Trying to Like Korea...

The things I like about Korea....

I have friends.

Starting from the top left: Andrea is from Maryland and she has sort of a British accent because she learned English from British television. Denice is from LA and she loves her school, Ucla and she really likes korean grapes and patbingsoo. Hwang Sujin says that her nickname is yellow jean because hwang means yellow and jin sounds like jean. She is Carly's co-teacher. Bottom left: Jane Lee is from Sacramento. She goes to UC Davis. She loves boys and she was my roommate. Next is me, Jane S. Kim. I am from Valencia, CA and I miss In-N-Out and Mexican food. On my left and your right is Carly. She is from England. She is so cute that people ask to take photos of her everywhere she goes, yet she still insisted that I take a photo of her walking away. 

Mr. Simon is from London and he has very sexy shorts.

Some are weird.

Thomas has a hilarious last name, Smallwood. Andrew is transparently pale. Sungmin is easily surprised.

Dee is a Dancer

I have Arrison Unni too!

Allison is from Fullerton, CA, a place that is near and dear to me. I miss Thai Basil, Yogurtland, and the Brea mall.

More things that I like about Korea...

I have fun sometimes and I still have things to laugh at or about.

Kids do what I tell them to, in this case, they're waving at me because I told them to.

They put trees where they need them.
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I can catch fish with my bare hands

I can sleep on the beach after clubbing.

There are slutty Russian Koreans.

The clouds are beautiful and the sky is so blue, but it rains a lot and it's really hot and humid.

The land is lush and green in rural areas which is most areas.

I can learn about my heritage while bearing through really rainy weather.

They have HamHung like in the states, but there's many more restaurants with good Korean food.

AND!!!!

Cindy comes here often. I love her so much!

Arrival in Uiryeong

The English director at the elementary school that I'm going to be teaching at picked me up yesterday. Picture this:

I'm sweating and my clothes are moist and I'm smelling like Korean food with the new B.O. that I've acquired, I get into the teacher's car. Up to this point I've pretended that I don't speak Korean and that I only speak English. In the car, I feel her frustration because she totally doesn't speak English so I tell her that I actually do speak Korea. She expresses her relief and then she says, "we haven't looked for a place for you to live yet, but we found a place for you to stay in the meantime. You can stay at this teacher's house tonight." Then she gets a phone call and tells me that she actually doesn't have a place for me to sleep. Tears are about to spring from my eye sockets and I feel a lump in my throat.

Last night I slept at the apartment of the two other girls in Uiryeong. I still have that lump in my throat. I just want to go home while they sort out my apartment business and eat some In-N-Out and carne asada fries with carnitas burrito.