Katy

cafemocha,juniata,andcomingback

2009-04-22T11:08:00.000-04:00

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I just bought a café mocha at Holly’s Coffee down the street from my apartment building. Though my regular is a caramel macchiato anywhere I go, I chose the café mocha tonight. Perhaps I wanted to go down a familiar road—one that certainly lead my head and heart back to my last year or two at Juniata.

Perhaps it was the café mocha, perhaps it is simply the knowledge that everyone is currently cramming and stressing out over due dates and requirements—what I know for certain is that I wish I was right back in that atmosphere again. Walking home along my noisy, dirty, night-lit city street, I actually placed my mind back to my beloved Juniata College campus. There was many a night when I would walk home from our tiny Jitters coffee shop armed with my café mocha in preparation for a long night of studying. It would usually be around 11pm when I would finish some activity like swing dancing, or some group project meeting, and I would have a whole evening’s worth of homework left to do before the next morning. My mind pictured the Juniata quad—beautiful, serene, and lightly lit by lanterns around the lawn. Sometimes, I’d even be barefooted, so I’d intentionally stay off the sidewalks in order to feel the cool, moist grass beneath my feet. Oh—I wouldn’t dare remove my shoes for my walk home tonight… but I suppose I can dream and remember those days when I lived in that tiny little world called Juniata…

Some of you may think I’m crazy right now for actually wanting to be back there—in the midst of Juniatians cramming for finals. Would you believe I even uttered the words to myself, “I wanna go back to school.”? I certainly did, and I certainly do. All in due time. For now, I reminisce.

I’m worlds away from what I once knew as home and family, yet I also know this world is actually quite small and it gets smaller day by day. Last week, a former Juniata history professor of mine (Prof. Doug Stiffler) was here in Seoul. We didn’t get a chance to meet, but he “facebook-friended” me and he was very interested in what living in Seoul is like for a Juniatian. I loved replying to his message, because I feel that my college did an excellent job in preparing me for making the most of my experiences abroad and growing the most out of it. In that respect, I’m sure he loved reading my reply. In a few weeks, another Juniatian will join our group of 5+ former Juniatians here in the Seoul metropolitan area. Perhaps part of the reason why I’m longing for Juniata once again is from these small reminders of my memories and friends from college.

I’m in a transition time again here in South Korea. Chronologically speaking, I am officially moving past my half-way point here. My weekly pattern is regular, somewhat predictable, and comfortable. Mondays through Fridays, I teach from 10am to 6pm. I come home, eat something, maybe go grocery shopping, watch tv, relax, and hang out online for the rest of the night. Sometimes, I study Korean and a bit of Spanish. Tuesday nights are different, because I have worship team practice for church on Sundays. Friday nights, I usually just want to relax, especially considering all my friends have later work schedules than me. Every other Saturday, I wake up at 8am to prepare for Global Generation, a volunteer English Bible-teaching program through my church. That’s over at noon, so I usually hang out with friends locally after that. Sometimes, I visit my brother in Ilsan on Saturdays. Sunday is my Korean lesson, then church, then dinner with church friends, to our favorite coffee shop, then back home to start all over again with Monday.
This regular thing is not good anymore. I will tell you why. Since I arrived here, a lot of stuff has been quite easy for me. My number one first goal: to find a church. Check that off the list after 2 weeks, since a co-worker of mine tagged me along to the English service at her 8,000 member church on my 2nd Sunday after arrival. I mentioned there that I like to sing, so presto chango, it didn’t take long for word to get around that I was joining the worship team (‘twas news to me). Membership on the worship team=instant Korean and foreigner friends. By the way, did I mention the fact that my older brother has been here for three years? He and his Korean fiancée were automatically an established support group as I entered this country. EVERYTHING was easy. Even getting here was easy. Nothing really came with difficulty or effort (except the Korean I choose to study every once in a while :().

For those of you who care, did you notice that there isn’t any mention of God or Jesus in, like, any of this entry? Take a look at my weekly schedule paragraph. Nada. Nothing. Sure, there’s ‘worship team this’ and ‘church’ that, but God is absent from my weekly schedule. Where has the passion gone? I am at a standstill. I am stagnant and comfortable, when I do not think about Jesus. Even if I remember Him, I pay attention for maybe two days, but then, it’s back to the grindstone without a care. My heart is changing. I am moving away from Him and not really caring about much. I mention to friends that I will pray for them, but all I do is stick their name up on my wall—to give the appearance that I’m actually fulfilling my promises. How did my heart become so lifeless and cold? I can’t fake it anymore.

I have chased after the wind. I have had my time of seeking knowledge, beauty, wealth, pride, and physical pleasure. Everything is meaningless. Everything leaves me empty. Everything reminds me that my heart is seeking more. And this thing that I am seeking is constantly seeking me out. Jesus. It is time for a change. It is time for a change in me that will begin with my heart and stem out from there. It is time for resurrection. I cannot ignore Him any longer. He has promised me—He has actually promised ME that He will never let me go. He will never give up on me. I constantly let go of Him. I have watched several people let go of Him, but more than it grieves my heart to watch them turn, it grieves His heart to watch His Creation turn away. This Man—this Jesus—is the only Person who has never left me. This Jesus is the One who simply whispered “My child” one night while I was wailing on my bed because of my parent’s divorce. I feared and I was alone. He spoke and comforted me. This Jesus is the only One who walks home from church with me on the shady, unlit back-street. I have joy and I sing to Him. This Jesus is MY Jesus, and my God’s a BIG God.

There will be change. There will be love. There will be spontaneity. There will be life and new growth once again. The branches will no longer be tossed away to be used as firewood, but they will be green and bear fruit once again. I am coming back. Switchfoot has a really lame song that probably never made it to their top 10 or whatever, but it’s always been one of my favorites of theirs, “24.” The song is about how the guy sees his life as he’s getting older…how regular and normal his life had become. I will not settle.

I wanna see miracles To see the world change Wrestled the angel for more than a name For more than a feeling For more than a cause I'm singing 'Spirit, take me up in arms with You'And You're raising the dead in me

God is God and I am not. There will be change.

Mr. Rogers

2009-04-22T11:05:00.001-04:00

“I am beginning to feel like Mr. Rogers,” I realized upon entering my home earlier this evening. As I remembered my dear old TV friend from long ago, retracing the steps to his song as he came home each episode, somehow, tears welled up in my eyes. That emotion caused a chuckle at myself, and has now spurred this blog entry to you lovely folk.

Why Mr. Rogers? Well, I entered, took off my coat, hung it in the closet (a task of which all of my family know I am quite challenged), put on my house slippers, and continued on with my normal after-work routine. (It was the hanging up of the coat that sparked my memory.) Sometimes, I even change into more comfortable clothes, just as Mr. Rogers put on his house coat after hanging up his jacket in the closet. J I’m sure that was intriguing for you. I tell you this mundane story just because it is something mundane. I have mundane here in Korea. I have a routine. What’s more, I can laugh at myself because of it. For some reason, though, the thought of Mr. Rogers and this mundane-ness brought tears to my eyes. Perhaps it was the thought of connecting to something of my past. Perhaps the tears were caused by a realization that I have something like home here—something like routine and stability. *Smile.* Perhaps I cried simply at the fact that I hung my coat up two times in a row.

Either way, I suppose I can tell you a little more of the life I live here, now that it’s been 5+ months. The other day, I forgot how old I am in America…for the 2nd time. Now, I need to spare you all the details (and me all the effort) of explaining exactly what this means…but I’ll simply state that Korean ages are not the same as American ages. I think I have it down now: I am 22 in America, but 24 in Korea. I know my Korean age for sure, so, Mom, please correct me if I’m off on the American one. Seriously, though, I just had to laugh at myself TWICE after this ridiculous mistake. The first time, I was signing up online for this traveler thing called “couch surfers.” As I entered my birthday, it said I was 23 in age. I looked really hard at it and thought, “I’m not 23, AM I? .. How old AM I in America??” I determined that the website was wrong and I really was, in fact, 22 in America. May 9, 1986. AAAND the second time I got confused was talking to my college friend Nikki who just arrived here last week to teach English. I’m so glad I can laugh about all of this, because it really is something people don’t forget at such a young age.

Let’s see…next random thing: my apartment Christmas lights are still up. This is Gibson-Weyforth-style, yo, but no, they do not remain up because of any laziness or physical impairment that has disabled me from removing them from my *doorway*. Really take no offense at that—I was part of the lazy crew that was able, but not willing, to remove the lights at home after the holiday season was long gone. I leave my lights up purely as an attempt at an apartment decoration. You see, my dollar-store-equivalent lights have 15 different settings (only one of which I use). The BEST setting is when the bulbs dim from blue to yellow to green to red…slowly fading in and out of color. :D Cooler than any American lights, yo.

OH! I bought an aloe plant finally! Aunt Barb ALWAYS had aloe at her house, which was just the COOLEST thing, so I finally found one small enough for me to nurture. As an added bonus, I bought a rosemary plant, too!! I <3 rosemary in cooking.

Have you heard about the yellow dust in Asia? Well, it’s YELLOW DUST time here! Fine-blown sands and pollutants fly in on the winds that blow the Gobi desert to our doorsteps. These yummy pollutants reach even over the East Sea to Japan! And this, my dear friends and family, is the reason for the characteristic eye and eyelash shape of the Asian people. J This fact came from my big bro Gabe, so if I’m wrong, blame him… but it totally makes sense to me. Over time, the people had to develop physical traits that would protect them from these blowing desert sands…long, thin eyes and eyelashes that basically tilt down (instead of curl up and out like all women [and some men] want them to do). As an added bonus, Korean people developed the tendency toward like zero hair on their body…this plays into the desert scene somehow, but I don’t really remember…
I now have a real, authentic, point card! Yes, hold your applause…it’s just that Koreans have cards for everything and everywhere you go…so much so that it’s nearly a close call to be able to find the correct card in your 2-inch thick card holder in order to receive your 50 cent discount at the movie theater before your movie starts. I now have an awesome Superman point card (from LG Telecom, my hand-uh pone provider), a COSTCO card, a Café Plain Vanilla card, a Bandi & Luni’s Bookstore card, and a Body Shop card—none of which are credit cards. J Yay, I’m turning Korean.

Now that I’ve mentioned Café Plain Vanilla, I shall tell you of a sweet evening I had there alone just last week. I decided to take some work home with me, as I needed to complete my kids’ report cards to hand in the next day. I had been waiting for an excuse to go to Café Plain Vanilla alone, as it became my favorite café after one visit with a fellow foreigner friend a few months back. I took my tote bag with the incomplete reports on the 10-minute walk to this café on the happenin’ Rodeo street this one fine evening and climbed the stairs to the 2nd floor café. Sitting myself down on a cushioned bar stool at a lighted work desk, I ordered a Peach Jasmine Smoothie and began my work. Every once in a while, I looked around me to take in the scene: a group of friends barefoot and enjoying wine over in the pillow and low Korean table area, or to look at the clever way the restaurant owners created a hanging light out of dried flowers wound around what looked like a small strand of Christmas bulbs. The place just makes me smile. It warms, it glows, and the music even soothes the soul. The mix that night was a variety of interesting international songs—some in English, some in Korean, some simple jazz, and one very nice song in French. It is this French song that made my night perfect, instead of a tedious chore of grading. As soon as the first few chords and words fell onto my contemplative ears, I smiled to myself, chuckled, and travelled back in time to the days at Juniata College when I was “studying hard” in the international house with good friends, downloading tons of swing dancing music into my computer, and enjoying life to the fullest in those very moments. The song?

Je ne veux pas travaillerJe ne veux pas déjeunerJe veux seulement oublierEt puis je fume
I don't want to work, I don't want to lunch I only want to forget and so I smoke.
~Pink Martini

The rest of the song is rather dreary, if you ask me, but the meaning of the words in English isn’t what draws me to the song—it’s the memories behind it that matter. If you were part of any of those memories, I hope you can have those times of reliving them, as I did. If you are not, I still hope you can enjoy your times of basking in the memories of yesteryear.

So it seems this email was one about life and not really about work and play. Perhaps I owe you another blog post soon about the updates concerning my school and all that entails.
I love you all. Until next time.

What changes may come...

2009-02-10T06:49:00.000-05:00

2009.02.08_whatchange

EXTRA EXTRA! Two notes in one day!

March 2^nd begins the new school year in Korea. I am quite nervous about this, because there will be a lot of change for my school, and consequently, me, during this time. Basically, my school sold itself to a bigger organization, because we were losing money, I believe. Therefore, I now have a new director, new co-workers, a renovated school building, and at least two new English teachers. My current Korean English-teaching co-worker will leave at the end of this month, which makes me quite sad. We became quick friends, though the difference in our ages is over 15 years. She introduced me to my church after just one week of being here, and she’s been a strong Christian support and encourager for me in the past 3 months.

These new changes could mark the beginning of something great, like more friendships, greater organization (with my own desk!), and a better teaching curriculum, but I am still uneasy. It does feel like the grounds being taken from under my feet. I have almost 4 months of experience now, but my students, my curriculum, and my teaching methods will soon change. It will be like starting afresh—just when I felt like I had my ducks in a row. Such is life.

Tomorrow, I will walk into a newly renovated school, complete with an expanded kitchen, expanded office, smaller play area for the children, my own desk and computer, and a new library with 1,000 plus English reading books. If all goes well, on March 2^nd, our new employees will begin—a new native speaker and a new bilingual Korean teacher. Soon, we shall pick our new curriculum (some of the weight of that rests on my amateur shoulders) and buy books for the hoards of new students we hope to receive. In this new school year, every English class I teach will be with a Korean co-teacher. We will teach all subjects in English, as the parents desire, including history, math, science, and art. My school is primarily a Kindergarten, so it is our job to prepare students for entry into English elementary schools. Aeeeee. Dear Katy, welcome to Kindergarten teacher 101. I am just glad I’ll have a co-teacher to co-bear this burden. Yes, English kindergarten is a burden, considering the kids don’t speak English!

So…these are my worries right now. There you go. In terms of personal life, read my other entry for today. Additionally, I’ll be doing some spiritual and physical house-cleaning. My pastor really inspired me today. My room appearance always reflects the condition of my spirit, my heart. Gaaa…I’m glad you cannot see my room (aka my studio apartment). How’s that for being vague aka safe?

Hangoog-au & the 5th month

2009-02-10T06:36:00.000-05:00

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In about 10 days, I’ll be entering my 5^th month in Korea. At this point, I am getting really greedy to learn the Korean language. I regret that I haven’t studied enough—I could have known so much more Korean by now. This weekend, I had conversations about learning language with a couple different people. Tonight’s conversation was about being a foreigner who enters a country without any previous knowledge of the language. I had this conversation with a bilingual Korean. She told me she couldn’t imaging what it would be like living in a country when you can’t even understand any of the letter characters around you. I realized then that I couldn’t give a fair opinion/answer to her ponderings, because I speak English. Almost anywhere I go, there will be someone who knows a little bit of English. For example, I got lost in an underground mall yesterday looking for a bookstore. One of the young mall employees saw my confusion, offered to help, and we had a pleasant conversation in English on the five-minute walk to the store. All the subway and street signs are romanticized or in English. I believe all business owners have to pass an English proficiency test. This makes it so easy—too easy—for an English speaker to go anywhere. If you sense guilt in me, you are correct.

While I realize it is such a blessing to be a native English speaker in our global age, I cannot help but feel guilt for the ease with which I thrive in this world, while others struggle. I teach English to four and five year olds. Do I fully agree with the idea of subjecting children to English as a second language at such an early age? No. I received free public school education (including free Spanish for a year) from age 5-12 until my mother homeschooled me. I am floored when I try to calculate how much parents pay for their childrens’ English education here in Korea. My best guess, at over $500 per month, would end up being over $80,000 from age 4-18 just for one kid. And that’s only counting English lessons at a private school. Korean kids also have a mixture of extraneous activities and private lessons that take up their days from sometimes 7am to 10pm Monday to Saturday. Oh Asians. I think Asians “get” the drift, though. To know English is to thrive and prosper. To the best of my ability, I am trying to avoid any ethnocentric or Eurocentric ideologies…these are just the musings of me as a native-English-speaking foreigner in South Korea in the year 2009.

So you know what I bought at the bookstore? I bought a beginning Korean language book set and a $5 copy of Anna Karenina. (I just couldn’t resist the $5 part of the book that I started reading right before I got here.) Every Sunday afternoon, I have a 1.5 hour Korean class provided free-of-charge as a ministry of my church for any English-speaking foreigners (including Uzbek and Vietnamese university students). For three months, I’ve had one class per week. I don’t have much to show for it, because I’m not driven enough to learn this language. It’s too easy to expect and rely on other people knowing English. That’s so Eurocentric, so I am from now on reforming my ways. This is Katy’s Reformation. I’m like…eh, I’m out of college…I don’t HAVE to study anything. I’m not being graded. It doesn’t matter for a test. NO. It matters for survival. NO. It matters for respect and courtesy for the culture in which I live. I can survive here—thrive here—without learning a lick of Korean…but it would be wrong.

Wherever you are, be all there.

newness

2009-01-02T09:25:00.002-05:00

Hehe...so here's me with my big nose. Notice the big nose, the new glasses, the new hair (new being the relative term for all of you back home...i've had it all for at least a month)...

The picture taken by me with my new CAMERA! Yea, i'm super excited about this...i've never owned a digital camera before and i forgot to even bring my film camera! NOW you all will be inundated with pictures pictures pictures! pray that it doesn't get stolen. that would make me sad.

language

2008-11-27T08:21:00.002-05:00

someone once told me i should marry a linguist. a small part of me is realizing more and more how incredible that would be.

as i break through the surface of this world across the world from "home," i begin to indulge my unknown desire for languages other than my own. sure, i learned a bit of spanish, a bit of Russian, and even a bit of Ukrainian, but i have never been immersed into an unknown culture speaking an unknown tongue for so long before. it's incredible. being here hearing nothing but Korean spoken everywhere i go forces me to listen intently to the patterns of speech with what little grammar patterns i know. i watch expressions, listen for vocal inflections, and hear each and every phrase or small word i know. i am amazed at the amount of simple conversation i can understand just following these patterns. having only three lessons in Korean, i am indebted to the seemedly simple structure of the Korean language system and the great amount of expression in each person's vocal inflections.

yes, i realize my words are so completely immature in judgement, but i wanted to make sure i expressed this as the Korean language is unveiled before my eyes. i am so grateful that i have this opportunity to learn a language while living in its native country. what a blessing! It is Thanksgiving after all. I will reflect.

…

I think everyone studying to teach English to English speakers should have a time where they teach to non-native English speakers. Most of us forget how we originally learned English. We forget all the patterns, constantly learning vocabulary, and all the time it took. May I be so bold as to say that we, as native English speakers, got it easy? Do you realize how many people in nations all around the world spend excessive amounts of money and time learning the language that we were taught for free from day one?

Katy's Warm Korean Fruit Compote Cocktail

2008-11-27T07:52:00.003-05:00

Recipe (serves 3):

1 red apple

1 persimmon

2 kiwifruits, peeled

2 Tbsp raw sugar, appx

1-2 cup water, appx

1-2 cup peach milk (it's like a SoBe juice), appx

Splash of plum wine

1. Cut all fruit. Leave the peels on the apple and persimmon to boost flavor.

2. Put all ingredients in a lidded pot on high heat until it boils. Stir occasionally.

3. Set pot on low heat. Boil for about 10 minutes.

4. Enjoy the deliciousness.

This was my Thanksgiving, y'all. Myself alone creating a wondrous delight for my (and your) tummy completely by accident. I consider it my cornucopia, for which I am very thankful. :)

Almost a month...

2008-11-12T09:09:00.000-05:00

Annyeonghaseyo!

This is my second report from Seoul, South Korea…the first can be found on my blog at http://www.katygoeskoreanstyle.blogspot.com. Family members hearing from me for the first time: I nabbed your emails from the email Gabe recently sent home to you. Friends hearing from me for the first time: why didn’t you read my blog before now?? >(

I have been here almost a month and I can hardly believe it. Oh how I am always surprised at how quickly time flies. I had my first Korean lesson on Sunday, but I don’t know if I learned anything. Unfortunately, I entered during the middle of a beginner class, so the other students are not on my level. I feel I might learn more by teaching myself, but I will ignore that temptation of antisocial behavior. For now, the lessons I take are free (though only once a week), so I shall continue.

Gabe and Min have been my personal tour guides—I am so thankful they are sharing Korea with me so willingly! This past Saturday, we went to the Seoul Grand Park Zoo. J I was thrilled, honestly, because I haven’t been to a zoo in a very long time. As far as I know, I’ve never seen so many genetically modified animals in one day…Gabe informs me that Korea is one of the (if not the main) national leaders in cloning…it makes me wonder if you could consider it a zoo with real animals or not. The raccoon/dog mix was certainly something I’ve never seen before. Two weeks ago, Gabe and Min took me to Seooreung in western Seoul, the burial site of five tombs of royalty that lived during the Joseon Dynasty. That was a day filled with beautiful nature, changing leaves, and a lovely hike. It is true when ‘they’ say you never really appreciate something until you no longer have it—I cried, literally holding back tears, when I saw the mountains surrounding Seoul for the first time. I had been in the city for 2 weeks, walled in with smog and high city buildings. A lump formed in my throat at the sight of mountains directly ahead as I rode in the passenger side of the bus during our school field trip to the Museum of Natural History. I guess I forgot all the times people told me you can see the mountains from nearly wherever you are in Seoul—a city surrounded by mountains. Therefore, back in my apartment on a very clear Sunday afternoon, I looked out my window on the 8^th floor and beheld mountains.

Apart from those two weekend days, I have been solo here. Slowly, I am meeting people and making friends. I really want to find a dance place (where I can continue Swing and Ballroom), but I haven’t had luck searching online in my area. Apparently, I did miss the Seoul Lindy Exchange—I was even here that weekend, but oh well. Each time I do something new (like take my laundry to the cleaners or order food at a street-side restaurant), it takes me about 10 extra minutes to get out the door, because I am afraid to just take that one step out of my apartment… but finally taking that one step and closing the door in the face of fear behind me just makes each additional step that much easier. The language barrier is my greatest fear…I think it’s actually my greatest fear even in English—I don’t know what to say in this situation or in that situation. I love the way my English school director communicates with me: she doesn’t compose English sentences well, though I am increasingly impressed with her reading and object recognition abilities in English. Basically, her communication to me consists of her speaking what she knows in English, telling me the rest in her most familiar language of Korean, and then cleaning up her sentences with greater clarity in English for me. Communication takes a longer amount of time, but the message gets to me—and we have fun in the meanwhile. It really puts a smile on my face to see how proud she is after successfully completing with me what is really a difficult conversation for her. Those of you who know me well know how hard it is for me to communicate deep feelings or difficult situations verbally. Those of you who have encouraged me along the way to just “spit it out and clean it up later” will be happy to hear that I am learning that very same message now as I write this halfway across the world.

As I pause to collect my thoughts after I scattered them into the words of the last paragraph, I realize I cannot write more than one truly meaningful thing in a journal entry or letter home. My mind is overwhelmed now with thoughts of communication. I am thankful that truth of the last paragraph found its way onto paper, since it was roaming in my mind still uncollected from my experiences here. You know how they say a good pastor preaches to himself when he addresses his church? Well, I now believe the same is true with writers.

I say goodnight to you all…I love you, as always.

Peace,

Katy Shea

...address?

2008-10-27T10:52:00.002-04:00

Hey all, I think I have figured out my address :)

I got something in the mail...and by something, I mean I have absolutely no idea what it is, since it's in Korean. So this something has my address on it, of course, so the only way I can go wrong now is if I translate it incorrectly.

Ok, here goes...

katy weyforth
gangdong-gu, cheonho-dong
449 beonsi 49 ho, hilltop officetel 809ho
seoul, south korea 134-785

...

an alternative (americanized) version:

katy weyforth
hilltop building 809ho
gangdong-gu, cheonho-dong
seoul, south korea 134-785

hehe-my guess is that most will get here... i am interested to know...

Seoul

2008-10-23T08:42:00.001-04:00

This message was originally intended to be an email, but forget that...

I live in a city alive and buzzing. I live in a city where century-old culture thrives next to new high-rise business and apartment buildings. My apartment is on the 8^th floor of one of the tallest buildings in this city’s smog-limited sight distance, and my giant ½ wall-sized window takes all of this in as I merely record. Fortunately, for me (and all other residences of my building), the first floor (and below) yields businesses such as: a tiiiiny laundromat, a 24-hour One-Stop shop, a billiard room, several small restaurant(s) and bar(s), a small clothing store, and more to discover. J This is no ordinary apartment building…or at least not ordinary for this American and probably most of you reading.

For those of you who don’t know, I am in Seoul, South Korea for a year teaching English before I journey into the geology grad school realm. Feel free to reply and in your message, you have my permission to yell at me for not telling you during my 2-month time of preparation, or just reply with any comments at all.

Last Saturday was a joyous occasion, as my brother Gabe and his fiancée Min Jung travelled over an hour to my apartment, pulling me out of jet-lagged sleepiness, in order to reunite and welcome me with open arms to their home country. We walked around town trying to find a place for some good Korean eats. Afterwards, we went to a few stores for my grocery needs (like food and TP—it’s scented here, by the way). Our journey culminated at the E-Mart, where we purchased most things. 10pm and the “supermarket” was buzzing. I was amazed at the life in the store at this hour! What’s more—it was LOUD. With samples out, we couldn’t go more than 5 or 6 aisles without passing an employee shouting some sort of “BUY THIS” or “THIS IS ON SALE” as we passed. It made me think of the idea of an indoor Indian street market with all the scents and noises that accompany it—only the Aladdin version, since I have never been to India.

I must say—I had my first taste of pig skin that night in the store. This was an accident, I assure you, but I blame my brother, as he gave it to me and explained after I ate it. J Just to invite you all into that experience, I choose to inform you that pig skin tastes like hot dogs…an encouraging story, eh?

I only wish I had learned at least a few more phrases in Korean before I arrived here. Now it is time for me to learn quickly—and that is not something I do well yet. I have learned the alphabet, so I am happy to say I take about 1-2 seconds to sound out each syllable of a Korean word. This is not helpful on the subway, and it definitely would not be helpful if I were late and lost on a street somewhere, so I must master my alphabet literacy quickly. I can tell someone I am busy, studying, or say hello or thank you, but I have yet to learn the necessary phrases like, “Do you speak English,” “I don’t speak Korean,” or “Where is the bathroom.” In comparison, the latter phrase was actually the first I learned in Ukrainian. J I found that when my brother asked if I knew how to say “How much is it?” I nearly replied, “Skeelky tse koshtooye,” the Ukrainian equivalent. Now I understand why Shiloh and Nikki, two Americans students studying French at my former college, had such a hard time pulling the French out of their heads during out Russian class together!

Much to my delight (and hopefully yours), I am finding more and more reasons to love it here…and that is only after five days. Thanks to Susan, I have a travel journal. This past weekend, I had so much down time to myself that it could have been maddening. Instead of going crazy (or finding somewhere to party the night away), I chose to write in this journal. The front cover displays one of my favorite prayers, the Serenity Prayer. “God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference,” by Reinhold Neibuhr. In this journal, I had eight pages filled with first impressions and observations after just two days. The I’ll be taking note format (not prose) for some of those entries, as you all know I have a lot to say when I allow my thoughts to flow freely.

There really is oh so much to tell already, but it would fill pages and pages. Much love to all of you, and a special thanks to all who assisted me in getting here—whether by encouraging word, travel wisdom, money during my unemployed summer, or just by love.

Katy Shea

PS—feel free to inform me about your lives in any small or large amount. If I’m not in my apartment, there’s cheap internet available around every corner. Don’t be strangers.

Light at the end...

2008-09-19T20:55:00.002-04:00

I AM EMPLOYED AND PACKING FOR KOREA! Just when I felt more waiting would be unbearable, I got a message yesterday from this sweet recruiter named Sun A (Son-ah) with whom I've been seeking employment for the past month. She found a job for me in Seoul and she wanted to know if I was interested. Answer: yes, so I agreed to a phone interview that night (last night). After more communication and a good night's rest, I woke to an email with a contract offering me the job. Four hours later, the contract was signed, scanned, and mailed along with my other documents to South Korea. :D I have waited so long for this.

Start date: October 20th, 2008

End date: October 19th, 2009

I leave as soon as I get my visa and Sun A arranges my flight. The visa should take 2-4 weeks, so PRAY for expedited service all around!

Katy Goes to Korea??

2008-08-22T17:28:00.000-04:00

Hey all!

After a grueling summer waiting to hear from any and all geology jobs I've applied to in the past six months, I've decided to take a different route...straight to South Korea. My current plan is to teach English in Korea for a year. During this time, I'll be putting money away for the next year, in which I hope to be a VISTA volunteer for Americorps as a geologist in either Appalachia or Colorado. With AmeriCorps, I will be serving less-fortunate communities with my geology skills--something I dream of doing as a career one day in volcanology. After I complete the VISTA program, I plan to attend graduate school in either Hawaii, Washington state, or somewhere there are active volcanoes. There, I will get my Master's in Volcanology or something of the sort. So there's my next four plus years in a nutshell...and if you know me, one paragraph REALLY is a nutshell. :)

Return to my blog, as I'll update as often as I can while in Korea!

OH--I hope to leave near the beginning of October. I am still waiting for my documents; once I have all of them gathered, I can notify the ASK Now (Accessing South Korea Now) agency and they will probably contact me within 48 hours with a request for an interview from a potential employer.