Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Trying Not To Think About It
Wow, I’m only four months into my contract, but I start to tear up just
thinking about having to say goodbye to my kids, especially the
kindergartners.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Hotel California
I’m back in California’s arms for a few weeks, in Los Angeles, and in
her arms again, literally. I’ve been in her arms figuratively since we
first kissed (on February 18th, 2010 outside the Yosemite Bug cafe), but
being physically apart for 9 months has been difficult for both of us.
So I grabbed the opportunity between contracts to see Kamila. Like the song goes, it’s so nice, it’s paradise, to come home, especially when you have someone to come home to.
So I grabbed the opportunity between contracts to see Kamila. Like the song goes, it’s so nice, it’s paradise, to come home, especially when you have someone to come home to.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Other Plans
Late last June, I signed a 1-year contract to teach English at a
small private academy (known as a “hagwon”) in Dong-tan, Gyeong-gi
province, South Korea. I’ve had a wonderful time teaching and living
here since I arrived on June 28th. I’ve always wanted to travel in Asia,
and living here has been great, full of interesting and wonderful
people, places, things, and not least of all, food. The most pragmatic
reason for working here was to make some money and pay off some debts,
like my school loan. Considering how badly the US economy is doing, I
thought it would be a good idea to go somewhere, even halfway around the
world, where jobs were a little, make that a lot,
easier to find. I’ve been working here for almost 7 months now, out of a
planned 2 years, and everything has been going pretty well.
Enter the monkey wrench. For the past 4 months or so, the woman who owns the hagwon has told my foreign co-teacher and me that the school was having financial difficulties. The number of students hasn’t really increased, which was critical for the school’s continued survival. As I was heading out the door after work on Tuesday the 18th, Kelly, the Korean manager, said she wanted to speak with me. She told me that since the school was having difficulty, they could no longer afford two foreign teachers, and they they decided to let me go.
To say the least, I was in shock. It’s one thing when I was living in the US and got laid off or fired, and it’s another animal all together since I was over 6,000 miles away from the US. Since they prematurely canceled my contract, I lost any chance for the severance pay, which was equal to a month’s pay, and I lost my plane ticket home. Just to get home and lick my wounds, I was going to take quite a licking. Not good.
I headed back to my apartment in Byeong-jeom, dazed, confused, frightened, and starting to get angry about how unfair the situation was. I emailed my recruiter, Issa, a great guy who did a great job getting me here and helping me understand how the process works. While I knew there were a lot of jobs for foreign teachers in Korean, I was deeply unsettled and had a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. Didn’t know if I was even supposed to show up for work the next day. After texting Kelly and finding out I had a month, I felt a little better, but not much. Didn’t sleep much that night.
It’s a complicated situation, but I seem to be moving in the right direction again. And I’m coming home and spending a few weeks with Kamila in Los Angeles before I come back here and do another 1-year contract, this time at a place that appears to be a lot more stable and well funded. It is certainly has a lot more students, always a good sign.
Now I just have to pack and clean up the apartment before February 1st so I can get on a plane as soon as possible, hopefully that day or the next at the latest.
It’s been interesting.
Enter the monkey wrench. For the past 4 months or so, the woman who owns the hagwon has told my foreign co-teacher and me that the school was having financial difficulties. The number of students hasn’t really increased, which was critical for the school’s continued survival. As I was heading out the door after work on Tuesday the 18th, Kelly, the Korean manager, said she wanted to speak with me. She told me that since the school was having difficulty, they could no longer afford two foreign teachers, and they they decided to let me go.
To say the least, I was in shock. It’s one thing when I was living in the US and got laid off or fired, and it’s another animal all together since I was over 6,000 miles away from the US. Since they prematurely canceled my contract, I lost any chance for the severance pay, which was equal to a month’s pay, and I lost my plane ticket home. Just to get home and lick my wounds, I was going to take quite a licking. Not good.
I headed back to my apartment in Byeong-jeom, dazed, confused, frightened, and starting to get angry about how unfair the situation was. I emailed my recruiter, Issa, a great guy who did a great job getting me here and helping me understand how the process works. While I knew there were a lot of jobs for foreign teachers in Korean, I was deeply unsettled and had a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. Didn’t know if I was even supposed to show up for work the next day. After texting Kelly and finding out I had a month, I felt a little better, but not much. Didn’t sleep much that night.
It’s a complicated situation, but I seem to be moving in the right direction again. And I’m coming home and spending a few weeks with Kamila in Los Angeles before I come back here and do another 1-year contract, this time at a place that appears to be a lot more stable and well funded. It is certainly has a lot more students, always a good sign.
Now I just have to pack and clean up the apartment before February 1st so I can get on a plane as soon as possible, hopefully that day or the next at the latest.
It’s been interesting.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Chilly
It’s pretty cold here in S. Korea. Fortunately it hasn’t been too
windy. I remember a few days in and around Chicago that were not only
cold, but windy (No, it’s not called the Windy City because of the
weather, but it might as well be the origin of its nickname.), and any
exposed skin felt like it was being ripped off. I’m not talking about a
little cold and a slight breeze, I’m talking about 5° F (-15° C) and
strong gusts, about 30 mph (48 kph). It amazed me that people would
choose to settle in a place where you’d experience that every year. And
yes, my Canadian friends would laugh at me, they certainly have the
right considering what they have to deal with.
And now I’m dealing with Chicago-type cold and wind. Insane. My only advice to someone who’s going out in it is to cover as much skin as possible. And get back inside as quickly as possible.
And now I’m dealing with Chicago-type cold and wind. Insane. My only advice to someone who’s going out in it is to cover as much skin as possible. And get back inside as quickly as possible.
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