Independence Day

Well for the first time in my life I am away from America on a National Holiday. I know what it truly means to be independent. In order to be independent simply means to stand alone. ....


I had 6 classes from 3 until 8:30. Once again in Korea study or work is common around the clock. People hardly sleep here. Naps are routine and the saying: Work hard, Play hard truly exists I believe.



I am having a hard time controlling my classes. I have learned mainly through Christina or Bryant and Tracy things that I need to work on improving. I am starting to question my way of teaching. The students not only speak a different language but many of them seem uninterested in what I have to teach them. They dont listen or pay attention. I have found passive treatment works best. I sat today in the front of the board for 10 minutes just watching them goof around. Yelling at them "shut up" is bad or Be Quiet or cho-yung he hay yo which means Be quiet in Korean or Anja say yo....Sit down.....joos say yo....Please....It doesnt matter.
At the end of class I check homework and assign new homework. I am supposed to teach until the Music starts signifying the end of class but I usually finish with time to spare. Thus, this means that the class takes advantage of me and won't listen when I say sit down. When the bell tolls they are already out the door before I say Anyung. Goodbye. or better you're excused.

It will be interesting to see what kind of day tomorrow brings but I am tired of having kids run over me. I might pull some tricks up my sleeve that Bryant/Tracy told me.


Tonight, I just wanted to go home and take sometime to ponder alone. It is as always great to see Bryant and Tracy but I wish I could've been in a more chipper or happy mood.

anyways Tomorrow is a new day. I look forward to a new start and even better the weekend which is just around the corner.

I should go to bed since its almost 1 am and I am sure I will be at McD's tomorrow. I did tell Mr. Chung that I would cook pasta in the morning but I dont feel like it. I always won't mind cooking for him or anyone but unfortunately I think I just hit a low peak.

I shouldn't admit this online and on this blog but I do miss my friends in Missoula. chances are they dont even read this but times are unfortunately changing. I need to stand strong and look for the future.
At the restaurant that we went to I met someone who would like to study japanese and English with me. I think it will be a great addition to my life here.

I gotta go think now and hopefully find some answer. Guomo Mountain is calling me...Something that will have to await until Sunday.

Chances are I will be posting again tomorrow.

Until Then.