Thursday, October 25, 2012

"Laura Teacher, go to hospital!"

So I was pretty sick Monday and when I came in just as bad Tuesday, the Vice Principal strongly insisted I go to the hospital. After the regular school day, another teacher took my tutoring load and I headed to a clinic. Another teacher recommended an E.N.T. clinic specifically for sinus issues. She even drew me a map and wrote the doctor a note that listed my symptoms and said "give me a shot and medicine."

I was really tempted to withhold the note in order to avoid a shot in the butt. But, I gave the note and my Alien Registration Card (which apparently has my insurance information) to the receptionist and settled into the packed waiting room. I was anticipating a long wait, but was pleasantly surprised as people were quickly ushered back and forth from the waiting room in record time.

It was soon my turn and I was pointed back to a room filled with machines that reminded me of old movies in which the computer takes up a whole room. It was just one room; the doctor sat there while patients were brought in one by one. I sat in a dentist's chair and the doctor asked if I spoke Korean. Upon my answer, he asked some questions about my symptoms in English, then sprayed stuff in my throat and nose and poked around a bit. He told me he would give me three days' medicine and then he said, "It is finished." It took less than two minutes.

I was directed into a small limbo room where a nurse gave me a heat lamp/gun to hold up to my nose and mouth. Maybe breathing in warm air helps clear the sinuses? I have no idea, but it turned off and I was good to go. I paid less than three dollars and grabbed my prescription.

Afterwards, I took the prescription to the pharmacy I had visited Monday after school and waited about ten minutes for my pills. They were packaged in tear-away baggies designated for morning, lunchtime, and night. She even separated the lunchtime ones since I would be taking those at work. Oh, and the super cute pharmacy ajumma (grandma) wrote "Lunch" on the bag for me.


Overall, being sick here has been easier than being sick at home: doctors and medicines are cheaper, there are more choices, and offices seem to be run more efficiently (based on this visit and my trip to the hospital for my medical exam back in August). The big downside for me, however, was that I didn't know what was happening most of the time. I don't like that I'm taking medicine that I have no information about. But, since I got the prescription, I have been getting better every day, so I guess I'll just keep taking the mystery medication and hope for the best!

Monday, October 22, 2012

In sickness and in health

So today was pretty miserable due to my headache, extremely runny nose, and Korea's general lack of Kleenex. For some reason, I've found most people and places consider napkins or toilet paper to double as a nose-blowing receptacle. It's convenient, but a little rough on the nose.

The kids seemed to pick up on my low energy and were fairly calm; I didn't have too much prep work to do, either, so I was thankful for that. I did find myself feeling bitter about the responsibility and obligations that come with being a grown-up, instead wishing I could go home early or take a nap under a table somewhere at the very least. This full-time job thing takes some getting used to...

Luckily, another teacher recommended a pharmacy to me and even escorted me there after work. Pharmacies are really common here (I've counted five within a two-minute walking radius of my home) and are like American drug stores without the cards, food, and office supplies. They have everything from specialized medicine to bug bite cream to vitamin C-laced drinks.

Anyway, at the pharmacy, I butchered some Korean phrases while pointing to where it hurt, and the pharmacist fired away: "Common cold? Nose? Head? Throat?" She came back with a box and I mimed, "Will this make me sleep?" She flitted away again and came back with a combo pack of day and night medicine (it's color-coded and everything). A week's worth of day and night pills was less than $6. Also, I should note at this point that I just took one of the nighttime bad boys so if this gets weird, my apologies.

Another strange medicine-related thing I've noticed: it is quite common and unremarkable for Koreans to visit the hospital. Your foot hurts? Go to the hospital. You coughed once? Go to the hospital. Fever? Hospital. In fact, when I was here in 2011, a friend of mine went to the hospital for a fever and came back with an IV bag she carried around the rest of the night. The other teachers urged me to go to the hospital today, but we'll see if I can fight this with some hot soup and quality (read: drug-induced) sleep first. Not that I'm afraid to get a shot in the butt, but I'd like to avoid it if at all possible.

I have to get better quickly though because this weekend my friend and I are supposed to tour the DMZ, and there's Halloween fun to be had in Seoul! I hope you are all staying healthy as the weather changes!

Sunday, October 21, 2012

I'm getting sick, and my brain can't think of a title

Mission: internet -- accomplished.
Mission: weekend off -- postponed.
Mission: Halloween costume -- still in the giraffe-ting stages, but the rest of the costume isn't a tall order.

Despite purposefully not making plans for this weekend, I ended up going out with some friends last night and am paying for it today. My semi-cold that's been sticking around evolved into a full-blown illness today. So I'm going to try to get some sleep now.

Allow me to make up for not writing more with these gems from the Halloween store I visited today. You are welcome.

Gotta watch out for those darn puuk rackers, especially the ones with the blue mustaches.

Why the blackface, Korea? WHY?!

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Moving on up

Success! I am finally unpacked and moved into my new apartment! Some of the upgrades include: hot, cold, and warm water on demand; space for activities/house guests; better location; HUGE closets; neighbors who are teachers at my school; nicer and more helpful staff; and did I mention water? It was quite a stressful move, but now that I'm settling in, I feel much better about this place. In fact, I could live here for a few years... Just kidding, Mom. (But seriously.)

The only thing lacking is the internet (coming Saturday) and a desk and chair, which seems superfluous, but I don't have anywhere to sit and eat besides the floor. I could also use a chair to reach my clothes in my super huge closet. It's that big. You could fit all the gay guys from Glee in there. Actually, that would make me really happy. I wonder what they would sing to deal with their predicament... I'm sure it would be magical.

Before the big move, I attended a couple of festivals in Gwangju, as planned. The Kimchi Festival was a great experience. My favorite parts were making the kimchi -- with one-on-one help from an adjumma (grandma/kimchi guru) -- and tasting white kimchi in the form of a kimbap roll. (I'll add pictures later.) It was a bit sour and a lot less spicy; it was delicious!

The kimchi I made is safely sealed in my (super huge) closet, fermenting away. I'll let you know how it tastes in a few months!

I'll be sure to write more when I get internet at home on Saturday!

Friday, October 12, 2012

Excessive violence and a new address

My internet has been hit or miss this evening, so I'm going to make this quick.

At school, we've been having a problem with a handful of kids (really one in particular) hitting, kicking, and all-around being too rough with each other. It's fun until someone gets hurt -- then it's trying to explain who hit whom in broken English with tears and snot running down your face -- which is decidedly less fun.

It's gotten to the point where we don't know what else to do. The VP is going to sit down both our classes on Monday and have a talk with them about why they're here and our expectations. I guess it couldn't hurt, but she hasn't asked us what to say or what rules we have in place; and I hate not knowing what's going on... it seems like the interpreted versions of conversations are always so edited. Also, her primary concern is attendance (aka money), which doesn't really align with our values at this point. I guess we'll see what happens.

Other than the rough housing during break times, I've been loving school. I don't know what it is, but some days I just feel like a real teacher. And man, when a student finally gets something -- it's just so thrilling. I bet they think I'm crazy, how excited I get over things that must seem so little to them. It makes me want to be a better teacher, if only to get more of these moments.

Currently, I'm busy packing up all my stuff because I'm getting a new apartment Monday! The school administrators and I have been in a month-long battle with the landlords over my water issues, resulting in the admins finally breaking their contract in order to move me. The good news is I will (probably... more than likely... it couldn't happen twice, right?) have water! The bad news is I have to move out of my apartment before school and I can't move into the new place until after school the same day.

So I'll essentially be homeless for a few hours during the day, but the other teachers have been really helpful. I don't know what I would've done without them. The few hours I'll be in town this weekend will be spent packing up my stuff and hauling it over to their apartments, but it'll all be worth it to take a real shower Monday night! I'll actually be living right across the hall from one of the other teachers and a floor below another -- not sure if that'll be good or bad; only time will tell.

Tomorrow, I'm headed back down to Gwangju for the Kimchi Festival and other assorted goings-on. I can't wait! Since I bought a train ticket earlier this week, my travel will be much easier, but it also means sticking to a schedule, which can be stressful. So instead of stressing out, I'm going to get some sleep now, and be a happy camper/traveler tomorrow!

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

North Korean noodles and quiz bowl after-effects

It's Tuesday, and it's already been a long week. This weekend, I went out with some friends in Seoul and got to eat a lot of good food including more Korean barbecue and North Korean-style noodles called naengmyeon. Overall, I think naengmyeon was a totalitarian success: the cold broth dictated the great flavor of the dish while the beef violently oppressed the crunchiness of the pears. The meal was a little short for my taste, though...

Since my friends were older and preferred lesser-known places, we spent Saturday evening jumping from bar to restaurant, eating and drinking like only Koreans can. They also took me to a traditional Korean market where so many people were gathered with the same mission. It was nice to have three Korean tour guides, as opposed to just trying to figure things out.

After such a nice weekend, Monday was a bit rough. The kids all seemed to have their heads on backwards after our two-day week. This was especially true for the elementary students because another teacher and I put on a Quiz Bowl activity day for them on Friday.

We spent the past month preparing for the Quiz Bowl by each focusing on one storybook; mine was The Lion and the Mouse, based on Aesop's fable. Then on Friday, we played a total of four games with the two classes combined. It was a lot of fun, but very exhausting at the same time and it thrust the kids out of their routines, which I think we're paying for now.

Teaching in general seems to be getting more stressful. I'm not sure if I'm putting more pressure on myself or if the kids are just getting used to me or what, but it's been a tough few days at the front of the classroom. One of the most difficult things for me is just having a clear goal in mind. I have no idea what my endgame is at this school or with these classes. Hopefully this week I can take a beat to figure that out and refocus my energy and my lessons.

In other news, my school signed a contract for a new apartment for me! My water has been acting up since I got here, and we've been going back and forth with the landlord about what the issue is so they decided just to end the lease and move me. I'm excited to move -- I'll be in a building with two of the other teachers -- but nervous for any new problems it might bring. I guess we'll see on Monday when I move!

I'm also looking forward to this weekend because I'm going back down to Gwangju for the Kimchi World Culture Festival! Yay kimchi!

Friday, October 5, 2012

May 18 National Cemetery

As I mentioned previously, over Chuseok vacation I was able to visit Gwangju and a few historical sites. For me, the most striking was a memorial we visited Monday morning on the north side of the city. The site is officially called the May 18th National Cemetery and was built to honor those who died or went missing during the democratic uprisings of 1980.

Our incredible experience was completely due to our tour guide: upon our arrival, we had gone to the information booth to ask for a pamphlet or whatnot and this man ended up being our personal English-speaking guide through the museum, monument, cemetery, and other sites. In fact, he attended the university where the protests began in Gwangju and gave his first-hand account of the events as we learned about them. He even gave us a private room to watch the English version of the history video played in the museum. We later found out he is an English teacher and just volunteers at the monument on the weekends and holidays, which I think speaks to the pride he takes in this piece of history.

Okay, here's my humble, abridged understanding of the history (read more here): Talks of democracy had popped up in South Korea for many years, but the assassination of authoritarian President Park Chung-hee in 1979 brought new fervor and urgency to the movement. The succeeding leader imposed emergency military law, shutting down the universities, banning any political activities, and taking control of the press.

Gwangju in particular was a hotbed of unrest due to past injustices mostly based on the city's location in the resource-rich southern province. The declaration of martial law further instigated the people of Gwangju, especially the students and professors at Chonnam National University (where our tour guide was a student at the time).  As a result, they gathered peacefully at the university gates on May 18 to demonstrate and rally against the martial law. (Note: the Gwangju World Music Festival was held at this university; I walked through those gates.)

As the number of protesters grew, paratroopers were sent to Gwangju to suppress the rebellion and they quickly turned to violence, using clubs and bayonets on the unarmed citizens. The first civilian death was on May 20. His is the first grave in the cemetery. As word of the violence spread throughout the city, a parade of people, cars, and buses converged on the troops and were met with tear gas and weapons. 

On May 21, the army was ordered to open fire on protesters outside the provincial office. Later that day, protesters began raiding police stations and army vehicles in order to arm themselves. As the peaceful protesters evolved into a militia, the troops retreated into the outskirts of the city and blocked off its supply routes and communication lines, leaving the people cut off from the outside world.

Our tour guide pointed out that at this time, the regime that was in power purported the events in Gwangju as an outburst of communist supporters, distorting the facts and watering down the violence. To this day, the numbers of the dead and wounded are disputed; "official" reports put the death toll just under 200, but some sources estimate between 1,000 and 2,000 people were killed over the 10-day period.

 Gravestones mark the tombs of those killed in the massacre. There are also gravestones (sans tombs) for those missing. In a building off to the side, a portrait of each known victim is displayed.

A huge source of (rightful) pride for the Korean people is that as the blockade drew on for seven days, the people came together in every way. Food was shared with nothing expected in return, committees formed to take care of the sick and wounded, and apart from the police and army supply stations, there was no looting or crime -- even the banks were left unscathed.

Finally, on May 27 the army gave the civilian militias an ultimatum: disarm yourselves or we will attack. The Korean people stood for what they believed and were soon overtaken. More than 1,300 people were arrested and held responsible for the uprising, including seven people put to death and 12 life sentences.

As the Korean people learned the truth about the events in Gwangju, the president's legitimacy wavered. Calls for democracy continued, and seven years later the country held its first election.

It was surreal to hear about such historic events from someone who witnessed them first hand, but it was an honor to learn about the courage and pride of these people. It's an experience I will not soon forget.

The memorial was designed to look like two hands holding an egg, a symbol of new life.

Since the powers that be long denied the atrocities that took place in Gwangju, this memorial and cemetery was only built in 1997. Until that time, the bodies were carried in trucks to mass graves, then placed in a municipal cemetery. At long last, the victims have been acknowledged as such and are honored for their bravery with this memorial, cemetery, and museum in the city for which they fought.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

My Chuseok Vacation in Gwangju and Ansan

I can't believe it's October! At least I said goodbye to September with a bang. As you know, Chuseok was this weekend so I've been off school for five whole days. Here's what happened.

Saturday: Around 1 in the afternoon, I left my house and found my way to the Suwon bus terminal and  bought a bus ticket to Gwangju. I pretty quickly realized that heading south from Seoul on a holiday weekend was not my greatest idea. My three-hour bus ride ended up being a six-hour bus extravaganza that involved getting lost and watching a Korean dating show in which the couple dressed in full-body character suits and jumped on a trampoline. Things got weird around the four-hour mark...

By the time I made it to Gwanju, caught a bus downtown, and found my friends, it was nearly 9 p.m. and a quite appropriate time to drown my travel hardships. I proceeded to do just that. Between the four of us, the hotel room was pretty cheap and I slept like a drunk baby who'd been traveling for 8 hours.

Sunday: After downing some soup for breakfast, we headed for the Gwangju Biennale (which I learned is an Italian word for something that happens every two years). The Biennale turned out to be a five-gallery exhibition of art including paintings, sculpture, video, multi-media, and various forms of interactive art. I could've easily spent all day there. A lot of my photos didn't turn out, but here's two exhibits I particularly liked. There were more than a dozen photos in the building exhibit and the hanging pictures from the Indian women's protests were huge. Both were interesting and humbling.




After the Biennale, we were pretty beat, so we grabbed this delicious concoction -- pizza in a cone -- and took a rest.

Behold, a cone of dough filled with pizza toppings. So. Much. Good.

Later, we decided to see a movie. English movie choices here are pretty limited, so we saw "Ted" with Mark Wahlberg. I think I would've liked this movie had I seen it in America, but for some reason, seeing it in a theatre filled with people who don't get the references or the type of humor wasn't the best atmosphere. I found myself feeling ashamed (especially with the drug, sexual, and racial elements) and wanting to let all the Koreans know this isn't really what America is like. Although I'm sure most of them know it's highly exaggerated, I also know we form a lot of misconceptions based on movies and media in general. I was pretty uncomfortable in actuality. But I did still laugh a good deal. Let's be real: Seth MacFarlane is a comedic genius. And he's hosting the Oscars next year! It will definitely be interesting...