In which the author comes out of her laziness-imposed blog hiatus to tell you about staying in Korea for one more year.
To begin with one of the ultimate clichés: time flies. Note that being a cliché doesn’t make it any less true; in fact, rather the opposite.
In some ways it’s crazy to think that I’ve been living in Korea for eight whole months (as of last Thursday, November 24), but in others it feels like I’ve always lived here, like back home was just a dream. Which is also crazy.
The next day I headed off to the other city on the island, Seogwipo. It was the first time I’d been there so I carefully consulted my TaLK Jeju Orientation book to find out which bus I should take and where to catch it. I took bus 502 to City Hall (east of where I live) and caught the 5.16 to Seogwipo. (It’s named after the road it drives on, I worked out later.)
My newly-acquired mad teaching skillz were put to the test the very next day. Upon my arrival at school my co-teacher informed me with a smile that she had teacher training or something and so I’d been teaching all the classes myself. “But their homeroom teachers will be there!” she assured me.
I was a little excited. In case you couldn’t tell. Ahem.
And no, the teddy bear museum is not one of them.