In about a month I’ll return to Korea. When I do I’ll be living in Jeollanam-do, quite close to one of my best Korean friends, KH. This makes me glad. In the past I’ve only been able to see him once or twice a year, but it’s usually been a memorable time when we have caught up.
I originally met KH in Australia, of all places. I was taking CELTA in Sydney, and he was one of the crash test dummy students who got free English lessons in exchange for being taught by incompetents. At that time he was taking a post-army, mid-university gap year, theoretically to learn English in Australia. Actually he was learning a bunch of laid-back Australian habits – marijuana, sick days, overuse of the word “mate” – that would leave him forever dissatisfied with the obligations of Korean society.
He’s a bright guy; he’s also funny. In Australia, he worked as a removalist and enjoyed subverting customers’ stereotypes about both Koreans and removalists.
“Don’t Koreans eat dog?” a customer once asked him.
“Sometimes,” he said. Slyly, he then asked them if they had a dog. They conceded they did.
“What’s it’s name?” KH asked.
“Mm,” KH said; I imagine somewhat wistfully, with a slight smile. “Perfect.”
Another appealing quality of KH’s, particularly to an introvert such as myself, is that he is one of those people who enjoys bringing friends from different social circles together and then seeing what happens. A night with KH usually involves him making and receiving a number of phone calls and moving around the city from place to place, rendezvousing and separating from groups of people that he knows. Making friends with Koreans isn’t easy, so I’ll be glad to have a friend like that close by when I am back in Korea.
But one time when I visited him there were no other friends to be found. Read more
Q: I am considering teaching abroad with my girlfriend in South Korea. Is it easier to work with a recruiter if you’re trying to find jobs in the same schools or schools nearby? Preference toward public versus hagwon? – Texas22
Q: I was wondering if you knew or had any insight on this particular situation: I am a tall, thin Caucasian looking girl (South American and Euro descent) brunette with light skin… My boyfriend and I want to do this together (teach in Seoul) but he is half black half white… Light skin almost like mine, thin and he’s 6’3 .. We meet all the qualifications, but I’ve read different things that minorities, particularly African Americans have the biggest difficulty? We obviously want to get the same city but are not super hung up on getting the same school, since that is unlikely. So, I was just wondering would it be very difficult for him? Or for us for that matter? – Travelbug Read more
Let me tell you – that most recent couple of posts on the future of teaching in Korea is the last time I will ever write a post which balloons to the point where I think, “Screw it: I’ll just put up what I have so far and finish it off in a second part, later.” I completely lost interest in the project between parts 1 and 2, and had to force myself to finish it. It’s probably not my finest moment. Sorry.
But it did lead me to thinking about what I want to do with this blog. So, in the spirit of the new year, I came to a resolution. Read more
This is the second and final part of my look at the future of teaching English in Korea. Part 1, looking at how competitive it has become to find a public school job in Korea, is here.
One of the things that started me thinking about these posts was this article on the “Golden Age” of teaching English in Korea. The other inspiration was my own effort to find something a little more permanent for myself in Korea; something beyond the endless series of one-year contracts and one-room apartments offered by the public school system. Read more
“Positions in Korean public schools are becoming increasingly competitive.”
This is something you hear a lot; I’ve written it myself on here a few times. Sometimes you will hear even more alarmist things. “GEPIK is finished.” “The recruiters all have waiting lists.” “There are ten applicants for every EPIK position.” “In five years, there won’t be any native teachers at public schools in Korea.”
But what is the truth of all this? Official figures are hard to find, and much of it seems to exist only on the ever-rampant, never-terribly-reliable foreigner community grapevine. Read more
I got a university job. Barring some sort of calamity – a possibility I am trying not to think about too much – I will be working at a small, private university in Jeollanam-do from the beginning of March. Listen carefully and you can probably hear my excited yell from way over here in Australia. Read more
A minority of people who come to teach English in Korea are, I suppose, just economic refugees: unable to get a job at home, and in Korea for the money. But I don’t think this is true for most people. For most people it is a chance to do something different with their lives; to live overseas for a year or more, to experience another culture and hopefully change and develop as a person.
And yet for many people who come to Korea, this idea seems to go awry at some point. At first, they drink and find it all exciting, then they drink and find it all frustrating and hostile and alien, and eventually they go home with not much to show for it but some stories of cheap alcohol, clubbing in Seoul, and Koreans always telling them things at the last minute.
Why is this? I don’t always have the highest opinion of many of my fellow waegukin. Often, the problem is with the people themselves. For some, particularly the less mature ones, this really is what they had in mind by “exploring another culture” – seeing some beaches and temples and getting drunk in them. Meeting people from other countries, and sleeping with them. A sort of post-university gap year. I’m not making a moral judgment, because I was young once, too, and almost everyone goes through a period of acting up when they first get here – more on that later – but the people who come here only seeking that sort of experience can give everyone here a bad name, and leave a lot of damage behind when they go home. So I’m not going to defend them, either. I can understand wanting to have those experiences, but expecting to be paid for them is a bit much. Read more
My university work is finished. Excluding something really dramatic, like nuclear war or the administration office losing their record of my fee payments, I’ll graduate in December with a Masters of Education (TESOL). Small – very small – applause, please.
I’ve done well, too. Since I’ve been back I’ve had nothing but high distinctions for everything I’ve had graded, and I think my final essays will also get very good grades. I’ve had the luxury of time to work on them, and I’ve been able to get engaged with researching and writing them. My professors seem to think I write well. Perhaps even smaller applause for that one; I once wanted to be a writer, you know.
In other ways, being back in Australia has been a sort of enveloping, unchallenging nothingness. Read more
We’re in the dog days now. I have three more days of summer camp to teach, and then I’m finished. Vacation, then home.
Summer camp is easy. The classes are small, the kids are all decent and they’re in that relaxed vacation mood. The classes are heavy on crafts and pretty light on English study, to be truthful. But that’s OK. It’s camp. Read more
My school is a little different. Depending on who you ask, my school is either the future of Korean education, or a hotbed of commie ideologues producing poorly educated children. My school is a “혁신학교” – a Korean innovation school.
The 혁신학교 program isn’t well documented in English on the internet. Read more