Vietnam

The first part of my travels began in Vietnam. Before leaving Korea I met up with friends for coffee and unexpectedly ran into my Korean friend, who bought me coffee packets and bananas for my long travels. I then went and slept for a bit.

My bus left around 4 am to Incheon. I arrived and could check in immediately. I had to fly to Guangzho, China and from China to Ho Chi Minh. This airport in China is MUCH better than that stupid airport in Shanghai (I will forever hate Shanghai). I arrived to Ho Chi Minh sometime in the early evening, walked out of the airport, saw my friend and the other girl traveling with us and was immediately happy to be sweating.

When I left Gwangju it was snowing and then I arrived to Vietnam and it was so hot. Love! We took a taxi, but since I just arrived and was exhausted I wasn't prepared to make decisions. Our driver definitely ripped us off. We paid WAY too much for the short taxi ride (and then he asked for a tip...damn you!) We found our hotel immediately. It was a really nice place. I booked a room with 3 beds, the picture showed 3 beds and my paper said the same. They gave me a room with a double bed and a single bed and then said thats what I booked. I had proof, they didn't care. Whatever.

I spent 8 days in Ho Chi Minh, turns out that's far too many days in one city. I should have explored more. Halong Bay or Hoi An...anything.

My first meal in VIetnam was beef pho. It was delicious. Really delicious. The food was spectacular all week long. From carmelized pork, curries, fried rice, to the Vietnamese coffee and smoothies. I was happy.

On the top of my agenda was to have some clothes made. I had a really nice coat made that I've been wearing everyday. Finally a dress coat that fits perfect! I had two dresses and a pair of pants made. I wore the dress in Thailand. It's a little big, so I'll have to have it altered. But they are cute and I'm happy.

The big challenge in Vietnam was crossing the street. It was terrifying each time. I was so scared that I would be run over by a motorbike and be stuck in a hospital. Within a few days I got to be really good at judging when to cross, but when I was too nervous usually some friendly policemen would come over, stop traffic and walk me across the road. I felt like a little kid, but hey I was SAFE and that's what matters.

I explored much of the city and found it to be really beautiful. But again, I could have spent less time there.

I did two day trips. The first one was to the Mekong Delta. It seems this is a popular day trip for many people. The Mekong being a famous waterway and all. I found the tour to be way too touristy and rather, boring. It really didn't wow me much and I could have skipped it altogether.

The other day trip was to a temple and the Cu Chi Tunnels. Before I signed up for the other trip, my friend and I asked for suggestions on the best one. For whatever reason we just decided to do the full day tour without getting opinions. Terrible idea. It was at least a 4 hour bus ride to this temple and it was... mediocre at best. I've seen so many temples, some boring, some okay and others spectacular. After the temple in Taiwan, nothing will compare.

So anyway, we wandered this temple for like 30 minutes, yeah, 4 hour ride for 30 minutes there. We watched monks praying and then left. Then we went for food. The food was delicious, spring rolls and beef fried noodles. YUM!

After that we had another 2 hour ride to the Cu Chi Tunnels. This area was the site for VietCong guerillas as hiding spots, there are elaborate underground tunnels and tons of booby traps. They show videos describing the area and the war. It boasts about VietCong troops that killed the most Americans, calling them heroes. You can read more about the tunnels here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cu_Chi_tunnels

Anyway, we walked around the paths through the woods and were shown different (and terrifying) booby traps or hiding spots. There was a spot with a sign that said "B52 bomb crater" It was interesting.

Finally we arrived to the actual tunnels. They told us we were allowed to crawl through them. There were at least 6 exit spots. I was first in line behind the guard who had a flashlight. We went down one set of stairs. You could still stand, then we went down another set. By the next set we were bent over. The guard stops, shines the light on the steps and tells me to go. I started going along, and realize I need to crouch down even more. My bag was rubbing on the top of the tunnel... I began to get really nervous and scared. The tunnel was getting smaller in places. You could only see darkness, but were able to easily find your way along. My heart was beating really fast and all I wanted to do was turn around and get out.. but that was impossible. There was no way I was going to maneuver to turn around in such a small place. Eventually, I saw light and went out as quick as possible. Fresh air... woah. I'm not cut out for that. Scary.

Other people on the tour kept going, my friend crawled to the 2nd to last exit spot. She said it got even smaller as it went along. Other people who went to the end said they were crawling on their hands and knees and had to squeeze through in some parts. I'm happy I was first in line, being behind other people or sandwiched in would have terrified me even more. But being first in line was just as scary.

Vietnam is a beautiful country and I hope to go back sometime to explore more of it. Not to mention eat more food. :)

Cambodia and a funeral

The second part of my vacation through South East Asia was Cambodia. Originally I had planned to go to Laos, as I was told it was a safer place. But since I was in Ho Chi Minh (Saigon). It was easier and closer to head to Cambodia.

I got an early bus from Vietnam to Phnom Penh. I was really nervous to go to Cambodia, friends had told me it wasn't very safe there. I wasn't sure what to expect. But while on a day trip, I met these two really nice ladies. They were teaching at an orphanage in Cambodia and talked highly of the country. Then an older couple joined us and started going on about how Cambodia was their favorite country. This made me feel reassured and excited to check it out!

Beef fried noodles and a strawberry smoothie

It was a little over a 5 hour ride to Cambodia. We had to stop at the border and apply for visas, but the bus company has someone on board to do all the work. It was a really easy and quick process. We (I say 'we' because I was with another girl. more on her later). arrived to Phnom Penh, were dropped on the side of the road and immediately bombarded with tuk tuk drivers. Feeling overwhelmed and not wanting to be taken advantage I walked away from them. An older gentleman asked where I was headed and I told him, turns out he was going to the same place. We argued for a decent price on the tuk tuk ride, a dollar each. Not a lot to us, but that was 12,000 riels for him, a very pricey ride! We still had to walk about 10 minutes to the hostel anyway because the road was closed.

I traveled in Vietnam with two girls, the one girl, Kat, joined me to Cambodia. It was really challenging. She is kind of a strange girl, doesn't really know how to act around people, very nervous acting and really has no personality. Not a great travel partner.

Temple

Chicken Fried Rice 

Anyway, we were pre-warned in Vietnam, the week we were going to be in Cambodia was the week of the king's burial! All the roads near where I stayed were blocked off and there was tons of police and military guarding the streets. Huge groups of people were gathering everywhere. Monday was the official burial day, in Phnom Penh. So pretty much everything was closed. We got an awesome firework show and could walk around the city, but do little else. I didn't even get to see the palace! But it was cool to be in the city while this important part of their history was taking place. There were families having picnics everywhere, watching the broadcast of the celebrations/the kings life.

Clock in Phnom Penh

Next we were off to Siem Reap, which meant another 5 hour bus ride. This ride was very hot and uncomfortable, in a "mini bus". The hostel that I booked had free pick ups from the bus terminal or airport. So, I had a friendly man waiting at the bus stop holding a sign with my name on it. The hostel was pretty amazing. Run by two foreigners, incorporating everything in this building that backpackers need and extras for us to enjoy. Like a swimming pool, reading rooms, tv rooms, massages, yoga, a bar and cafe. It was a really awesome place. One of the best places I've ever stayed at!

Angkor Wat

As soon as I got settled in the room I met a really nice girl named Lucy. Lucy ended up hanging out with me the rest of the week. Which was awesome to have someone to chat with! Wednesday we were up bright and early for a trip to Angkor Wat. I purchased the 3 day pass in hopes that I would get to see as much as possible. We were walking around in the heat from 10 am until 7 pm. Longest day ever. Lots of climbing steep stairs. We even stayed to watch the sunset, which was overly talked about and not that impressive. But Angkor Wat is pretty amazing to see in person.

Angkor Wat

Angkor Wat

Bayon Tree

Thursday I considered a late afternoon trip to Angkor Wat, but exhaustion had caught up with me from the last week and a half. So instead of going out in the terrible heat, I read and napped... preparing myself for another week of travels. I did enjoy a fantastic lunch at this cute little restaurant. I can't remember the name of the place, but it was started by a Swiss couple. They hire orphans and teach them new skills to help them in the future. All of these orphans were being kicked out of the system because of age. They have housing, have classes, do all the cooking, cleaning and serving at this restaurant. It's really cool and the food is delicious! Friday we went back to Angkor Wat to watch the sunrise... and guess what... cloudy morning. Ha! Just my luck. The day was spent with some new friends wandering the streets. Later in the evening we all had dinner together, because the next day we were parting ways (but really, EVERYONE was headed to Bangkok).

Angkor Wat Sunrise

Meeting other travelers in hostels is one of the best things about traveling. It's amazing that if you are on a long trip how you can run into the same people each place you go. But also how quickly you can fall into conversation with them, like you've been friends all along. Sometimes you just need someone to relate to and people are so much more open to friendships when you are all traveling.

another delicious meal

I love Siem Reap and would 100% go back. It was nothing like I expected. I was expecting a dirty, run down country where I would feel completely unsafe. But as soon as I arrived I met friendly people and was surprised by the beauty of the country. You really can't judge a place until you see if for yourself. Everyone has their own opinion of places. Several friends have told me Bangkok is a dirty and terrible place. But I saw nothing but friendly people and the beauty of it. I guess it depends where you go. If you stay in the 'backpacker' area you're never going to be able to fully enjoy the country. I'm so thankful to my friends for showing me the REAL Bangkok.

Vacation Part 1: Thailand and High School Reunion

Thailand was the last stop of my vacation through South East Asia and the part I was looking forward to most. Unfortunately I was stressing out quite a bit. While in Cambodia at Angkor Wat (great timing!) I got a phone call. Apparently my "approved" vacation was just a yes to blow me off. My co-teacher failed to inform me about graduation week. I've said it before, the man is USELESS.

I arrived to Thailand by a short 55 minute flight from Siem Reap. I could have chosen the cheaper way by doing a taxi to the border and then a 15 hour train ride. But I've had enough long rides, I just wanted to arrive. After walking out into the airport I waited around for a short period of time before I was greeted with a big smile and a "HI MEGAN!!" Pat and Kan had come to the airport to pick me up. I was so excited to see them again. It had been 9 years since I last saw them, after graduating high school.

Kan, Pat and I at the Palace.. and my sweet getup to be appropriate

Kan drove his car to pick me up, I met his girlfriend Khem and the four of us were off. They first drove me to my hostel and where I checked in. Then we were off for the day. First we went for food. They ordered a bunch of random things for me to try everything. We ate and enjoyed great conversations.

Afterwards they took me to the palace. It was really hot and I had to wear a bright pink shirt and wrap because my dress was too short and the sleeves weren't long enough. The palace was beautiful but it was the hottest day, EVER. And to think it's Thailands "cool season" yeah, right. We walked around the whole palace. It was really beautiful, finally we decided it was too hot and moved on. As I was walking back past the tourist police officer, he gave a little chuckle at my silly outfit.

Next we went to Wat Pho. One of the more famous temples. Also really beautiful. Thai temples are really gorgeous and beautifully decorated. We finally were off to an air conditioned place, the mall. We didn't shop, but we did sit and snack on some sweet treats. Immediately after, we went to dinner. Operation eat everything on day 1: success.

Wat Pho

Pat and I went to a few shops and then she had her mom pick us up and drive me back to my hostel. It was a really great reunion.

Khem and I at the palace

Sunday I woke up late and took my time getting around. Sunday morning was spent with Pat and her mom. We had a delicious lunch of food from Northern Thailand. We spent a nice day together and then met up with Kan and Khem for one last dinner together. It was a really great, but short two days with old friends. I'm happy that I've stayed in contact with them these past 9 years.

Part of the Palace 

Mara and Katie finally made it to Thailand to meet me and I was really excited to see them! Monday morning we were off bright and early for a trip to Koh Chang, an island 5 hours from Bangkok (well, 5 hours, an hour ferry ride and an hour taxi ride). The bus ride was not bad. We were supposed to be picked up and taken to the ferry. We were picked up and driven to an undisclosed 'holding cell' (and by that I mean out in the middle of nowhere place with not very friendly people changing our tickets. They kept us there for about an hour. A german lady fought them and they took her back to the main ferry (which turns out was MUCH faster and shorter than our location. Finally, the took us to the ferry and we were off. An hour later we got to land and met a very sketchy/mean taxi driver. We didn't want to get in the taxi, but had no choice. He drove us about two minutes and then stopped. Holding cell number 2? We weren't too sure. Finally lovely Katie yells at to the head honcho... "Hey brother, what's going on" "Wait, ferry. More people"  OH yeah.. more money. It's cool we haven't been traveling for 12 hours.

We finally arrived to our destination and after 5 minutes turned our 3 day stay into a week long one. Our room was the 'family room' pretty much next to the cafe area. Two big beds, air con, fridge, nice bathroom. It was a good choice.

the ladies at our cottages cafe... sweet view and hammocks

We were exhausted and went to the bed early, by early I mean like 8 pm. Around 1:30 am I woke up to use the bathroom. I saw something scurry... I froze. I looked again "oh man. a cockroach!" I quietly said, in hopes that the girls would wake up and save me. I quickly shut the door and waited... Okay... try again.. It starts running down the wall. "Oh god, it's a cockroach the size of a dog!"

Mara wakes up "aw man, really? I have to pee though" She stands at the door, hopping up and down. "Don't open the door, it'll escape!" I said. We both stared at the door... Now what? Katie half wakes up "guys, it's just a cockroach! We have them in our house all the time. They are like, the cleanest bugs. It's okay" Okay, Ms. South Africa. "But Katie, it's the size of a dog!" I said. "Fine, do you want me to kill it?" Mara and I both yell.. YES! Katie jumps up, flings open the bathroom door. "Holy crap! That IS the size of a dog!" She walks over and grabs her hiking boots. Casually walks back to the bathroom, "you know these things can fly". Really Katie, just fuel the fire more. She walks into the bathroom, one swing. Not dead its still moving. Another few blows and the thing is dead. Relief. She throws the shoe down. "You guys deal with that!" and she crawls back in bed. Mara, jumps into the bathroom, cleans the bug up and then heads back to bed. I go to use the bathroom... "Oh and please remove my shoes from the killing fields." Katie adds.. No problem, Katie.

We go to sleep. I have visions of more cockroaches coming into the room. We wake up at the same time. "Hey guys, can we just talk about what happened last night" As we all start giggling and naming our dead enemy, Samuel.

green curry. DELICIOUS

The rest of the week proved to be a good time. Wake up late, eat, lay on the beach, get a massage on the beach, eat, walk, shower, eat, go to bed. Repeat.

We were talked into going on a boat for 3 hours. Somehow this didn't register to us as a TERRIBLE idea. We agreed. 3 hours on a boat squid fishing. We must have been half asleep when we said yes. A 3 hour tour didn't work out so well for Gilligan and Skipper, why would it for us? And squid fishing. We all HATE fishing and squid... EVEN WORSE. It was a terrible 3 hours. But out of it came a few friends. We met this really great family, who we would end up talking to all week and even see at a rest stop on the way to Bangkok. Never again will I squid fish (technically I just watched.)

Valentine's Day with Mara and Katie

Ginger and honey roasted duck... AMAZINGLY GOOD

the last sunset on Koh Chang

 
 Before heading to the airport, I ate mango sticky rice. BEST THING EVER. Too bad I only ate it for the first time before I left the country. Silly decisions.

2013, it will be a great year

Happy 2013 friends, family and strangers! I hope you all had a good start to 2013. Here's to a new year of friends, family, adventures and happiness!

I have a lot to write about so I'll just break things up.

School

This past semester was a challenging one with the students. They were rude, disrespectful to me and just didn't want to listen. It's frustrating. But I made it through and in the end, the kids still managed to win me over. I really love these kids, the brats that they are, make my job so fun. 

My friend from home is an English teacher at Muncy. Her students are 9th graders, but we decided to attempt having my kids and her kids be pen pals. Her students wrote letters first, since its easier for them. I had to finish other lessons first and then presented the letters to my students. I read them to the kids and let them ask questions about what kids said in the letter and showed them pictures from Pennsylvania. I was really surprised by how excited my students at Geumcheon were, ie, my first graders that had been a terror all semester. About 14-20 students in each class wrote letters. My 2nd graders (8th graders) at Bannam wrote the most interesting letters. They didn't need my help and wrote full pages. At Geumcheon the letters were set up the same way, I basically had to write them and let the kids fill in their own information.
I'm excited for the kids to receive the letters at Muncy and to get letters back!

The end of the semester came quickly. The last few weeks of classes ended up being canceled for one reason or another. So, my official last classes with my 3rd graders turned out to be very anti-climatic. At Bannam, I don't even think they realized it was our last class together. They were great kids. I think I will be most sad to say goodbye to the 2nd graders at Bannam. I don't even want to think about it.

Bannam 2nd (8th) graders and my co-teacher Miae

my favorite girls... They also run up to me give me hugs and tell me they love me.

My energetic 3rd (9th) graders

Life, ie.. home and friends 

It's amazing how much things in Gwangju have changed. You know that point in University when you go to the bars, look around and realize you've been there so long all your old friends have left and now it's all new people.. That's Gwangju these days. Most of my friends have packed their bags and moved on home to other things, going back to school, job searching, etc. I know we can't stay here forever, well we can, but most won't. Change is a good thing, but boy do I miss those friends and the fun times we used to have together. I rarely go out anymore and when I do, I'm home and in bed by 1 am. It's usually just an okay time. Nothing I would be overly excited to stay out until 6 am for, that's for sure. 

My new apartment is really nice. I'm kind of figuring the bus times out.. though sometimes I'm being charged extra which is annoying. But anyway, the new home is good. A pink "brothel" if you will (my friend said this, my mom agreed) 

Christmas was pretty low key. Not much of a big deal here. Spent the weekend celebrating with the Naju crew and had the most amazing Christmas dinner at the foreign restaurant. TURKEY, TURKEY people, they gave us turkey! It's been 3 years since I've eaten it. My belly was happy.. 

Christmas Eve I worked and that evening Blair made dinner for him and I. We skyped with his girlfriend and her family and then I skyped with my family. I slept at Blairs and on Christmas morning we gave each other presents. Then I made pancakes and bacon. Danielle showed up and we spent the day watching Christmas movies and eating fried chicken. Nothing special, but a good time anyway. 

New Years, Danielle and I headed to another town, Jeonju to hang out with 2 of our guy friends. We had way too much soju and it was a completely anti-climatic night ending about 1 am... The next day was super rough for Danielle and I... Sadly, we could not fully enjoy the country style ham, grits and eggs our friend made us. 

Travel

So the most exciting part of this post.. my next adventure. I'm beyond excited. 16 days and I'm headed to South East Asia. Finally!!! I officially booked everything today. Hostels, all flights, I'm ready to go. I will fly to Ho Chi Minh to spend a week with 2 other girls from Naju. After exploring and having a new wardrobe made (YEAH!) one of the girls and I will move on over Cambodia, first Phnom Penh for 3 days. Then up to Siem Reap. We will check out Angkor Wat (no duh) and find other things in the city to do. Then I will fly to Bangkok. I'm most excited about Thailand. I arrive in Bangkok a day and a half before my two friends, Katie and Mara.

 I will be spending that time with Pat and Kan. Pat and Kan are Thai, my senior year of high school they were exchange students. I spent a good amount of that year with both of them. After they went back home we stayed in contact for the first few years. Kan would call at holidays and it was always so great to get news from them. Finally, after 9 years I will see them again in their hometown. I told them I don't want to go to the tourist sites. I'd rather be shown what they enjoy doing. Really, I just want to sit in a park, with lots of Thai food, spending the day catching up on our lives. I'm so excited, if you can't tell. Maybe the reunion won't be that great, maybe it'll be awkward. But after all this time, we still kept in contact, it will be so nice to  be shown their motherland. 

After 2 days with them, Katie, Mara and I will head to some island. I really don't know the name, to be honest. But I do know this is where we stay the first few nights. A nice quiet little bungalow over-looking the ocean. Yes please! Then we will move to a chill little bungalow right on the beach and live like hippies for a few days. Katie and I are on the same flight back to Seoul. I get home 2 days before I have to go back to desk warming. But, I'll just be thinking of this paradise. About 9 days lazing on the beaches of Thailand, sipping cocktails, getting tan, enjoying company with 2 fantastic friends... I'm not really sure life gets better than this. 

I'm really a very fortunate person. I know anyone can do what I'm doing. All it takes is an adventurous spirit to pack your bags and move to a new country to work, of course an open mind is important, too. But so many people have reasons of why they can't go abroad. Personally, I say WHY NOT. There's so many options, so many places to be explored, so many people to meet, stories waiting to be told. I love the adventures I am able to go on. I'm spending 3 weeks in 3 different countries for my winter vacation. I'm so excited and it always makes me wonder why more people don't travel. I can't stop, I don't want to stop. 

I'm lucky to have a family that supports my choice of living abroad. Lucky that they aren't angry that it's been 2 years since we've seen each other in person. Lucky that they aren't angry that I've missed every important holiday for the past 3 years. So to my amazing family, thank you for supporting me living so far from you. I love you and miss you tremendously. <3 div="div" nbsp="nbsp">

Christmas dinner at the foreign restaurant. 

Couple set Christmas sweater tradition.. Also, we ate too much.

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my new home.. it looks super pink, but in person its not this bad.

Life

Oh hey December, when did you arrive?

I've been meaning to update the blog world on the latest happenings, but for some reason or another it got moved to the "I'll do this later" pile... much like exercise. 

We will start with Thanksgiving. Last year my good friend Alushia and I had our own private Thanksgiving party. It was small and we whipped up whatever we could, in hopes that it felt like home. This year however I decided to host a Thanksgiving potluck. My apartment was spacious enough and I had an oven, so I knew we could make it into a great feast. About 20 people showed up to my place with an assortment of dishes. We had everything from lots of chicken, mac and cheese, sweet potatoes (with bacon, onions and syrup), stuffing, hummus, cheese and fruit platters, salads, zucchini lasagna, cheddar biscuits, and wine. So much wine. It was an incredible feast with a lot of really great people. Thanksgiving is by far my favorite holiday. This is the 3rd year I've missed Thanksgiving at home. I'm really thankful for my friends in Korea that helped make this year superb. After eating our ways to a food coma, as is tradition, we headed to the local "western" bar to continue drinking. After a few rounds of beer, we decided it was time for the noraebang room. Luckily the bar had its very own room and we all filed in to sing for a few hours. Having 15 foreigners show up at once is very overwhelming for these Korean bartenders in Naju. I'm pretty good friends with the manager of the bar so I made sure to warn him ahead of time to expect us. It was exciting to share the holiday with friends from the States, Canada, South Africa, New Zealand and England. Even better sharing it for the first time with a few friends. 

School has been frustrating lately, between my students and my co-teacher, things have just been.. typical Korea, I guess you can say. Between my students being off the wall crazy/disrespectful to the lack of communication/understanding of my co-teacher. A month ago my co-teacher told me I had to move. There was already a new apartment for me and I had to pick the day I wanted to move. "Never" was my answer. I stayed in Naju for several reasons, one being I loved my apartment (and HATE moving). I had no choice in the matter of moving, no say, I was told I had to leave my home and go somewhere else. I loved my spacious apartment and the location was unbeatable. With having to catch a 7:20 am bus to my country school every morning, the 7 minute walk to and from the terminal was great. Sadly, my new apartment was farther from the "downtown" meaning I will have to take 2 buses to school every morning. I asked my co-teacher to talk to someone in Naju office of Education and explain that this move was not convenient and they were moving me farther from my friends. He kind of just chuckled and went about his business. So for a month I was angry, angry that I had to move, angry that my co-teacher refused to help me or make a phone call on my behalf. But also lost, what do I do? I knew nothing. 

I was told the moving company was coming at 3 pm on December 14th to move me. The week leading up to the move was stressful. I hate packing. Friday arrives and of course, it's raining. Putting me in a bad mood, because I'm not sure how this move works. I've never moved in Korea, so I didn't know what to expect. Finally the time arrives, the movers come and have everything nicely packed in the truck in less than an hour. To say they are efficient is an understatement. Then we head over to my new place. It's pink, bright pink. Apparently 'brothel' like (in a cute way, my mom adds). 

The movers got everything in my place and set up and were out of my hair by 5:30. I was alone to start cleaning and organizing and taking it all in. By Saturday afternoon I was completely unpacked and settled (with help from my good friends Blair and Lush). The place is a spacious one room apartment, brand new floors and doors/windows. There's not a single draft and is actually so warm that I have to leave the windows open. I'm on the 6th floor in the middle of other rooms. I'm assuming the Korean students (it's next to the University) have their heat on high, keeping my place extra toasty. I have lots of prepping room for cooking thanks to my kitchen table being next to the small kitchen area and my computer desk is where I keep my oven. It's a great place and I'm actually really happy that I got moved (hello cheaper bills!) The only thing that needs fixed is the toilet that seems to no longer be attached to the floor. It's almost fallen over twice, awkward! 

Today was my first morning waking up a bit earlier to catch 2 different buses to my country school... Unfortunately for me (and my wallet), my alarm was set for pm instead of am. I jumped out of bed at 7:15, threw myself together as quick as possible, ran down 6 flights of stairs, hopped in a cab headed towards the next town overs bus terminal. I arrived at 7:33 threw 10 dollars at the cabbie, not having time to wait for change and took off running only to arrive and realize I missed the bus. (I thought it left at 7:35 am). I stood and stood and stood, waiting for another bus that was supposed to arrive at 7:50. It didn't not come, finally at 8:15 I jumped in a cab to my country school. Had I known I was doing this I could have showered and eaten breakfast. My co-teacher texted me worried, I'm usually at school when everyone else arrives. 

Tomorrow is a new day and another chance at getting it right. 

Oh hey! In other news I'm headed to Vietnam, Cambodia and Thailand for winter vacation. I'm so excited. Soon I'll be finished traveling through Asia and it'll be time to move on to a new continent. <3 div="div" nbsp="nbsp">

Just...relax

Sometimes my students are really frustrating and I try to yell at them, but then there's those certain students who say ridiculous things and I have to do the best I can to get some order/respect in the class. You know the ones, the kids that are really good at pushing your buttons and when you're ready to yell, they turn on the sweetness and say something to make you laugh. Happens a lot to me.

I've learned that keeping my students 5 minutes after class is a good punishment. My first graders start to sweat with nervousness, because they know if they are late to the next class they will be in big trouble. For one, being late and then they will have to explain why the are late. It's great. Since my co-teacher fails to show up to my class (even though he's technically REQUIRED to be there), I have to find ways to motivate, translate and keep control of a very immature group of kids. It's challenging, but I think I'm doing a darn good job. It's funny to watch them stare at the clock, begging me to let them go. "Megan, sorry. Really sorry. Please, go?" Then I have to explain, how they are rude and disrespectful. I know they don't treat the other teachers this way. Why me? I started threatening my 2nd and 3rd graders with holding them late. It's worse for them, both of their classes are right before lunch. No one wants to be late for lunch. It's completely an empty threat. I don't want to be late either! HA!

On Friday all I had to do was stop, point at the board where it said 12:25 in big red letters and wait. The top students took over control of the class. Made everyone be quiet. It was phenomenal. One student, the bad one kept talking. His classmates made him stand in the front of the room with his arms in the air. Having the students manage themselves is awesome.

My co-teacher asked me to give speaking tests to certain kids in each grade. There is an English speaking contest in 2 weeks. Every school has the book from which the questions will be asked. Do you think my students have looked it over? Do you think my co-teacher has worked with them? No. No to it all. He doesn't care. Basically, he's setting them up for failure. He knows our kids won't win. Why put in the extra effort? This angers me. I have so much free time, why, WHY have I not been asked to work with these kids? I was told to take the book and pick the best student from each grade. The book is about Naju, where they live. They couldn't answer any question. I knew they wouldn't be able to, my co-teacher was less than interested. I was so frustrated attempting to ask my 7th graders questions. I threw my hands in the air, "I don't know. I just... I don't... what.. ugh" That's basically what I kept saying... and then there's little DaeMin. "Megan teacher, just...relax. Relax. Ok?" He says this all the time (sometimes he throws in "Shake a leg, Megan!". And then puts his hands in heart form and says "I love you!" Yeah kid.. stop being cute and annoying.

Today I'm at my country school. The students have to do so many hours of volunteer work. Today we went on a walk to pick up garbage. We went last week too. I enjoy going to get out of the building and to talk to the kids. GiSue, one of my 9th graders, really loves talking to me. She was very happy today because she passed the first part of her application to high school. Tomorrow is her interview. She's a really sweet girl. She has low confidence in herself and thinks she is fat and ugly. My students ask me a lot if I think they are beautiful/handsome/cute. I always say yes. Koreans are pretty damn honest, even to kids. "You're fat. You're ugly" Doesn't matter who it's to, they'll say it. I make sure to encourage these kids, they need to hear it more often. Anyway, so I kept telling GiSue that she will do great tomorrow and just go in confident. "Megan, you're so kind. Really, so kind" she said. Soon, 2 8th graders came up. "Oh Megan, why does she get all of your love?!" they said. It made me giggle.

I finally, FINALLY have a Korean tutor. A girl who lives near me chased me down one day to ask if I'd teach her English in exchange, she is teaching me Korean.  She's really sweet and I'm excited that I have a new friend in Naju!

A few weeks ago, my friend and I went to make cucumber kimchi. In our group were 2 twin girls, 14 years old and their mother who assisted us. One was shy and the other very outgoing. Their English was near perfect and they never once went to academy. They just watch American tv shows and learn. I really liked them. They were sweet. The outgoing girl, Eun Seo, took my phone number. Sometimes she sends me texts if she needs help with homework or wants to know when we can meet up. On Saturday she came to the International Community Day to meet up with me. She couldn't stay long, but she was so happy to see me. Her face lit up and she gave me a big hug. She was sad that she only had a few minutes to say hello, but she stood there holding my hand, not wanting to leave. It was the most adorable thing, ever. Her mom made my friend and I organic soap, too. :)

It's cold.

Sometimes I have a lot of stories and things to share and I think to myself, I should go home and write in my blog. But then I get home and I don't... and then I forget the stories I wanted to share. I'll do my best to recount what I really wanted to share.

The other night I was walking home, I was close to my apartment building. I noticed my student in front of me, but I didn't want to scare her, so I just kept walking. She was going to her academy, which happens to be next to my building. Sometimes the boy students at this academy yell out the window at me. The ask me how I am, just say hi, tell me I'm beautiful, anything to say a few words in English. I usually entertain them and talk to them. A few boys started talking to me and my student turned to say hi. The boys began saying she was crazy and ugly. I said "she's very smart and pretty." "Bye!" they yelled and went back to class. In the distance I heard a repeat "bye" from some little voices. I noticed a few kids at the playground, but continued walking to my place. Soon enough I heard the light steps of someone close behind me. I turned to see 5 little boys, they kept a distance from me. I said hi and they all ran up to me. "I'm CRAZY!" one yelled. "I'm crazy!" a second boy yelled. "you're crazy. too? Oh my!" I said. "Hey! Crazy 3" boy one yelled while pointing at another kid. "How are you?" I asked, knowing that these kids did NOT know English. There was lots of giggling as they ran away. I walked into my building and up the stairs. As I looked out the windows on the 2nd floor landing I noticed the little boys trying to figure out what building I walked into. I quickly went into my apartment, I do not want knocks on my door from random children.

My main school is sometimes very frustrating. But on Thursday and Fridays it always makes me smile when I'm about to leave, not only because its the end of the day though. Most of my students go to academy. Several go to the academy next to my building. Several go to a math/English academy near the bus terminal. The bus driver at this academy has been giving me a ride home since I started at this school. At first it was hit or miss. But then it became regular, I moved from the back of the van to the front seat. Recently I began noticing that although all of the students are in the van, he's still waiting. He waits until I walk out and jump in the van before he leaves. "Megan, odeo?" (that's my phonetic spelling of the Korean term meaning, where are you going?) "Seongbuk?" "Yes" I reply and he drives me straight to my apartment. He doesn't have to. I've never asked him to, he does it because he wants to and that means a lot to me. At first I used to walk by the van and he'd wave and say "bus bad!" Now, I just hop in. I know that he is waiting to give me a ride.

In other news, I'm hosting a large Thanksgiving party in 23 days. I'm really excited. So far, 13 people have RSVPed. There's a chance close to 18 people will be at my house. A giant potluck Thanksgiving. I believe that this year will be better than last years. Though last year I had great food and company (Alushia and I), but to be with several close friends with lots of different dishes... yeah it'll be good. I just hope my kitchen light will be fixed by then and the bathroom sink. I'm not holding my breath for both. My co-teacher is kind of useless.

Also, it's only November 1st and it's already REALLY cold. I turned the ondol (floor heat) on last night. I went to bed early just so I could be curled up until lots of blankets. I'm not okay with this. I can't wait for January. I want to be lying on the beaches of Thailand or Bali. Or both.