On the flight here I sat right behind the exit row that connected to the jetway, and when the door opened after we landed I could feel the humidity wash over me. The first week or so was oppressively hot and muggy, and even the storms didn't seem to take the humidity out of the air, but it seems to be easing up a bit now.When I got picked up at the airport I found out I was on the flight with two American women (who will remain unnamed because I forgot their names) who would be working at the same company as me, but at different schools. We did a few things together, like find our apartments and get our medical exams for our visas. The first few days were pretty disorganized and full of guessing and hoping we got things right, which I thought was a great adventure, but neither of the women really seemed to enjoy it. At all. Oh well.
I got in on the Sunday the 15th and started my training on Monday. I was supposed to have that whole week as training with the woman I would be replacing, but she went home sick after the first class on Tuesday, so with one day of training and about 48 hours in the country, I was teaching my own classes. It was fun, and it mostly went really well, with only a few minor mistakes like forgetting to take attendance. Apparently that's important.
I'm in my second full week of teaching now. I think I have about 140 students total, and I'm struggling--but progessing, slowly--in learning their names. The array of different students and their associated personalities, strengths, and personal situations is dizzying, but the challenge is fun. My preferred form of discipline is tossing a marker at a student. I probably do it once a day. Actually, the form of discipline I really prefer is a more subtle one that gently urges students to do their work and pay attention because I care about them and I hope I can help them grow and achieve cool things, but I don't know if I'm there yet. But I do throw markers.
The city of Seoul is amazing to me for its sheer size. I don't think I'd ever been in a city where I could ride a subway for 50 minutes and still be smack in the middle of the same damn city. It's an imposing presence. Also, sometimes there are air raid sirens here. It's a poignant reminder of where I am.
I've been experimenting with cooking in my apartment. Tofu and veggies is my go-to meal, and it tastes pretty good now that I've figured out how to make tofu taste good. (Hint #1: buy the second-cheapest brand of tofu, not the cheapest one. Hint #2: fry it lightly.) Tonight, though, I made something truly divine.
My usual food-making strategy is
1- put some oil in a pan.
2- put some stuff on top of that oil.
3- flop it all around in the pan until it seems done.
Tonight I changed it slightly. I picked up some soy sauce and some sesame oil, along with a couple cuts of meat that I think is pork. I slathered a bit of oil and a bunch of soy sauce on the meat, and THEN put it in the pan. I cooked the meat and then took it out of the pan, and THEN flopped in (in this order) some carrots, mushrooms, bell peppers, and onions. I sauteed/pan fried/shallow fried (I don't know what it's actually called) the vegetables in the meat juices and leftover oil. I added a bit of this hot sauce called 초고추장. I think it would be transliterated as Chogochujang, and Google Translate tells me it means sour red pepper paste. Divine.
Hope everyone's well and that school's fun, wherever it is in the world that you're going to school.
Brett
