Making the move to Tumblr

Hey guys, sorry to throw you around, but I decided to switch to Tumblr cause I like the layout better and I can post full sized photos on here. So you can get my lovely writing and some pictures to go along with it. So here is my new blog


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Do I hear Teacher of the Year?

First, I am going to say……

Teaching is hard.

Teaching kids is really hard.

Teaching kids that don’t speak the same language as you is really really hard.

Teaching kids that may or may not need special education and also do not speak the same language as you is really fucking hard!

All this aside, I am generally stoked to take on this challenge. My first day of teaching had its challenges mixed with some high points and comical moments. Here are two highlights. 

I made the mistake of trying to incorporate activities with the children before assessing my ability to convey directions in English and their energy levels, and as it turns out I underestimated both.

I thought it would be fun to play a name game, so I could learn the children’s names.  I planned to facilitate a game that involved tossing, but my center only had a flat basketball, I thought we could make do.  During my first class, a 7-year-old girl, decided it would be hilarious if she full on hurled the ball at another boy’s face. Luckily, my basketball skills paid off and I interjected and basically stuffed her causing a very loud slapping noise and the ball to fall immediately to the ground. The kids were in awe that I moved so quickly and could even stop a basketball. They looked at me like I was superwoman and they were relatively well behaved for the remainder of class. So in a roundabout way my miscalculations paid off. Needless to say, I ditched the basketball during the second class.

In my next class, a notoriously “naughty” class, I had just got the kids out of their seats to do an activity and all hell was breaking loose. I decided to do something that would refocus them quickly, but play on their energy. I asked them to run in place with me and then freeze when I yelled stop! The kids were excited and following along. But the term “running in place” didn’t translate well, because one of the kids decided to run into my hand as I yelled, “STOP!”  Everyone stopped and stared as the boy dramatically grabbed his nose. I desperately proclaimed that I was sorry, thirty seconds passed and just when we thought we were in the clear, a drop of blood fell from his nose and hit the floor causing all hell to break loose. There really wasn’t any coming back from this point; I mean the teacher gave a student a bloody nose that is enough excitement for a whole day at this age, let alone a 40-minute class.  So I just did the best I could for the rest of the class and noted that I will have to be very creative and cautious with their lesson planning.

All my classes are with children that come from low-income families and would not have access to a native English speaker otherwise. Did I mention I have 8 classes? I definitely have my work cut out for me, but I am hopeful that as my Korean improves and their English improves we will improve together. Check back in soon, I am sure there will be plenty of stories to come! 

Public Transportation Aficionado

Another perk to living in a big city is the subway! I loved Le Metro in Paris but Seoul is hands down the best public transportation system I’ve encountered. I can load money onto a card that not only works on the subway and bus, but also my taxi! How cool is that!?!?! My card also automatically calculates transfers from train to train and bus to train. I dreaded the days in Boston when I only needed to hop off the T for less than 30 minutes and forced to pay full price because I couldn’t get a transfer.

The map looks deceivingly complicated, but the Subway is not only color-coded, but also has numbers assigned to each stop in ascending or descending order depending on your location/destination. Furthermore, each stop has a sign that indicates the current stop, the next stop and the previous stop.  You can also follow the train in real time on light up diagram once you are on the train. Everything is written and announced in Korean, Japanese, English and sometimes Chinese. Seoul has made it pretty hard to get lost in this city. 

The ambience is clean and peaceful, in comparison to my other subway experiences. There are no screeching noises that make you wonder if the subway is going to breakdown, like I encountered in Boston. I am not forced to walk through urine smelling stations or endure the stench body odor during my train ride. I loved both the T and Le Metro for both these reasons, they had character and I look back fondly, but it is really nice to experience a different side. 

There are a couple drawbacks, the subway closes at around midnight or one depending on the night. It can't compare to NYCs 24 hour service Metro. Also, it is freezing outside, but boiling in the subway. I am sweating profusely by the time I get inside the train and tearing my clothes off only to be bundling up a few minutes later as soon as I hit the freezing windchill. In reality this is nothing to complain about and overall, I am super impressed. I hope that U.S. cities follow in Seoul’s footsteps.

Seoul

Seoul Geographical Layout

Seoul is the largest city I’ve lived in. Depending on how you are counting, it is among the 5 largest cities in the world, with a population of over 10 million. To put that into perspective, Seattle is just over half a million, Seoul is roughly 20 times the size of Seattle.  Surprisingly, Paris isn’t too far behind in size, despite the drastic difference in how they feel in size. Although, both cities have similar geographical layouts, both are circular in shape with a river running horizontally through the middle and both are organized into about 20 neighborhoods.

Paris Geographical Layout 

Seoul is a megacity and it seems like they do everything BIG! I took a tour bus of Seoul because I was told it was a good way to get a lay of the land. The one thing that I took from the tour is that there is A LOT of shopping. A mall here is like 3 of our malls put into one mega mall. On the tour I saw several, but I only covered the downtown area, so I am guessing there are more spread throughout the city, which equals endless shopping in my mind. 

There is also a whole street dedicated to pets, lined with tiny little puppies in windows that you can buy, followed by another street that only sells motorcycles. You can also find a 9-story building that sells mostly electronics or there is shopping area for toys, with over 100 shops with just toys. 

A few years back, I asked my dad to buy my sister and I some knock off purses from a “famous area” in Seoul, but I didn’t know the name, and I told him, there’s no way you could miss it, according to my source.  I realize that it would have been near impossible to find it amongst all the shopping areas in Seoul. Good on you Dad for finding us those Kate Spade purses! 

First Impressions

I've arrived and I am spending the first weekend by myself in the Holt Guest House. I think this is good, because it allows me to get adjusted to the time difference and prepare myself mentally. Here are my first impressions.

• Why didn’t I learn Korean?
• That guy has the same purse as me!
• I love watching Korean T.V. even though I have no idea what is going on, I just love looking at the people.
• Whoever said all asians look alike must’ve been blind, because I have yet to find one person that looks “exactly” like me. Even my sister looks more like me than anyone I’ve seen here. Starting to wonder if I am really “full” Korean.
• Why didn’t I learn Korean?
• Korean babies are soooo cute! Not a good form of birth control for me lol.
• Seoul might have more coffee shops than Seattle per square mile - I feel at home.
• I am loving the French shops and signs.
• Korean grammar seems easy, at least that is what I am telling myself.
• Korean babies are soooooooo cute! Not a good form of birth control for me, lol!
• There are a lot of couples here.

Someone once told me that getting on the plane was the hardest part. Here's to the hardest part being over!

A typical Jessica Story: J'ai tombé dans la rigole ( I fell in la rigole)

For those of you that know me, you've grown accustomed to my clumsiness and could almost predict stories like this one, so I'll indulge you once more.

La rigole, what's that? They are cement ditches that are all over Douala to help drain the daily thunderstorms. They vary in size, depth, and the amount of stagnant water and trash that has been collected in them. Sometimes there are cement blocks that are laid over them or make do wooden plank bridges to help you cross, but more times than not, they are just left open.

So the other day, I was walking around my normal taxi pick

up area. I got distracted by the taxi guy eagerly calling me over to his taxi and I went to cross la rigole and my first foot didn't get a proper footing before I lifted my second foot. About halfway through I realized, "oh shit, I'm not going to make it!" and that I would need to readjust. I thought I could dip my leg down and lift it up before it hit the ditch all the way, but I guessed wrong. In an attempt to find solid ground and hoist myself back up I plunged my foot ankle deep into this trash swamp, but the terror of my foot plunging into this caused me to react hastily and I scratched my entire shin along the cement siding. And this particular la rigole happens to be one of the more disgusting ones. (See picture, and yes my foot went in that exact one) The trash is piled high in stagnant water that has been baking in the sun all day long; the odor it emits is just lovely. On top of that, the taxi pick up at this time happens to be quite busy and so everyone saw me as I did this and they seemed rather amused by it, because multiple people yelled, "la blanche la blanche" (the white person, the white person) pretty loudly, but I was too mortified to turn back around and acknowledge them.

After my clumsy crossing, my taxi driver didn't seemed to be phased by my trash soaked foot and bleeding shin and I just wanted to get home, so I got in the cab with my stinky foot and let it boil in the heat filled taxi for another 20 minutes next to all the other passengers. At last I got home. I defeatedly trudged up to my door with my bleeding leg and my swamp marinated foot, but just my luck no one was home and Mary's work was closed, so there was no way for me to retrieve the keys. I sat outside my house for another 30 minutes soaking up the sun and the lovely odor emitting from my foot. Finally, Mary returned and saw my leg and was horrified by the blood, but laughed after I told her what happened. I've never been so excited in my life to wash my leg/foot.

The story actually helped me get in with my friends and co-workers here, because once they saw my leg (there was no hiding it) they would ask what happened and it seems to be kind of a rite of passage that you fall into one of these ditches. Most people had a story to share with me about how they did it one time or another. See my clumsiness pays off =)