Thursday, May 15, 2008

Teacher's Day

I definitely picked the right job! Teachers get their own special day here in Korea - May 15. We teachers were treated to gourmet cakes, fruit baskets, and other tasty delicacies. In addition, I got a lovely basket of flowers from one student, and a long-stemmed red rose from another. One little boy gave me a really neat key chain. I got cards from all of my older kindergartners. In short, I felt quite appreciated today.

I have to write about a conversation one of my friends recently had back in the USA. He was telling someone that he has a friend who is teaching in Korea, and she asked him if his friend found it hard living with no electricity! What's horrible is that that comment isn't unique! I heard dozens and dozens of similar ones before I left the US. I still can't get over how many people thought I was moving to a third world country. Or how many people asked if I was going to North or South Korea. Or how many people thought I wouldn't have access to the Internet for a year. I'm not sure whether it's prejudice against Asians, lack of education, or a scary combination of both. Either way, it's really sad.

On an unrelated note, I realized today that in just over a week, I will have been here for three months and my contract will be 1/4 of the way over. I confess, the thought saddened me. As excited and eager as I am about the opportunity to move on to the next country (although the process of getting my next visa is a headache I'm trying not to contemplate), I am going to have a very hard time when I get to my last day in Korea. This is truly one of the most beautiful, special places I have ever been. And as for the kids...all I can say is, they're the reason I wake up each morning smiling. I love 'em, even the monsters.

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"