myself! Overall, it was a dreamy and surreal weekend!

Fleeting, vibrant...

This week I was reminded of how temporary life can be. 

This is a dedication to my beloved Great Aunt Gerry, who I can still remember playing card games with us at the Grandma and Grandpa's cabin. This is how I will continue to fondly remember her. 

Two weeks ago, unknowingly I began a book about death and suddenness of it. Page 1 describes Susie Salmon's horrific murder with her being the narrator. From there she looks down over her family and watches her mystery unfold before their eyes. Rather than focusing on the mystery aspect, I am intrigued by her family's love and devotion to her after she has passed. This, as many other things, remind me that I need to tell my family and friends how much I love them. It is easy to show love when in the presence of someone, but to love from a far... well, it's new to me. I want to do everything I can to express to you (my family and friends) that I truly think of you every day and with that comes missing you. The further away I go, the more people I meet, the more I discover that they best people in the whole world are in Minnesota and Wisconsin. I am so blessed to have found you this early in life. Thank you, I love you and I miss you more than you know!

Story number three revealing life's fleeting nature occurred on Wednesday of this last week (10-19-08). As any other Wednesday, we headed to our neighborhood bar, MoonBlues. The night was average at most, it was on the walk home that our stories were altered. Unable to hail a cab, my friend Jared and I began the hike home. Along the way we passed a middle-aged plus man (the elderly men in Korea are called "Adjashies") curled in a little ball shaking from the cold. It was easily 10 degrees F that night. With my huge parka and socked feet, I was freezing. After walking past this "Adjashi" once, our consciences were left disturbed to say the least. We made it a goal to find this man a warm place to stay. Long story short, we couldn't find anywhere, the police came to our rescue and would not let him in the car with us. Realizing that our night was dedicated to the Adjashi and we were a packaged deal, the three of us were able to leave together and find a warm place for him. This was one night. What will happen the next? Are these his last hours? Is he destined to die freezing in the wealthy, bustling streets of Korea? This has been turning over and over in my head for days now.

Then today, I was shaken from my death fix by the joy of life. My sister, Jenna and her long-time boyfriend and my good friend, Tommy got engaged! The last five years have merely been a warm up to the journey they are about to embark on together. The idea of these two dears being together forever brings such color, vitality and vigor to the luminous life we live. I am elated to witness their passion for each other and their future triumphs to be tackled hand-in-hand. God bless you two! I couldn't be happier for a couple!!!

Moral of the week: Life is fleeting, temporary, provisional, yet brilliant while being lived. So spend it with those that extract that effervescence from it - I have found those that do so, my family and friends - you are loved and appreciated!

Updation Station

I'm haunted daily by the idea of people checking this blog and there not being anything new and exciting for 20 daysish. I would hate for your dedication to dwindle. Besides being a bit on the busy side, I haven't had anything too crazy too write about in recent. However, it seems there have a been a few fun activities. I am still waiting on the pics to come in, but once they do, I will obviously post them here.

Daily, I fill my time with nine hours at school - most of them are fun filled. My love and

 frustration continue to grow for my kids with every passing period. Their personalities are shining through all too brilliantly. There are kids who I thought were the kindest, most innocent little kittens that have become deceitful, passive aggressive bullies. Don't worry, that stuff does not fly in my class. With me, they have become far more comfortable... too comfortable. All Korean's enjoy a - what should I call it? - thumb plug?! Here me out, it is a cultural thing, a game. The kids think it's funny to poke you with their thumb when you turn around. This also does not fly on my watch! Overall, they are buttons who bring me 70% joy, 20% frustration and 10% anger - no aneurism yet, just a couple close calls. Part of working with kids is their constant germ sharing. I have come to terms with the fact that I will be sick a lot, as are the other teachers. There are always three others that share in my sniffles and blows. Speaking of the other teachers, they are all pretty cool. Shoot, I just like new friends. Ashley from Canada with boyfriend Andrew have become my closest friends. She is so chill and hilarious. We are practically inseparable on every adventure. 

Whether I mention her or not, she was probably there. I have

 concluded that I like almost all of them for the simple fact that it takes a certain soul to embark on this journey - I guess I like th

at soul. Everyone is so warm and friendly, eager to be besties. It's

 weird introducing myself to people now... before they were always introducing themselves to me - the new girl! I am no longer the new girl. Trippy. It is a simple reality - with every going away party, a new person enters the circle.

Not being the new girl, I have found that I am learning my way around and everything is done with far greater ease. I go on the bus, tube, and take taxis by myself now. It feels good to be independent... outside of my apt ;) The apt has become home. I am hanging Christmas lights and in the process of painting the mural - I have only thought of what I want to do with it, no final plans - once that is done, it will be all me!

Never thought I would have a “First Day of School” again!

I think it's safe to write about my first day of school now that my first week has passed. I must say, a weekend has never tasted so good!

I took my own classes for the first time - after five days of shadowing - this last Monday. My greatest fears that day will continue to be my greatest challenges throughout the year. SLP's (Sogang Language Program - my school) book system and class organization is, well, not systemized at all. As organized as the school is and as great as the books themselves are, figuring out what to use when and what needs to be done when has been next to impossible. All teachers agree that it takes a year to figure it out and then you're done! 

My other fear on Monday was that the kids would not absorb what I was spitting. For my sanity, I may have to come to terms with this hourly concern; however, it is my greatest motivation and number one reason for being here in the first place. 

The school has been great too me - setting me up in a nice apt, weekly outings so I can get to know everyone, and simply helping me get acquainted with the foreign land. The teachers are pretty cool - two other Americans, one Australian and two Canadians. It's a good mix. The foreign community is very welcoming too. I have been out a couple times with them. They introduce themselves the second you walk through the door - everyone is in the same boat for the most part - left a good home and are now trying to make the best of their new one. 

But the kids... I know that's what you really want to hear about (and ultimately what I want to write about). They are out of this world! I imagined them to be quaint little saints. Foolish Kelsey. Lets get real: Kids will be Kids, whether they are in America, Korea or Mars. They are wild, only want to play games and jump on you. They love screaming, kicking and coloring. 

However, there is one significant thing that is different... one of the greatest things about teaching in Korea vs. America is the freedom to express your love for the children. It is so brilliant being able to to tell your class that you love them and hearing it back. The second I walk through the door I get at least four hugs and, "I love you Kelsey Teacher (their title for the teachers)!" Have you ever heard of such a glorious thing?! It's sad that American kids don't get to hear that or express that. 

The picture on the left is one of my Kindy classes. We were celebrating October birthdays on Thursday and it was my Rachel's big day (girl front and center in the frufru dress). I was the host so we played pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey, and sang some lovely songs. It was the highlight of my week! 

As far as in the classroom teaching (as opposed to prep time, which stinks!) I LOVE IT! Mom and Dad were right when they said I would (they know me a little bit ;). I was surprised when I stepped in front of the class and felt completely at ease. Not to mention kids are the best audience ever. They laugh on command and sit quietly when I make them! It's the perfect relationship, really :)

TBC... currently brain farting

It's in the Little Things

There have been several little experiences over the last week that don't deserve their own blog, but are worthy of a mention. I think I will just continue to update this particular entry when something little happens, so REFER BACK TO IT!

When I am recognized as an American (always), people stop me to practice their English. It's pretty cute when I'm walking home in the dark and I hear a, "HELLOoO, HOWE AAA OOO TODAAAY?" Almost all children are getting some sort of English training, so the younger ones do the same, "Hello", whether we're getting on an elevator or eating dinner at a Japanese restaurant. They are so cute and eager to use the language :) 

My room is infested with mosquitos, so I pray for cold weather to freeze the minute lucifers and wear full body suits everywhere in the apt. Unfortunately, I can only cover up so much. My total mosquito count on my head alone - including my neck and ears - is 16! I never thought any bug could surpass my hate for spiders. Congratulations, you blood thirsty شيطان !

(10-19-08) Kelsey travels into a Seoul to meet a friend. The most adventurous part was the hour and a half sub-ride, in which I was the only caucasian appearing soul for the entire ride into Seoul (punny!). Have ever been stared at for that length of time by over a hundred people? Good times and God bless my iPod. Moral of that story was supposed to be that there are a lot of foreigners if you find the right pocket. In my case, a little pub in Itaewon. 

(10-22-08) Results are in from the infamous test: this girl is gluten sensitive. Eh, I knew it, I just didn't want to admit it. Now what do I do with that? I just had a pb&j... is that so bad? :/

(10-24-08) Norebang (sp?) is the Korean version of karaoke. It is unlike any karaoke I have ever experienced in the states. Here, you rent a room- in our case, for 20 - and are in control of every song that comes on. We had a near even split of Korean teachers to Foreigners (as we call ourselves), so about every other song was an American hit then Korean hit. I began one of the most shy performers, only shaking the tambourine in the corner. By the end of the night, I was the last one standing, still performing [poorly]. They couldn't get me off once I got started! It was one of the most fun things I have done since being here. If you ever get the chance to do private karaoke... DO IT! You will not regret it, just as I do not regret screaming "Born in the U.S.A." to a majority Asian crowd. Sure we got booed off the stage, but we had fun when we were up there!

Till next time: Have a sunny day and a starry night!

My Apt... not pimped out

American (Italian, whatever) Pizza Saves the Night!

My pizza is getting cold. All I want to do is devour something “normal”. Ms. Song and Mr. Nam, my directors, were kind enough to pick up some PAPA JOHN’S for me… never has their garlic butter sauce looked mouth watering amazing. I have a feeling there are going to be many overwhelming appreciative moments throughout this adventure/experience/trip.

I arrived right on time to Seoul, got my bags quicker than any other (another passenger dubbed me the fastest... NBD) and without complication, made it through customs. My directors picked me up promptly and Mr. Nam was nice enough to take my bag… you know, the one with my fighting utensils! I think I have bigger muscles than he, regardless, he insisted – breaking a sweat all the while! Tehehe...

The road "home" took an hour and a half through Seoul. Incheon, the island they call their airport is on the east end, while Guri Shi (my home for the next year) was on the west, allowing me to see the glory that is downtown Seoul. Guri Shi is hardly as glamorous – two lane streets with obnoxious flashing lights, motorcyclists cutting cars off with little regard for their safety, not to mention horns’a’honkin. I’m currently staying at my motel (would tell you the name, but couldn’t pronounce it), a little whole in the wall with ripped carpets in the hallway and slippers in the bathroom. The toilet is taped shut reading, “this toilet has been disinfected”… good things I guess. The walls are pink with roses, my bed, low to the ground, as is all the furniture. They have provided me with a large TV, and my own bubbler for water. Tonight I will enjoy my pizza, attempt to watch an American show, settling for Miami Vice and everything nice. 

[I don't know it at the time, but there will be much else I do this week in the love motel, but watch American movies. And what is more American than Rambo, Kindergarten cop and Pretty Woman? Them Koreans have us down pat!]

Too Many Titles to Decide on One (10.8.08)

I’ve been dying to whip out my laptop, as thousands of thoughts have run through my head in the last four and a half hours. I’ve come up with about thirty-two (approximate) titles for this blog and a billion starter lines.

I am a mere hour into my flight and have had seen too many things… I cannot imagine South Korea offering more stories! I really have no idea what I am getting myself into.

From the beginning: October 8^th started too early, 5:30am as I had a lot to accomplish before my 3pm flight: finish packing, finish cleaning, finish breakfast and finish my goodbyes. Noon o’clock came way too soon. This was one of the most bittersweet moments of my life - saying goodbye to everything that is dear to me, while embarking on a new adventure. I prayed for the cheapest expense for carrying my own weight in a suitcase. As it turned out, my muscles had shrunk and my body weight was skewed… I passed with a mere switch of 2.5lbs and $50. Whew… I knew all would be well at that point. Soon after this relief, I bent over in my dress to take my crap kickers off, reassured by mom that this was no feat for meEe.

The goodbyes lasted until I had to cut myself off. With my boots back on, laptop back in the bag and pillow under my arm, I managed to squeeze in three more waves by my adoring family. As soon as I left their site, the tears began and the excitement subsided, until God brought Donda and Tom into my life. Sitting two benches away from them, I convinced myself a beer would pass the next three hours by quickly. With nothing to write (YET), I brought my buddy (Mac book bestie) out and looked busy. They asked what I had to write about… implying I had just finished the trip of a lifetime and was headed home. I explained that I was headed to my temporary home. The rest was history. Two pints and two stools later, we had covered everything from the 60’s, our love for traveling, and the current election. Although we differed in political views, we couldn’t deny the pleasant two hour conversation that flew by. Once again, I was reminded of why I am headed half way across the world (where I have never been) to teach English (which I have only recently perfected myself) to an age I have yet to be told. In those two hours, my every belief was reaffirmed and then some.

Have you ever heard your name called over the intercom at an airport? Me neither… until today. Apparently, the conversation with D and T were too good and I had lost track of time. Personally, I think they were a little hasty in the intercom call as I was the tenth person on (for some reason I entered through first class and was filed to the back row - figures). The last row in a plane is an experience in itself. I have been stomped on and elbowed twice in an effort to get to the bathroom (again, one hour in), I have yet to decide if this is prime seating or the top of the heap?! I have an aisle seat and a window seat, yet am constantly reminded of my vicinity to the bathroom, food, children and the crude flight attendants who spare no one their  discouraging words. Did I mention they gossip about passengers in front of passengers! Classy broads. Eh, they were nice to me. One more benefit to the back seat: we are the first to be served and the last to have our garbage taken? I am sitting with my laptop in one hand. There’s something to be said for inspiration, go with it regardless of the [dis]comfort factor. My dinosaur finger position is LOL worthy.  Yet, the most exciting event thus far had to be the gentleman who sniped a pretzel bag prior to them being distributed and prior to his relieving himself. Upon his return to the two-foot isle, he found himself stuck behind the cart with pretzels. I bet plane treats have never tasted so bitter as those he cowardly consumed for fifteen minutes while waiting to get back to his seat.

Good times in the back seat… I can’t imagine Korea offering more excitement ;).

You decide on an appropriate title:

Debatably: Airports are one of the most bittersweet complexes, next to hospitals.

How much will a Leine’s cost in a year?

Best advice thus far: Local yogurt will keep you well guaranteed! Think: all the probiotics from the cows who are exposed to local diseases. Duh! Why didn't I think of that?!

Will Minneapolis look the same when I fly in in a year?

Do you think they say the Oreo serving size is 4 b/c that is the amount in the package? What is the serving size on a whole carton? 32?!

What is the best seat on the plane?

How many people can stand in line for the bathroom?

Remember: use bathroom before mealtime (most popular time is after - a good 20 minute wait - so what I timed it. There were four meals served and I had nothing better to do!)

Would you wait in line behind 14 others… now 17, waiting for two restrooms? Figure it out people!

How loud can a baby scream? Lets find out!

Rather than requesting an aisle seat, or window, can you request to be seated by the most petite, quiet and considerate people?

How good does your name sound across an airport intercom? Mine sounds amazing - thanks Mom and Dad - you were really thinking!

It’s too bad my last American meal burned my tongue and ended on the floor shortly after. Perhaps it’s a sign that I should be eating Korean food for a year!

If people think my impressions in America are funny? Am I going to be Korean funny?

I should have packed lead pipes for 50 bucks more… always be prepared! How much do lead pipes cost in Korea?

Is it possible that a black electronic box be your best friend?

The most lethal combo: Grande Pints

Can you do yoga on a plane? She can!

Is it possible for one’s carry on to weigh more than her claimed luggage… it is if you pack textbooks!

“That was the worst landing in my 30 years of being a stewardess!”

Bad idea: standing zone by bathroom (aka my seat)

I am a dirty blonde in a sea of well-dressed coal haired beauties.

I hope I didn’t give a bad impression by cutting in line forcibly via American caregivers advice. Oops… I made it on time though!

These are just some of the thoughts I would have uttered to my best friend…