korea: a love/hate relationship

to anyone who still actually reads this blog: thanks.  it has been a rough past couple months.  i hated korea and then i hated it some more and then i hated it a little less and then it was ok and now i kind of dislike it again, but at least i see a light at the end of the tunnel, as i leave for barcelona in 27 days.  granted those 27 days makes it quite difficult to maintain any sense of motivation in my teaching abilities.  i simply don't give a fuck, which is really quite bad, as i have to be observed by a fellow teacher this month, as well as need to be evaluated by students this month.  bollocks.  

i was in the office after my first class.  one of my students from last month peeked in to find me.  i had lent him a cd of the music of a korean friend of mine.  he was really thankful for it.  i lent it to him cuz he's really sweet and cuz he plays guitar and is really into music.  so today he returned the favor and lent me, drum roll please, a christian contemporary cd.  

mon dieu.

it was a really sweet gesture, but i reckon he has no idea he was taught by somewhat of an atheist last month.

oh well, i uploaded it to my computer and will give it a go this weekend, just to be respectful.  ill listen to his cd because it is the kind thing to do.

cuz we all know im so kind.

kind of a wench at times.

after a nap this afternoon, i wandered to the gym.  on my way home, i stopped to see two of my favorite people in korea.  these are people i could never hate, never dislike.  ji-young and ji-hoon, the sister/brother combo who, along with their lovely parents, run 'made cup' (mah-dae cup), a rice-cake/chicken/tator-tot concoction, all smothered in chili sauce.  ji-young started to say hi to me cuz thats what she does and then she started to really go crazy when she saw me cuz im foreign.  they are the cutest two people i have ever met and they always have smiles on their faces.  i gave them my phone number tonight.  a night at the noraebang with their family mustn't be too far away.

i walked home, not hating korea so much.  i have a slight blase feeling towards this place, itching for some sort of change.  i had a wicked bad funk last month; i cannot have the same motherfucker this month.