"Gonna Carry It Home"

Tonight was a funny story, an end to a excursion. I just returned from a long, two-week business trip to Yeongjeong Island, which is the island where the Incheon International Airport is located. At the island I taught as a substitute teacher at the Incheon Foreign Language Training Center, teaching secondary English teachers and helping them refine their English skills, giving them teacher training for their return back to the Korean public schools program. It was a great break from teaching high schoolers; it gave me an opportunity to speak at a higher level while I was able to give more insightful knowledge to the topics we discussed. A give-give situation, I had a great time doing this program as a temp and the secondary teachers had positive vibe for the program so far (even though I taught for two weeks, their actual training runs for six months). We did various activities like book study (on George Orwell's Animal Farm), listening activities, writing essays, speaking and culture, and pronunciation practice. It was intense, most days I taught 7 classes!

I finished my last day today, and I was exhausted. This weekend is Chuseok, or Korean Thanksgiving, which I celebrated in full for the first time in my life last year. So, alot of the office staff at this training center left early to go travel to see their relatives in far off hometowns all throughout South Korea. The Korean staff, out of appreciation for the work we done, gave small gifts to us international teachers, such as wheat bread snacks, wrapped in a box and put into a small bag. Then, my homeroom class, out of wonderful appreciation for my brief stint as their teacher, gave me a brand new dress shirt to wear to school, wrapped in a small box and put into another small bag. Then, the President of the Training Center gave each international teacher a nice case of canned tuna, spam, and cooking oil. Put into a bigger box, and put into another bag, this one big.

I had so much stuff to carry home! I was already packed for a two-week trip, and upon departure for home my sports bag was filled to the brim so tight that if the thing was a living organism, it seemed like it would puke all of my clothes out! And I had three bags of goodies to carry home, as well as my small backpack. I'm shipping out for military camp? Maybe...

I had two options at this point. Mrs. Choi, one of the IFTC staff, allowed me the option of staying Friday night and travelling home Saturday morning, telling me to give my apartment key to the security officer on the way out. This would be a nice way to start my weekend, because the temporary apartment I stayed at was spacious, clean, and I had cable channels like CNN and BBC News, a rare treat for me. It was nice to stay on top of what's going on in the world.

Yet I had plans for tomorrow, to meet friends and then going to a relative's house tomorrow night in Seoul. A trip from the island, back to my apartment in Incheon, then going all the way back out to big, but empty Seoul would be a really straining trip. Especially with the fatigue I've accumulated all this week through overteaching, hot weather (especially for September), lack of sleep, mosquitoes, and an unusually warm apartment which caused my lack of sleep, a double trip would not be the best way to start my Chuseok weekend, a weekend dedicated to rest.

I figured at this point the better idea would be to gung-ho it all the way on Friday night, sleep in mad tomorrow morning, and be refreshed for a new weekend. So my co-worker Saleha (from sunny South Africa), and her husband Shabiri went back to my temp apartment, took out the stuff that she loaned me for those two weeks while cleaning out my fridge of excess food, cleaned up the place, while I packed up everything, including my new goodies, and we went to Incheon International Airport for a final dinner with them before I bid adieu.

I've hauled heavy stuff before...but this I thought I was going to be the mother of backbreakers and haulings. However, God assured me tonight that it was not going to be bad...just "carry it home, I'll be there." After an enlightening chat with my South African friends, who graciously accompanied me to my transferring station, it was time to depart and carry the load home.

From the island, I took the AREX (the Airport Subway Line) to the Incheon Line, and from the Incheon Line, then to the KORAIL Line One and back to my home station...Juan (pronounced "ju-an," not the Spanish "Juan"). Just one more stop and off onto the main streets. This whole trip back to Juan Station took about one hour. Cool thing that many people are on the road for their journeys home so I could find a seat for the long ride.

Getting through the ticket get at Juan Station was tough. I basically had to slide my stuff through the gate and under the turnstyle one-by-one while pressing my subway card onto the scanner with this mutant-formed sports bag on my shoulder, like a strange creature enveloping my arm. It was a funny looking scene and this one Korean guy was giving me eyeballs for it.

For some reason, the bags seemed heavier because I was sensing home more and more. I walked around the station's underground shopping center walking towards the goal...exit #4, the bags hurting my arms and leg. I turned a corner, and lo and behold, who was there? Several of my lady students, whom I've haven't seen in two weeks. They first didn't see me, as they were giggling, goofing off, and "eye-shopping." Then they turned a corner as I began walking on the other side.

They saw me, shocked and surprised, where they bellowed a "hi!" towards their MIA teacher. In one swift, brilliant motion, I immediately beckoned them towards me...and I made them carry my bags out the station! Whatever providence I found in the situation, I think God sent those students to help me. Compared to their American counterparts, Korean students are much more respectful and obedient, so I got one of my students, Mina, to carry my tuna/spam/oil case, while my other students Hye-yon and Dong-hee carried my other bags.

Unlike my Yeonsu guy students, whom I can fraternize with easier since we're guys, seeing my lady students outside of class is a much less frequent occurence, and a more careful venture. Even though not written, there is a less interaction code between genders in this country, so my girls, even though giggly to see me, were very shy to try their English around me, so I tried to speak to them in Korean to break the ice. Only Mina talked to me, and her friends were giving her stick for that one, "flirty, flirty!" they said in Korean. And the whole time they were carrying my stuff, they tended to follow me rather than walk with me, a sign of seniority, I guess. Goof-balls.

They helped me carry my bags out of the station, I hailed a taxi, and I went all the way home without much fuss, relieved... my students yelled "Bye Soni!" "I love you Soni!" (Yeah, they "love" me, how original!)

I was worried earlier about how I was going to haul those bags home, but God opens the doors like that, it was so cool. I recieved help from a platoon of my fem-bot students to help me carry the load, and it was good.

So remember next time, when you have a friend or family member who is carrying too much of a load in their life, whether it be stress, an exam, co-worker problems, family issues, life goal problems, or doubt, please be sure to help them carry it, so they too "can get out of the station." Just remember our Lord who meets us at the station and helps carry our load out to the exit...only if we ask.

"...for my yoke is easy, and my burden is light." (Jesus Christ in Matthew 11:30)

One of Favorite Years in My Life: 2003

2003 was a great year in my life. It was my first year in university, where I briefly attended UMBC in Baltimore. I was on my own after working hard in high school and getting where I wanted to go, with God's Grace behind it all and my parents working hard to get me to college. I have so much respect to my parents.

I just remember 2003 with fondness. Being on my own for the first time really helped me focus on my interests and a person. I started to feel out what kind of person I was and the sort of talents I had.

Being mixed race, I found being in the university environment was quite refreshing. I had some really cool friends in high school, but my high school was not the most fertile environment to feel a sense of belonging in terms of racial apprecation.

I remember doing some cool things in college such as meeting Christians from other countries and church backgrounds, so it started to open my mind up to other people's journey in their relationship with Christ. It wasn't just about Christians from "suburbia" gathering together on campus, it was an international community from Africans to Asians to Arabs to African-Americans rocking the house in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.

I met some cool peoples like my friend Stanley, a Haitian-American who was cool and mellow, and for the first time, I got to really get down with somebody who I had some really common interests: international soccer, politics, economics (my future major that year), and of course, faith. I felt like I could unleash my tongue in discussing these topics for me as I did not have much of an opportunity to do it before.

I got to be in a cool college environment where I met people from diverse backgrounds and areas of life. Sometimes I felt like a "kid among giants" because I was a freshmen among juniors in some of my classes. I really enjoyed the challenge of meeting people older than I am and trying to listen to what they have to say, while trying to impose myself as an individual.

I met people from Albania, Lithuania, Russia, the Ukraine, and many other countries, and I felt more at ease meeting these people because I was interested in their backgrounds.

I also started to feel my own self when it came to what kind of person I am and I became more comfortable with it, I felt like God was leading me to a place where I did not have to force myself to be a prototype person of what people wanted m to be, but just be me who God created me to be, with room to improve for more.

I started to realize I felt more comfortable in a certain zone in my multi-faceted personality: I am very gentle in dealing with people but very passionate when it came to things like my job and tasks given to me. I am people person when required to be, but most people find me very calm and relaxed when alone. At a party I'll be loud and outgoing when I'm up to it, then on the way home in the car I'll usually be the one listening to the other's people topics with intent and attentive focus.

I'm a very submissive and loyal, but not a whipping boy. I think that's one aspect where God is working on me now, to become more stronger.

I started to hone my interests: world affairs, social issues, languages, cultures, international sport, and hip-hop music.

I remember C.S. Lewis talking about what happens when you accept Christ as your personal Lord and Savior in his book, Mere Christianity, "you get your true personality." I'll find that quote again, but I'm sure its there.

Even though I struggled with sin in 2003, the victories over that sin brought me closer to God and more closer to someone I want to know...myself.

Is It Worth It?

My senior year of high school. 2002. Just one more year of high school madness and it will be all over. I finished taking the SAT's last term and ended the summer on a high as I scored enough to apply to the schools I wanted to. It was time to wait..and finish high school.



I started by waking up at 6AM from Monday to Friday. School started at 7:30AM, so I had to get up, shower, eat a good breakfast, and drive to school. I had eight periods (including lunch) to eat as much brain food as possible. I took important subjects like English, Spanish, and Trigonometry to prepare for college. School ended around 2:15PM. I was on the high school soccer team in 2002, so we had team study hall until 3:30PM, and it was off to practice. Practice was two hours, and on Mondays and Wednesdays, I had to go to work right after practice. Coach was nice enough to let me go a little early so I could make it work on time. I had to get into uniform at work (Chick-Fil-A), and I worked the night shift from 6-10PM. My boss was kind enough to let me have a sandwich for dinner for five minutes since he knew I came from soccer practice. The store closed at 10PM, and even though I could leave at that time, sometimes one of my bosses asked me politely to stay and help clean the store. Being a team player, I usually obliged.



I drove home, where my parents usually did not fall asleep until they knew that I was home safe, being loving as they are. Then I would hit the books, because I hardly touched my homework throughout the day. Trig equations (sin, cosine, and tangents), the intricacies of the Spanish language (college-level Spanish), to my hardest and most rewarding class, AP European History with Mr. Shaffer. And don't forget wonderful English and its poetry, short-stories, and their papers you had to write with them. This self-studying time was crucial if I wanted to maintain good grades while keeping my life balanced. I would arrive home around 10:30PM and would not finish my homework until 1AM, or at the latest, 2 AM. My mother sometimes would come out in the middle of the night because she noticed the light in my room still turned on...and would ask me to go to sleep. Being half-Korean that I am, there is no stopping until I got my homework done.



Then I would get up at 6AM, bleary-eyed and weary. I would do it again. Oh so tired. Yet the cool thing was, I didn't have to work every night, so I would at least get my homework done in the early evening so I could go to bed at a decent time, meanwhile I could on the Internet, chat with friends, or play videogames. Also, I would hang out with my friends sometimes throughout the week. Or, I would attend Wednesday Bible study at my church. Despite the rigors of school, I had fun things to do. I did not have to be so tired every single day.



Now imagine the aforementioned schedule, except you have to do it every single day. Yes, every single day. Except without soccer practice or games (which are fun) or a part-time job...all you had to do was study. Get up at 6AM, go to school by 7:45AM, and essentially don't leave school until after 9PM, and then go to all-night "cram school" (private school businesses called "hagwons") where you get supplemental education until the wee hours of the morn, and then do it all over again. It would make you insane, right? Where in the world would people commit to such an atrocious, physically and mentally demanding schedule?



Welcome to Korean high school. I have talked extensively about my life at the high school before, mentioning some of the joys and lows of working in the Korean public school system, getting to work with energetic young Koreans who are force-fed English grammar nuggets most of their days. I mentioned the really animated and fun Sports Day at Hakik Girls High School and some of the fun aspects of working with these smart and clever young ladies. I mentioned just being a foreign teacher at a Korean high school is an honor and a cultural experience that I will never forget.



For all the unique aspects of this job, its still a job, and it has to be done. And just like any job, no job is perfect. Jobs are performed daily so that society can benefit, and then even the problems within the job are just small stepping stones to achieve perfection. At my job, I see a system where my students are merely going through the motions and not producing what is most necessary: knowledge.



In the grand scheme of things, sometimes I see a merciless school system that beats down on my children daily, a major competition vortex where there are losers and winners, just like in any society. Yet in Korea (and in many other East Asian nations), what's sad to see is that the throes of competition and selection are thrown at them at an early age, and its a debiliating thing. It makes for very mentally-fatigued and sometimes frustrated children.



I remember my student from class 1-6, Min-jung. Min-jung is a tall, elegant girl who usually has a smile on her face during my class time. Then came mid-terms. While she entered my classroom and sat down, I stopped by her table and said hello to her, where she just stared at me back with an expression of an owl. She literally dark circles under her eyes. Her friend Yun-young fired at me, "She has dark circles, so tired!" Min-jung was studying until the wee hours of the morning to prepare for the midterms. Normally a healthy looking girl with bright skin, she looked like a ghost this morning.



Now you might say, "Well, anyone would study late hours to get some knowledge in there, right? What's the big deal? Many high school students do that anyway." What makes Korea's system strikingly different is the competition. What's the prize? University. In two years time, they have to take what is called the "Ssu-neung" Test, or Korean SAT's. In Korea, more so than America to a degree, university names are sort of a price label in value. So each student is aspiring to get into the top colleges in Seoul, which makes competition strikingly fierce. Students in your own classroom, even your own friends, are potential rivals in getting into the best schools in Korea.



Korean competition in schools can sort of be read in this Korean proverb: "Five hours of sleep, you fail the test, four hours of sleep, you pass the test." Wow. You see where this going. So Min-jung was just being in a cog in a system where one less hour of marginal studying could cause her to fall behind. It was only natural for her to study more.



Do you know about yaja shigan? Yaja shigan is a Korean shortenized word for "self-study." Well, its natural to self-study, right? Well, this is how it works, because the Korean high school day gets better with this.



School ends in 7th period at 4:20PM. Students have to clean up the school. Then, there is an extra supplemental class at from 4:40PM to 5:30PM. Then from 5:30PM there is a dinner (served by a contractor food company) until 6:20PM.



From 6:20PM, you must do yaja. Basically, its mandatory self-study. In your classroom until 9PM. "Well, you got to study, right? It must be the Asian way of doing things." A supervising teacher from each grade walks around the hall with a stick in his or her hands making sure they are studying. No slacking on this one. Kids who fall asleep are given very unusual physical punishments or are harshly reprimanded for not keeping focus. "Well, they're kids, they're young. Back in my day we studied x amount of hours, so they can to."



So let's go back to the beginning of the day then. Imagine being grilled and drilled on Korean grammar, English grammar, Japanese grammar (if you are a junior or senior at my school and if you choose to learn it), math formulas, ethics (an unique subject taught in Asian schools), English vocabulary, the history of the Three Kingdoms and the Joseon Dynasty, chemical and biological equations, gym, home economics, social studies, and let's not forget other creative subjects like art and music. And being with fellow students of the same gender all day and with its unique Korean social environment, you can see this situation as a pressure cooker.



There are only 10 minutes of break time between classes, with lunch and dinner the only real major times they can play or socialize fully. At my school, there are literally bars on the windows on the lower level classrooms on the outside, sort of a psychological re-conditioning symbol of saying, "no one escapes."

So as I write this, Semester 2 begins at Hakik Girls High School in two weeks. My 3rd levels (seniors) have the Korean SAT's in 100 days. That day will either break them or make them. They have no choice. Study less than your competition, and you fall behind. The school system suffers from the "anything you can do I can do better" syndrome. Everyone else does it, so I must too.

Yet there is hope. For the pressure that these girls go through, I do see some nice things about the system. Korean students in general, despite the competition, seem very loyal as friends and share many joys and downs with one another, sometimes more than their American compatriots. Also, some girls refuse to be battered by the system and make the most of it. For example, one of my best students, Hwang Yu-na, a class captain, goes home after school is over. No forced self-study. I suppose that her parents see that the self-study will not be beneficial and that she should do it on their own.

Other students and teachers as well are becoming more critical of their system. My students, Lee Yun-young, always tells me what's messed up with her system in perfect English. Some girls I know, see the cracks in the system and someday they know it will have to change.

Finally, there's me. I hope that I can bring hope to some of my children. My teaching style is very different, I use different techniques in the classroom, and I hope that I can inspire my children to think on their own because of the experiences that my young life has given me already. To think outside the box. I'm bi-racial, I'm created in God's image, I have friends from most spectrums of life and pathways, and I've traveled to many cool parts of the world. Finally, I'm saved. Matthew 5:16 "In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven."

I'm not the light. Christ is. I think education can go hand in hand with the truth. The reality of this world can point us to God if we search for it. If these girls of mine can see some glimpse of the truth in me...that we are created, perhaps I can inspire them to search for it. "...for anyone who serves Christ this way is pleasing to God and approved by men." (Romans 14:18)

Is it worth it? For me and for them, it always is.

Trip Back in Time: Baekje Dynasty

Korea has a rich history, even though at times a very troubled one. As the peoples on the peninsula started to organize themselves into small societies 5000 years ago, the first nation-state to emerge on the western part of the peninsula was a small kingdom called Baekje. The capital once situated in present-day Seoul, the kingdom displays to this day remants of a wonderful and intricate culture. As Korea was divided into three kingdoms in its early history, Baekje was defeated by the northern Goguryo kingdom and forced to move its capital to Ungjin, or today's present day city of Gongju. That's where I went this weekend.



After a month fresh from my wonderful excursion to Taiwan, I have been working non-stop at my high school and just keeping a low profile on weekends. As the summer heat started to turn up its dial here in sauna-ready Korea, I felt like I wouldn't be going anywhere this term. However, after finishing up 4 straight days of extra conversation classes and getting ready for two summer camps, I needed a break! I opened up my Lonely Planet Korean guidebook, took a turn of the page, and after a friend's recommendation, I took a bus and headed to the small city of Gongju.



Gongju, while being one of the capitals of the Baekje Kingdom, has a special significance for my Korean family. My mother's family comes from this region of Korea, not Seoul. My mother was born in this province (Chungcheonnam-do), and her sister was born in this city I went to. Its a small city of 150,000, so the feel is more relaxed and quiet. The people don't seem as bewildered to see foreigners, but look on with a subtle curiosity. Unlike their Gyeongsang Province counterparts, the people have a more country-bumpkin hospitality like Americans in the South.



I trekked and visited some of the coolest sites from that period of history: the Tomb of King Muryeong, where these tombs were built in the style of huge burial mounds with immortality being the theme. The treasures and artefacts recovered from his tomb displayed the intricate style and detail from that time. From his royal diadem to his headrest, including all of his queen's ornamentation (am I Bush-ifying that last word?), these people knew what it meant to render services to their king.



What makes Baekje a special kingdom was their role in Northeast Asian affairs. They were the prime conduit of culture of China, taking and adapting Chinese properties of learning, political theory, and art while passing them on to the first peoples of Japan, called the Wae. In the video at the Baekje National Museum, you could see that artefacts discovered in places near Osaka and Nara (which I visited last summer) have a direct correlation with goods found in Gongju and Buyeo (which is near Gongju). Copy cats? Well, let's just say the Baekje were just sharing the knowledge.



I proceeded to the mighty Gongsansong Fortress, which displayed its fortitude over Gongju. A huge, and pretty much intact wall, this fortress was a Baekje defense aimed at thwarting future attacks by the northern Goguryo forces.

It was a beautiful sight to see as I surveyed my kingdom as the sun started to set. With the main gate in view, I imagined myself as a warrior defending the castle within just like the warriors of Rohan and the Elves were fighting the Uruk-hai in Lord of the Rings. It was like being a kid again.

I also read a passage in Psalm 91-2: "I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in Him will I trust." (KJV) Human fortresses get breached from time to time, and whole kingdoms fall. But the Kingdom of God is never penetrated as long as we taken refuge in Him. It was really assuring to read that passage at that exact time and place. Divine inspiration anyone?

The rest of the weekend was really hot but just peaceful. A small town gives a sense of quiet and I took it to my advantage to enjoy it.

I came back refreshed, and I kind of labeled the Baekje Kingdom "my fave kingdom," for their bravery as the underdog against the bigger kingdoms while being survivors. They were very instrumental in spreading culture among their neighbors while retaining an unique culture for their own.

They fell in 660AD after holding off onslaught after onslaught of troops. Problems, inner fighting, and overwhelming odds took their toll.

I'm still standing, in a Mighty Fortress.

Girls' Sports Day...is the Coolest!

Stade de Hakik YoGo: The Colors!

So it was Sports Day last Thursday. At a girls' high school. Girls' in Korea, compared to other Western nations, hardly play sports during their school tenures. The only student-athletes you see at the high school level are carefully selected boys or girls who have that gift, and they basically cruise through school without having to really study that much. The rest are geared toward studying for that dreaded college entrance exam or studying a tradecraft, while these selected few are groomed to be future athletes for club teams or university teams.

Jump it up!

So sports at a girls' school is hardly a huge thing. I see girls going to gym class, but the things I really hear (yes, that's right, "hear," because you don't see them outside doing any of this stuff) them do during PE class is learn to dance or jump-rope. Yeah. I am very lonely man during lunch time as I practice my jumpshot. I have had, however, the pleasure of tutoring some curious girls who came out to play ball with me, and even taught some of the tomgirls how to set a pick and shoot a J. "Computer blue."

My Class 1-3: Parasoling It Up!

I thought this Sports Day would be a joke. Just let these girls go in, do some jump-roping and do some silly games, put some make-up on, and look pretty for the big chiefs of the school. I was wrong. Ohhh boy, I was wrong. Let's just say that yours truly was getting in on the action and rooting for the girls as they poured their hearts out over the whole thing.

There were relay races: ones with obstacles like hurdling over hurdles, diving under v-ball nets, and the leg anchor having to put her face into a pan of flour, or something like it. It was absolute madness. It was cute to see the girls who cannot run properly chug around the track with poor posture.
Soni Representin' Wit Dem "1-3" Ladies (Man, Soni is dark!)

Then there was the homeroom race where 38 girls position themselves as one long pathway, as one girl, positioned in the middle, is led by two adjoining girls who guide her down the path as she treads on the backs of her fellow girls. I saw some girls tumble off really bad because they went too fast. Some girls got injured! Thankfully, Nurse Joy (I forgot the ladies' name) was on had to put some ointment on the boo-boos.

"The Dash on Backs Race"

Then there was the regular relay race, old track and field style. 1st level students had prelims, as well as did the 2nd levels, and just like track and field, had the 1st leg run it all the way to the anchor leg. Some of the races got so heated that some girls were elbowing each other to get position at the end of the track, because the track was so small (Sports Day was held in the gym because of bad weather). Your teacher Mr. Soni saw one girl literally elbow another as they were going on the final turn. The latter fell hard as the former finished the race, but our male VP was on hand to slap her DQ papers on her forehead. I liked how he took charge and made things right.

There was also the classic tug-of-war game, as these girls really put on some weight to tug away. Very spirited indeed.

Then, there were some events for the teachers to get their sports on. Mr. Soni was in the "Love Game," where a teacher is paired up with a student, usually a teacher outside the student's homeroom, as they run a relay race with their feet bound together. Their goal is to keep a balloon between them as they reach the end of the track and pop the balloon together. I was paired up with a 2-2 girl, a very smart girl, named "Aerie." She is in my extra English Conversation Class, and she is just a grand of a student. She and I struggled to get down there because our rhythm was off, but she and I got the job done. We paced ourselves by counting our steps, "1...2...1...2." Our team ended up winning the race. I was laughing really hard as girls screamed in jealously as Mr. Jang (the school dubbed "hottie teacher") ran down the path with a girl student.

Soni and Aerie Prepping for The Love Game...oddly named indeed.

Since the gym was at full capacity and filled to the brim with screaming teenage girls, the atmosphere was like a mix of being at a boy band's concert and the NBA finals. It was that loud. Girls can scream. They can sing and they can get crazy. They were singing all sorts of Korean pop and traditional (like, real old traditional) Korean faves as they cheered their teams along. Also, 1st level students supported their "sister" students in the 2nd grade, if their homeroom number corresponded with theirs. For example, my 2-3 girls cheered on the 1-3 girls when they did an event, and vice versa. It was a really unique atmosphere and it was fun to be in. In fact, after finishing neck-in-neck in the teacher/students' relay, Mr. Soni ran down the track and pumped some fists in the air to get the crown going. I did the signature Hulkamania/WWE ear call (where I circle my hands and put them on my ear to hear their roars of approval), to get them to pump me up for my next event. I figured, "I don't think I'll be in the state championship anytime soon, or even the World Cup Finals, so let's have fun now and just bask in the moment." The American side of gyrating my hands and pumping my fists, Allen Iverson style, was a huge hit with the ladies.

Then came the parade. Each homeroom went out there, dressed in crazy costumes, displaying some kind of theme about school, Korean life, or dreams. For example, some girls in 1-7 dressed as "bad students" who drank too much soju, while the rest of the class dressed as good students. Then, in front of the whole audience, the good students literally blew away the bad students, who fell in unison. Laughter erupted with a mix of applause.
The Parade: 2nd Level Girls Dressing It Up!

Some homerooms were really creative, and some were so-so, but the award of best production had to go to class 2-7. This is Mrs. Lee's class, who is an English teacher. Their girls went all out and did a wholesale mini-drama of stages of a Korean girls' life. From singing little kids' songs at their primary school age (where students dressed as baby kids), to a few of the girls dressing as "ajumma" and doing a crazy dance in which ajumma do at a certain age at dance halls, it was sarcastic but hilarious. It brought the entire house down.
Athletes, Doctors, Goofy Girls Oh My!

One highlight of that skit was one of the girls' in the class, dressed as an elementary school student, literally skipped to me as her production came to a close and gave me her lolly pop "prop" that she used, as a gift. I was filming their parade this whole time, so I got this student running up to me on tape to hand me her lolli, while I give her a thumbs up for her nice gift. I was very touched by her kindness.

Finally, after all the games, came..."the dance." Oh boy...I thought it would be one of the goofy dances where everybody does a group dance like in anime series, "AzuManga Daioh," (okay, if you don't know the reference, its all gravy), but no, it turned into almost like an American High School dance. Pop music started to play over the speakers as students rushed to grab our lady principal and forced her to dance.

I was dead before I could even move. One by one, each homeroom who had the chance to see me persistently grabbed me by the arms and pulled me into their class circle like I was about to get pummeled like a gang inititation. "Dance!" they cried!
Party Time!

Now, I'm no dancer. I like to dance on my free time, but that does not mean I can dance. There is a major difference between having the skills to do so and just doing it to do so.

Since I had such a fine time, I figured I give them a laugh riot and did whatever crazy moves I had within me. Various roars of approval, laughter, and screaming literally turned my eardrums into mush.

In fact, all the popular male teachers like Mr. Jang or Mr. Kim (2nd level teacher, not the English teacher), were forced to dance. The popular Ms. Han Bora, the darling lady teacher of the school, was dancing to the approval of her 2-5 students. Everyone got in on the act. I didn't know that Koreans had the "Bust A Groove" Syndrome in them.

Meanwhile, I sweated so hard because the room started to get hot, filled with the heat of screaming and crazy teenage women. The AC units were blasting right after the music stopped. Then came the awards for the winners...but I could not stick around to see them...I was off to the airport.

In the end, this was one of the craziest but most memorable events during my career here in South Korea. I remember last year's Sports Day at the boys' school, where it was very simple. They simply played competitive sports such as b-ball or soccer. They had a tournament with simple champions to be chosen.

Here, to get the girls to do something, they got creative, and the creativity sure paid off. Zany games, competition up the wazoo, and just having a good time by all was simply pure joy to see.

Seeing the singing, and the dancing (no offense, my fellow Baptists), I thought to myself about what heaven is going to be like. The room echoed with the chorus of fun and bouncy Korean music, with claps, drums, and PA microphones going off in many directions.

I thought, heaven will be like this, but way, way, way bigger. And we will be praising the One who gave us all the instruments of praise in the first place.

Wow! That was fun. Now off to Taipei...

Life at a Femalions' School

Yeah,

Its overrated. Yet it is uniquely different and brings its own advantages to the table. The ladies indeed have their challenges to address when you teach them, especially as a male.

For example, in the beginning, they were happy to have a young, foreign guy come into the mix and fold, which was very exciting to them. Curious stares, random giggly Q & A's in the hallway, to the straight out "I love you's" and "Teacher you handsome!" comments. Its all exciting for me. What got me was random notes of "I love you" on the school playground where I shoot ball or on my chalkboard in my English Zone classroom.

Teaching them as well is a much more easier task. At Yeonsu High, the real challenge wasn't necessarily delivering the material, it was more just fighting them to get the job done! Here, the Korean girl student is at least a little more docile and obedient, so they play ball whatever style you want them to play it.

Yet at times, as a male teacher, you are more isolated from the student body. You can never get close with these adolescent girls, there is always is a drawing bottom line to which how much you can get close and get to know them. Its something God has put in my heart not to touch, but at the same it has given me wisdom on how to approach our teacher-student relationship in another way.

For example, with Hakik Girls' High Class 1-3, I use a dialog journal with them to write to me in a free way. I give them a topic to write about, give them a notebook to write it in, and away they go. The class brings me the notebook every Friday, I review it for errors, and send it back with a few comments and a new topic to talk about. Its a cool way to get to know my students better without really getting too close to them.

In the end, I believe the job that God has placed within me is noble and honoring. I never thought in my wildest dreams I would be working at an all-girls' high school. Its a humbling in a way, that God has allowed me to work with young femalions at such a tender age, and its real cool to somehow be a masculine role-model in their life, and one saved by Christ, in that matter. I hope and pray that they can see the Christ in me and see that I am a changed man, not a typical man.

Other than that, life is good as I prepare for a weekend trip to Taiwan. What new adventures will Soni experience in a land where they speak three/four languages? We shall see as Mr. Soni goes to the land of former Prez Chiang Kai-shek.

Also, Sports Day is next week. Will Soni score 2 goals like he did last year at Yeonsu? No. Because there is no soccer at a Femalions' academy.

Perhaps I can embarrass myself in some other way next week...

Until then, "zaijan."

Rock On!

So, I'm back to the thick of teaching my ladies for the second half of this semester. Its been a fun experience.

So we did a class on "characteristics" recently, and one of the games for our vocabulary building is to have the kids post the new words onto the board to the right category. For example, "button" goes with "nose," and "slender" goes with "face." So, why the kids at each table were anticipating where each words goes, I blasted some Relient K music to get them going.

Relient K is a famous Christian rock band, which also has garnered much success in the mainstream culture. They are known for their stand for Christ's Truth, their discussion of emotional and life issues, and of course, their driving, powerful, fun, and absolutely great rock music.

I played the song called "Pressing On," a lead-off song from their 2001 album. It has a driving guitar melody, and a great set of lyrics that help motivate you to get off your chair and "press on."

I used the song for each class to do the activity, and one student, Ji-yong, from class 1-10, personally asked for the song title and band. She really liked the song. Then I used the song as an English tool for my after-school class yesterday, and it was such a huge hit. The ladies absolutely loved it. I taught them the phrases from the song such as "Pressing On" and "Keeping My Head Straight." It had a real positive theme about dropping your stresses of life and just to keep going, also with the idea that God is there for you every step of the way.

After we did our English conversation exercises, they asked to listen to the song again. Even better, I let them watch the music video online, which they really liked (cuz the ladies were digging the lead singer's looks, figures). But they just liked the concept of giving up the weight on your shoulders and doing what you have to do to make things work in your life.

So, I want to say thank you to Relient K for being a great ESL tool. They worked well last year when I taught my boys during the after-school sessions, and now my ladies are a fan of this hit Christian group. My strategy throughout the year is to use more of these Christian hits that use truth to let them know that there is a Savior that loves them.

"Pressing on, pressing on, my distress is going, going, gone..." (Pressing On, Pressing On)

The next song I'm going to use, which is perfect for a discussion on fashion, is "Picture Perfect," by Michael W. Smith. Talk about an oldie...