Aug 30-Sept 2
Oh wow am I tired….this whole teaching thing really takes up a lot of your time and energy….you have to be so energetic when dealing with kids….it makes me really feel for the ES teachers in Canada.
Anyhow….to catch-up, I did end up climbing the mountain…if you can even call it a mountain, its about 1500m, so really I guess it is more like a big hill…but they call it a mountain here, so a mountain it will be. So I climbed the mountain for the first time on Thursday the 30th of August. Now I mentioned that I was going to hike on the Wednesday, and that was the plan, only it rained, so the plan got pushed back until Thurday. The hike was really nice, part of the hill is a road, and part (the majority) is trail. The trail is half steps and half terrain and it takes about 45 minutes to climb to the top. The only let down is that there is not a very nice view at the top, due to an abundance of really tall, really lush evergreens. But no bother it is still very serene. At the top there is a a weather station and some benches. On the benches I have taken to reading, which is very nice.
On the friday, I went to school. Even though it was officially the first day of classes after summer holidays, I did not have to teach. Instead they sat me at a computer and had me plan my first lesson. The problem with that was that I had already planned my first lesson at home since I had feared that I would have to teach on the Friday. So I basically cleaned up any loose ends for the first classes and I checked emails and facebook, etc. There was a staff meeting where I was introduced. It was kinda weird because my co-teacher had me write out a bunch of information about myself, which she translated for the principal, who read it at the meeting. The weird part came afterwards when they asked me to say a few words. The entire faculty is staring at me and I begin to speak, when I realise that they have no clue as to what I am saying…I could have called them all a bunch of goat smegma and their faces would remain blank. Oh well, the meeting wasn’t all bad. One of the teachers at my table asked my co-teacher if I was a teenager….and this is coming from an Asian….let me tell you how super I felt! The vice-principal let me go home early - around 4 - though he made it very clear that this was an exception and that it would never happen again. So I went home, changed and climbed the mountain again.
On saturday it was raining (the beginning of a mighty long stretch of rain I should add). I also woke up with a terrible case of lonliness. It was not that I was homesick per say. It was more that I missed human contact. It is weird being in a foreign country where you don’t speak the language. There are 300 000 people in Mokpo, and the city is very compact, so there are people everywhere, bumping into you, looking at you, even shouting things at you, but you feel entirely alone. You are an island….I had not been able to have a full conversation with anyone, and even the kids who said hello, were unable to answer any of my follow-up questions (like how old are you? what grade are you in?). The other trouble was that I was unable to attend any of the way-gook (foreigner) events for a lack of cash. Its not that I am short cash, I have funds I just can’t seem to get physical bills. My credit cards that I was relying on don’t seem to work in the bank machines, they work in the few stores that accept them (like e-mart) but nowhere else.
Anyway, I ended up spending most of Saturday in my apartment, sulking and watching movies. Then I watched something, a bonus feature to one of the movies, and it said that true happiness can be discovered by going outside. Feeling like it was speaking to me directly, I took the advice and I went outside. There happened to be a break in the rain at this moment, and I decided to climb the mountain, yet again, and read. Once I reached the top, my heart pounding, legs shaking, brow sweating, it hit me… I was happy, truly happy. My lonliness had disapeared and everything was wonderful yet again.
I stayed up on the hill slightly too long and it was getting dark by the time I decended. Since the trail is through forest, there was a hint of Blair Witch to the whole ordeal. Nevertheless I was content enough to not let that bother me. When I reached the street it began to rain. I put up my umbrella, turned on the ipod and walk towards my home, when I was approach by two females, waygooks also, who started asking me about the music, what I was doing, how long I was going to be in Mokpo, and whether or not I could speak Korean. Since I was starved for a good conversation, and since I am not completely rude, I answered their questions. It turned out that they were in fact mormons, out spreading the gospel….there really is no escape, but they were friendly and it was nice to just talk to someone. On the way home I stopped at E-mart, and bought, along with some other items, the Audrey shirt.
Sunday was rainy….a heavy rain all day, so I stayed at home watching movies, doing laundry, and cleaning the house. I have watched every movie I brought with me at least once and I am yearning for more. My mom has promised to send some in my box, which should be here soon….I can’t wait.

