Right when I thought things were going well, I hit another big bump in the road. My coteacher picked me up this morning and took me to school. He called me last night to remind me (for the 239305th time) that he would pick me up at “am, seven tirdy”. He showed up at 7:10, right as I was walking out the door to get breakfast. No big deal, though, I can always wait for lunch.
We got in the car and he told me to write down my name, home town, education, and hobbies. This struck me as odd because he’s asked me for the same thing twice already. He could tell that I was confused, so he explained: “I am drunk at night and lose it.” Nice, dude. Super professional.
When we got to school, he told me that it is “busy day.” It sounded a lot like “pussy day,” so we had a few awkward moments. Eventually, he spelled it for me and we moved on. He also told me that it was, “too pussy for lunch.” So it looks like lunch might not be an option after all. So, I’m going to be pretty damn hungry when I get home. More importantly, I can tell that I’m losing patience more quickly today because I’m hungry.
Mr. Kim walked me into the main teachers’ office and told me to have a seat on a couch in the corner of the room. I was facing away from the entire office, staring at a bookcase. As teachers began to arrive, they walked right past me. I’m sure they thought I was rude, sitting facing away from the entire room. One or two said hello (in Korean), but most just looked at me and kept going. He has yet to introduce me to a single teacher. I found out that I am sharing my office with a new teacher. Ms. Shil is very nice and her English is slightly better than Mr. Kim’s. Unfortunately, she doesn’t know anyone yet either.
Ms. Shil did know one thing, though. She told me that, when she arrived this morning, she was told that this is an alternative school. So I’m going to be teaching a bunch of bad kids who apparently hate English class. She said that English is the most difficult subject to teach these kids.
I am starting to get a bit pissed off. I’m not mad at Mr. Kim or anyone else at this school. I have a feeling this was sprung on him at the last minute. He seems to want to help me out, but he simply can’t. I feel like this was a total lack of due diligence on the part of the EPIK staff. During orientation week at Jeonju, we were told repeatedly that our quality of life in Korea (at work and at home) will depend heavily on the quality of our coteacher. Amen to that.
Well, I’m done complaining for the day. I think it’s time to familiarize myself with Google Translate. I just gave it a shot and it helped me talk to my coteacher. Wish me luck.
Until next time.