At my school, students don't change classes each hour, instead teachers do. So teachers have a desk in a teacher room and they go to their different classes to teach when it is their hour to do so. My desk is in the main teacher room. The main teacher room probably has about 50 teacher desks in rows of about 5, divided by department. (I am just now learning that these departments have nothing to do with grade or subject taught but instead have to do with the additional administrative responsibilities of the school, and they change each year - so I might not sit next to these co-workers next year π). I sit next to my main co-teacher and then there are 3 other teachers in my row that I have come to just absolutely adore. The teacher at the end of our row is μ€λ ("Su-ni," self-made nickname she apparently made for me to call her, because when I refer to her as such other teachers always laugh - I guess it's a rather traditional, rural name or something?), she teaches Chinese characters. I am forever grateful to μ€λ because, other than my co-teachers that are required to talk to me because we teach together, she came up to me and initiated conversation, even though her English isn't "perfect," and helps break the ice for others to talk to me, too. μ€λ is very outgoing, kind, and just hilarious. I love her! She always says, "No, no, Bekah, I don't speak English, I speak Konglish" π With my very limited Korean and her fearless English, we can usually understand each other. And together with the other ladies in my area, they communicate to me what is going on when my co-teacher is not there π The other 2 teachers are μν¬ ("Yeong-hui", math teacher) and λͺ λ―Έ ("Myeong-mi", Korean teacher). These three ladies seem to be pretty good friends and they have generously involved me in their little clique. Whenever there are extra-curricular things going on at school, μ€λ is sure to grab me and take me along, which I so appreciate because otherwise I just sit at my desk, and if you know me, you know I love to be involved!
I think my friendship with them really started the second week of work after μ€λ took me to some crafty thing for students at lunch. Apparently it was practice for the city arts and humanities festival on Saturday, September 15th. μ€λ and μν¬ invited me to come help and, of course since I have nothing going on and I love community involvement, I said yes!
Arts and Humanities Festival
μν¬ picked me up from the school on Saturday morning and we went to the festival together. μ€λ, μν¬, and the library teacher (I think they call her Jinny something, maybe μ§ν¬) had a tent where students and children could come and decorate ceramic mugs, have them heated, and the design transfers and actually stays through use and washing! μ€λ and μν¬ learned that I could read νκΈ (Korean alphabet) so they put me in charge of finding students' mugs when they came back to pick them up. They also made students practice their English with me π I had a lot of fun and we all stayed very busy the entire day:
I was able to make a mug at the end, too. I made a Korean flag and wrote the city on it as a little souvenir. I had no idea everyone would be so impressed! All the student volunteers gathered around me to watch me make the Korean flag and compliment my horrible νκΈ writing π
At work on Monday, so many teachers came up to me and told me they heard I helped at the festival and told me great job and all of this praise and stuff... I thought it was kind of odd so I finally asked my co-teacher and friend, ν¬μ , how she knew I had helped at the festival and she informed me that there was an email sent out about it π We use a messenger app at work and obviously it's all in Korean, so I usually only read it if it is from one of my co-teachers whose name I recognize. Now I use Papago every time to see what I'm missing π
The library teacher a message with the above pictures attached, talking about how very impressed and humbled she was to see me, a foreigner, helping in the community and how patriotic she felt seeing my little Korean flag mug:
I get the feeling that many Koreans have very low expectations of foreigners. That's a bold statement so please don't quote me on that, but I feel like my co-workers and co-teachers are impressed by some of the simplest of things, like me trying to learn Korean or me "going out of my way" to help around the school (like talking to students during lunch, or offering to help if I can) ...all these things that I just think you are supposed to do when you want to be a contributing member of your workplace and/or community. So shout out to you, Mom, for teaching me these values of service and the importance of reaching out to others. Some days it's kind of scary to do those things in a different country with a different language but since it's what's normal to me (because of you, Mom), it's what I try to do. Anyway, helping at the festival was lots of fun and, as a surprising bonus, it helped me build a more positive image with my co-workers. I also got to work with some 1st graders (I only work with 2nd and 3rd grade)*, so that was nice getting to know them, too. And they were so helpful with bridging the language barrier π
*1st, 2nd, 3rd, grade middle-schoolers are about the equivalent to 6th, 7th, and 8th graders in the U.S., respectively.
After helping at the festival, I had dinner with μν¬ and her sister (and sister's family). Her sister and family were camping at the park that the festival was held at. I wish I took pictures but it was dark by then. They were so kind and dinner was really good (even though I can't remember what it was called, but some kind of pork and shrimp and veggies and kimchi). I made friends with μν¬'s niece who I think is 8. It's sure is funny when younger kids realize you have no idea what is going on because you don't speak the language, so then they try to speak Korean really slowly for you in the hopes you'll understand π she was really impressed that I could ask her about her age and school, though. Oh, and that I could ask for food and say it was delicious π
thank goodness for brave little kids that just want to talk to you! μν¬'s brother-in-law is an English teacher so he asked me a lot of questions, too. He was very kind (just like the whole family) and reminded me what an awesome opportunity this is to be here in a foreign country, experiencing the way other people live outside of my own world experiences. I was reminded of my responsibility to really learn as much as I can while here, even just from simple, everyday experiences.
Picture Day
We had picture day at school and then μ€λ wanted pictures together, so of course I snapped a few selfies, too:
in the back: μ§ν¬ and μν¬
front: me, λͺ
λ―Έ, and μ€λ
Cultural Differences (maybe?)
I wore a messy bun for the first time a few weeks ago and received so many compliments! However, I also had an interesting conversation with μ€λ and λͺ
λ―Έ about it, too. μ€λ complimented my hair and then asked if my hair was dirty, like if I hadn't washed it. I laughed and said it was clean (seriously Mom and Dad, it was this time!). I asked μ€λ why and I think I understood that usually in Korea, this style is for when you don't wash your hair. I laughed and then asked λͺ
λ―Έ if that was true and she reassured me that only μ€λ thinks that and then, I think, proceeded to poke fun at μ€λ about it. λͺ
λ―Έ told me that it's not dirty hair but a sexy, wedding hair style... so who really knows?!
Then, when I walked into one of my girl classes, all the students said, "Oh! Bekah Teacher, I like your poop hair!" ...what. π
It turns out buns are called, ""λ₯ 머리" ("ddong meo-ri," directly translated: "poop hair") because it looks like a little poop on the top of your head. I asked if it was pretty or weird and they all yelled at me that it was pretty and "so style!" Then I asked why they don't wear poop hair, if it's so pretty? They told me they don't know how to or it is too much work. I told them they need to start wearing "buns" because then I won't be alone* π they told me they would but I have yet to see any other poop heads!
I think maybe since my hair is much thinner (and curly), it is easy for me to do this style, but maybe it is more difficult for thicker, Asian hair. I'm just remembering doing Tay's hair for prom and thinking how many bobby pins I had to use compared to my own hair. π€· Idk, but I know I'm still gonna rock my λ₯ hair even if I'm the only one!
*The first questions people ask here are whether you are married or have a boyfriend, and then my students at least ask if you are lonely since I live by myself. They also think it's really sad when they hear that I eat by myself haha so a lot of my students seem to worry that I am alone
Being Volun-Told
Along with my fabulous co-worker friends comes being volun-told for school things. μ€λ is very involved in school events and activities. We had a reading day where students submitted some kind of writing assignment and the school had a drawing for winners. When I showed up to work that day, it turned out I was the one drawing the winners and announcing them on the school TV broadcast π² When I asked why, μ€λ told me it's because I am the "school celebrity" HA! I was very nervous because I had to read the students' names, which FYI, νκΈ handwriting (not print) can be very challenging to read! I did alright though (μ€λ only had to help me out once) and a lot of students were super impressed - or mad that I didn't choose their name π Oh! and it was really funny (but also kind of embarrassing) because μ€λ introduced me as "our blued-eyed angel Bekah Teacher" ππ
the school's broadcasting room
μ€λ prepping students on what to say and do for announcements
μ€λ reading off some other category winners
All-in-all, I have a lot of fun at work, whether because of students or because of the great people I work with. I really love this job. Every day is definitely an adventure and learning experience!
μλ
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Bekah