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Few and Far Between

There has been a lot going on here in G-town - my mind is mostly elsewhere.

I'm feeling a bit excited, apprehensive, sad, happy, angry, tired and content all at the same time.
With not much else to say, I'll leave you with some more of my cents.

For What It's Worth #2 - LEARN KOREAN RIGHT AWAY
It was very easy for us to simply put this in the back of our minds and decide that we would 'just to it later'. Trust me, after your first week at school, the LAST thing you'll want to do is try and sit down and study.

I know because we tried.
And then we managed to come up with 101 excuses why we just didn't have time to learn the language. Yes, JUST DIDN'T HAVE TIME.

People - there is ALWAYS time. And I think I would have had a much different - albeit less frustrating - experience if I tried to pick it up right away.

It makes it easier to simply socialise in a way you do back home.
Ask the convience store clerk if she's having good day.
Comment about the freshness of the vegetable to the teller at the grocery store.
Modify your food at a restaurant.
Ask the sauna lady 'Do I REALLY have to get naked to go in there?".
We could have enjoyed more Korean things if we knew how to read, ask, have a conversation in Korean.
So as much as studying is what you want to do after teaching all day, just force yourself. And then after your year is up, let me know if it made as much a difference as I think it will.

Can't Believe I'll Neva.......
be offered green tea in every place I go. When you walk into any Korean store or office, there is a water cooler, equiped with both cold AND hot water for you to sample. And there is always green tea. What better way to zap all those free radicals you're inhaling and drinking while you're here?

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