Where are your hand hearts?!

Okay.

So I have tons to write about and there is pretty much zero chance that these topics will flow in any type of coherent narrative. So, I am going to divide the topics and write three different blog posts today. Also I want to thank everyone who's reading on a regular basis! It's nice to know that I'm not just writing for my own amusement.

First things first, I'm going to update you all on my daily routine(it will be more fun than it sounds). I wake up at six(a side effect of jet leg and an ever present fear of being late), talk to Brandon and Katie via the internet, facebook my mom, shower, eat some kimbap, toss on some make-up, and catch a bus. Riding the bus in Korea is pretty much organized chaos theory. The bus drivers weave in and out of traffic at breakneck speeds while the passengers all clutch the railings and pray to god for a safe arrival. After the scary morning bus ride that wakes me up better than any jolt of caffeine ever could, I teach three classes until noon. In the mornings I teach from a text book that's so simple and carefully planned out that my lessons require zero planning.

My afternoons have been spent on facebook and wickipedia-my teachers keep telling me that in two weeks I'll start teaching afternoon classes for parents, teachers, and students who want extra tutoring. These afternoon classes are above and beyond my contract stipulations so I get paid an extra thirty dollars for each afternoon class. I can't wait until the extra classes start! After school I usally meet up with other ESL teachers and explore different parts of the city, or I go home and study Hangul. I haven't been running yet for fear of getting lost, but I've been scouting out safe places to run for the future.

Thus far Korea=fun and shocking.

Teaching is pretty wonderful. In most cases I'm the first white person that the students have ever talked to-so I have a certain rock star status. The kids fall into two camps. The first group is uber respectful and bow deeply when they see me. This group refers to me as Miss Bulman and suck up at every oppurtunity. The second group tackle me, wrestle me, and high five me constantly. Everytime I've walked into a class this week the students make little hearts with their hands and shout "We love you!". It's kind of spoiling me. I'm sure I'll come home to Canada and be amazed that nobody is bowing low or making hand hearts when I do something as simple as enter a room.

The job part of being in Korea is going to be pretty awesome.