Maybe you will, maybe you won't

Yup, I'm sitting here in my English classroom, watching the foggy mist roll over the mountains in the distance...knowing I should go to the bathroom, but a bit too lazy to actually move...

I can distinctly remember the conversation my Korean co-teacher and I had at lunch yesterday...'Yes, tomorrow maybe class, maybe no.' When I heard this, I thought 'Well, we'll see what happens'

So far, 10:30, it's leaning towards maybe no. This isn't necessarily a problem, I mean, I've had ample time to start this Blog, to which I'm still somehow opposed...because I know I'm going to forget about it in a week's time...not because writing isn't fulfilling, just because of the whole Twitter/Blog/Facebook sensation, passing trends in a digital world...Now's not the time for such digressions though, maybe at 11:30...

Anyways, if you decide to teach in Korea, and I hate to use this cursed word again, it is DYNAMIC, meaning things can change at the last minute. One day, you can expect a full day, only to find out there's testing, or sports day (which is quite fantastic!!), etc. The best approach, 'don't worry about it'.

While abroad, you can't let life's hiccups bother you, it's all gotta roll off the back. As foreigners, there's really not much we can do. To really enjoy your time, you've gotta negotiate what to get upset about, otherwise you're in for a looooooong trip.

02-09-10 Pohang, South Korea

So terrified...my heart is stomping against my chest...trying to get out...

It's 9:30 AM, and as much as I love teaching, I'm sweating and shaking, my nerves are breaking, and I really am reaching for my ultimate daydream that my students won't show up...

You've gotta understand, if you've ever taught young'uns, you can hear them stampede to your room, their indiscernible chirps get increasingly louder with each breath-stopping step, each second passes and each hair on your body stands up at attention, little follicle soldiers ready for action, you realize you're holding your breath, but you can't will yourself to breathe...you just wait...and panic culminates deep in your bones and you're paralyzed...waiting for that explosive release...and then it happens....time stops when you hear the knock on the door...it all rises to a blissful climax when they slide that door open and shout, "HELLO TEACHER!!"

1st grade...little monsters that can't be contained in one activity for more than 5 minutes...