I work in a school that provides me a standard Korean lunch on a daily basis. It’s really convenient because I never have to worry about packing a lunch or whether or not I’m going to eat nutritiously today, because for the most part it’s always nutritious.
The only thing that drives me crazy about this provided lunch is that some days (today) a couple hours before lunch, I’ll be sitting in my office and I’ll get a strong whiff of what I think smells absolutely delicious; and at 12:20, I begin my descent downstairs, reminiscing over that delectable smell I was blessed with earlier.
I open the door to the lunch room and am hit in the face with some naaaaasty funk emanating from those tin pan school serving dishes. Where did that delicious odor disappear to, and who’s bright idea was it to replace it with this pungent attack to my olfactory system.
Dreading what I’m going to find inside, I walk over and remove the lid. Awesome. Trying not to scoff I take a deep breath and say: “mmm, just what I wanted….” My co-teachers smile approvingly and I help myself to meager portions of who knows what.
Wish me luck because today smells particularly delicious. Please don’t be sea squirt again.
For some reason, it drives me crazy when people where glasses without lenses. Why do people do this? At least put some non-prescription lenses in those frames to avoid looking like such a fucking half-wit.
Though to be honest, I’ll probably still shoot you a confused and disapproving look for wearing glasses when you don’t need to but a lot less than what you’d get from me if you wore those ridiculous lens-less frames.
I’ve now been working at my job as an English Teacher for over eight months. As I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, my name is a little difficult for the kids to say and I’m often called Lion instead of Ryan. That’s okay. I find it endearing and I’m really just happy they’re trying.
What isn’t okay is always being called Aaron by the rest of the staff. He was the other “white man” that worked at my school before I started. We look nothing alike, besides our skin colour, yet all of the teachers call me ‘Aaron.’ At first I would just politely smile and laugh a little bit but it’s starting to get aggravating.
I got home from work toady at 5PM. I laid down in bed with my girlfriend computer. My eyes felt heavy and my body lethargic. I somehow allowed my subconscious to justify a nap, something I’ve been very adamant about putting a stop to after work.
I felt my blinking slow and experienced intermittent periods of consciousness. I even mentally reassured myself that I was just'resting my eyes.' ….. but I wasn’t.
Some letters I received for Teacher’s Day in South Korea:
Hello Lyeon Teacher. Hi. I’m Alex. Today is Korean Teacher’s day. Sorry I can’t give you gift because I don’t have money. I give you a letter. okay? Well, your face is different [than] Korean people but you are funny and so friendly and your jokes [are] funny.
From Alex (Class 5/5)
I do look different, that’s true. I think that’s half the reason they find me so funny.
“I don’t have any classes to teach, I’m done all my grading, desk spring cleaning, and I’m sans good book/film to watch. Is it wrong to go on Chat Roulette while at work? Probably, eh?”—Thinking out-loud.
...firstly, yes, my Dad has Facebook and we are friends.
"whats going on does everyone get a holiday but u. r u coming home ? when ? at one point u were talking about staying another 6 mths can u do that come home and go back? how is everything going how is the weather do u plan on doing any travel at the end of the school term when does school end? i know alot of questions just looking to find out what your plans r send me a note love dad"