Read the ramblings of a middle-aged American teacher, writer and soccer coach teaching English in Seoul, South Korea since August, 2008. Expect entries on education, lesson planning, politics, soccer, food, culture ... and travel
In preparing for my Murder Mystery in London lesson this week, I got worried about what to do with students who finish solving the crime in, say, fifteen minutes, leaving them a half hour to create mischief. So I started looking around for appropriate videos to keep them quiet, at least, until the end of class.
Of course, the obvious choice is some Sherlock Holmes, upon whom the story for the class is more or less based. No fewer than two dozen actors have played the iconic character on film, so which one to choose?
Well, for me, there is no question on this matter--the Granada Televsion series which starred Jeremy Brett is incomparable. Brett's quirky, multi-faceted, chisel-nosed Holmes seems drawn directly from the text, as are the Granada scripts. Production values were emphasized and it appeared the entire canon would finally receive top-notch filmic treatment. Baker Street Irregulars and Victoriana buffs the world over were psyched!
Alas, Mr. Brett (who played Freddie Eynsford-Hill in the film version of 'My Fair Lady' though his singing voice was dubbed--along with Miss Hepburn's) had a heart attack in 1995, leaving about 15 or so of the original stories yet to be made.
While looking around, I noted there is a new Holmes movie coming out, scheduled for release at Christmas. I'm surprised it's taken this long, since the thing hit public domain several years ago.
... or maybe it's already here. It rained persistently today, causing me to cancel plans to go to the FC Seoul game tonight. I love soccer, of course, but going to a game is supposed to be fun, which in my opinion sitting for two hours in the rain isn't.
장 마 Jangma is the Korean name for the East Asian monsoon which delivers the Korean peninsula about 50% of its average annual rainfall in about a one month period. Miss Lee assured me on Friday that I need not worry about it--thanks to global warming, jangma is no more! Which is certainly big news to the meteorologically inclined.
Be that as it may, Jangma, if it arrives, typically arrives with the first days of summer, which equinox-wise isn't actually until tomorrow, so perhaps I am being premature. OTOH, I don't think so, as the monsoon is precipitated by the broad temperature differences between the large Asian landmass and the Pacific Ocean. As the land warms up in the summer, southwesterly winds drop water over the continental margins, Japan, Korea, Taiwan and the coastal lands. There's no cut-off date.
In the winter, things reverse, with the line moving east and carrying dry aeolian dust from the Loess Plateau of China in what Koreans call Yellow Wind.
Anyway, I didn't go to the soccer game, but I watched it on TV. This was the first K-League game in two weeks, as the season went on hiatus for the last of the national team's WC qualifying. The visitor to Sangam was Jeju, who went ahead in the first six minutes. Strangely reminiscent of the game I attended two weeks ago. Just like in that game, Seoul stayed on the attack, drawing even late in the second half and scoring the go ahead goal on a very sweet header with about two minutes to go. The win moves them into first place in the league standings--with the bulk of the season still to come.
... we go to LA and the Times thereof for this story about "HappyHappy", an installation being prepared for a major show at the LA County Museum of Art titled Your Bright Future: 12 Contemporary Artists from Korea, slated to open June 28. Hopefully, my friends in LA will find time to get over there and take some pics for me.
The artist is Choi Jeong-hwa, "an internationally recognized figure known as the father of South Korea's Pop art movement," who apparently scoured the local 99 Cent Only Store to find enough bowls, strainers, funnels and containers to create his colorful, plastic artwork. The article explains that a "champion of recycling and inexpensive, mass-produced goods, Choi draws much of his inspiration from the daily lives of ordinary folks in South Korea. But for commissions far from home, he likes to gather materials close to the installation sites."
I'll leave it at that.
Speaking of the 99 Cent Only Store, do go visit the 99 Cent Chef, one of my favorite blogs, about a dude who creates recipes using 99 Cent Only products. He's got some great videos, BTW.
The news from the ROK tonight, or at least the Seoul Patch, is perhaps unexciting. Today was a national exam practice day at school, which means I didn't have any classes, but still had to go in to work--until 11:00 anyway. I mostly surfed the web and slept. God forbid I save myself the walk to school and do that at home...
Which actually was a bit of an issue, the napping part at least, since I met up with a group of fellow waygookin at Isu for food and drinks last night. The ostensible purpose was to welcome back to Korea a guy named Jerry who is a friend of Andy. I didn't know this bloke, but never having been to Isu (line 4 or 7, just north of Sadang), it sounded good to me. We ended up with quite a crew, and I stayed much later than intended. No, I didn't get kicked off at Sindorim, but I did miss the last bus at Hapjong and had to take a taxi.
I met some new faces, which is always nice, and ate some delicious chee-tato-dalk-galbi, spicy chicken stir fry with cheese and potatoes, for the first time. I'll definitely be having that again! After a brief stint at Jijimi Bar, the entire crew was assembled at Garten Bier. I have mentioned this awesome place before: it's a chain which has refrigerated wells in the tables to hold your beer--which comes in single, double or triple sized beer vases.
So, in essence, Isu is a more refined Sillim, and another locale to add to my list of party districts in Seoul--this city lives for the night-time.
Tonight was the final night of Asian World Cup qualifying on the Korean side, and the Reds hosted Iran--the country with the contested election a few days ago--across the river from my place, at Sangam World Cup Stadium. I didn't go because it looked like rain and I had some sleeping to get in. Besides, Korea is already assured of a spot in South Africa.
So, I watched the game in my chicken hof, where I was the sole customer inside (there were a few tables on the front patio outside) at the beginning. By halftime, two-thirds of the tables were occupied, cheering on the squad. I like the feeling this gives me, of sharing something in common with the Koreans around me. They came from one down to tie it up on a goal by Pak Ji-seong, the Man U winger and National Team captain, and the crowd went wild.
It ended with the 1 - 1 score, so Korea goes to South Africa without a single loss in WC qualifying--the kind of thing Italy and Brazil do. Still, I doubt they'll make the Final Four, as they did in 2002.
And yes, I did go to the gym today before daring to eat fried chicken!
For the benefit of the two or two-point-five people who read this blog with an eye to expanding their ESL lesson portfolio, here is a brief description of this week's lessons for first (10th) and second (11th) graders.
First of all, I decided to give the PPT/touch-screen presentation a rest. I have been very academic and demanding lately, especially of first grade, so this is fun week--even though I hope next week will be really cool (stay tuned).
Second, first grade: I am starting by introducing them to the game "I Spy": you know, I spy, with my little eye, something (color). My classroom is actually pretty colorful due to all the different stuff I have in it, like my plants and their pots, coffee mugs, calendar, the decor, etc, etc.
The key teaching point is the construction, "Is it the _____?" They must phrase the question correctly and use the English term for the object. Very basic, but I'm not really trying to teach anything new this week.
So, whoever guesses my object gets to go next. We do this for about 20 minutes then switch to game #2, "Who Am I?" This is a variation on "20 Questions" whereby the object is always a famous person. I have created a bunch of chits and put them in a coffee mug from which someone (me first) draws a name. Then each table, rotating around the room, asks a Yes/No question to hone in on my identity.
I rearranged the desks to make six tables of six instead of 10 tables of four to give them more chances for their group. And when I'm It, I coach them on how to ask questions that narrow the field rather than eliminate only a small group. In other words, "Are you a Korean singer?" is a poor question, since I could be a Korean or a singer and you didn't eliminate either one.
And again, the language key is phrasing a proper question to get a Yes or No answer. "What's your job?" is a clear violation. Next team. "Are you England?" gets a No where "Are you English?" or "Are you from England?" would be a Yes. "Are you fly?" is a No, unless the target is Offspring, while a better question might be "Can you fly?" if you're a superhero.
Third, second grade: the new unit for this class is titled "The First Australians." Desks are in the usual groups of four. In the warm-up, students try to make as many words as possible from the letters in A-B-O-R-I-G-I-N-A-L; today's winner was 16 in both classes. Turns out, ling is a word, who'da thunk it?
But the main activity is one I took from a Dave Deubbelbeiss "Lesson in a Can" called Running Dictation (scroll to #105 at the bottom) in which students memorize a snippet of the information posted on a document, report it back to the base, taking turns, and repeat until they have "downloaded" the entire document. The first team to complete the task are the winners. This is a really good idea.
However, my students are the world's worst CHEATERS, so Mr Hur and I had to continuously modify placement of the document copies and monitor student behavior until we were no longer posting four copies for their convenience, but only two copies, one located in the hallway outside each door to the classroom.
Since the lesson is about indigenous peoples, I used related texts, for example:
The government of Brazil has recently published photographs of an isolated community of indigenous people living in the Amazon rainforest. It is the first time the world has seen this tribe and the first time for the tribe to see the outside world. The newly-found tribe is surely one of the last remaining peoples on Earth never to have had contact with modern life. The name of the tribe and its exact location are being kept a secret. We only know that the tribe lives in a remote part of the rainforest near the Brazil-Peru border.
One final note I would make is that while I truly appreciate Dave's ESL Classroom 2.0, it is hideously difficult to find anything because the navigation is so poorly organized. Granted, part of that is because of the huge volume of content, but it's moreso because of his idiosyncratic filing-relational-labelling system, for want of a better word. I also dislike having to join a website, even a free one, but this one is worth it for me--if you teach ESL, it's worth it for you, too. One of the best resources.
One more final note I would make is that Mr Hur kept suggesting that students wanted to earn candy for being the winners. These are seventeen year olds. I have used Starburst and Jolly Ranchers before in my career, but only with elementary or middle schoolers. High school students, I explained, should have internalized their motivation for learning and performance by now. Their prize is knowing they won--bragging rights. He agreed, but still suggested they expect something for winning.
That agree/persist thing may be nunchi, the Korean inability to say what they mean, but too bad--we are simply not going to treat high school juniors like ten-year-olds. Grow up.
It was a slow weekend here in the Seoul Patch, as occasionally it should be. Caught up on some laundry, did some shopping, completed my lesson plans for next week ... I did take the time to slip out to Itaewon last night for a thick steak, seemingly unavailable elsewhere in this land, at least at semi-reasonable prices.
I will grant you that a thick juicy steak should be pretty low on the menu for a guy that just complained about a flare-up of the gout, but how do you think I got the condition in the first place? Well, the answer isn't necessarily gluttony, so hush up.
An article this weekend in the New York Times reported new research and new drugs for what it termed "the disease of kings", leaving off the second part of the saying, "the king of diseases" for a level of pain that my doctor told me is second only to childbirth. It's not something I've worried about too much, because I am rarely bothered by it--but when I am, Wow!
Anyway, after my steak I wandered over to Seoul Pub, where I sat near some heavy-lifters. One staggered out almost immediately, leaving his buddy passed out in a booth. A third fell asleep after his first sip of a fresh drink, leaving only the fourth, who waxed rhapsodic about Neil Young's "Harvest" album when some CSNY played. So he was okay by me.
His name was Shane and he claimed to earn about 8 million won a month running his own English lessons out of his home. The only way he has his own business, of course, is that he is married to a Korean. They have a small child--about whom he waxed as rhapsodical as he did Neil Young, maybe more.
He is a Kiwi, which for the uninitiated means he's from New Zealand, the land of Peter Jackson and sheep, and claimed also to have a tattoo of David Bowie. As an empiricist from way back, I wanted proof, so here it is:
Aladdin Sane, no less--the first Bowie album I consciously listened to, shared with me by my friend Tracy in the library at North Greenville College, fall of 1979, when so much more was new.
For the first time since I've been in Korea, actually the first time in a few years, my gout decided to act up today. I did my best to hide it from Mr Hwang as we walked to school this morning, but I was limping noticeably as I walked home from school at lunchtime (I finish after fourth period on Fridays).
When I get it, I get the classic gout--er, metabolic arthritis--which turns my left big toe into a throbbing appendage of agony. And today was the much-heralded day of my Demonstration Class (TM). Still, during that class, I don't do much moving around, a real rarity in my teaching style. The students are presenting reports in pairs, and all I'm doing is taking notes, making comments, and keeping a list of which reports are coming up on the board.
My co-teachers were nervous enough about this demo thing, so I certainly didn't want to freak them out with word that I was less than 100%. Anyway, it went well--very well. I was impressed by the restraint of the students as they listened to other presentations, by the volume and clarity of their speaking voices, and especially by the fact that they mostly got the facts right. I was proud of them.
Well, I came home and had lunch at Burger King, which I haven't done in about two months (and is probably the worst possible meal choice, as gout is caused/exacerbated by red meat, shellfish and alcohol) then took a nap with my leg up. When I awoke, the sharp, stabbing pain had receded and only the dull, throbbing remained. So I went to the gym, since my workout success, such as it is, depends on Friday afternoons.
A cool down, a shower, and here I am in the chicken hof telling you, my dear friends at home and in Korea, my expat blogger coterie, and my internet stalkers, all about it.
Bonus Photograph: Your choice. However, those who want shiny vintage are just SOL.
So, someday, I am going to do a scientific study of male Korean students, their pencil boxes, and their sexuality.
Okay, probably I'm not going to do such a study, but I think someone needs to. In the meantime, I'm going to start posting these pencil boxes of theirs with these weird, weird messages on them. I see fifteen and sixteen year old boys with Hello Kitty pencil boxes. Or two teddy bears proclaiming their undying LUV for each other, or for me, or whoever happens to read it. Mickey Mouse I get, but a plush Panda-shaped one with a zipper down the gullet? A pair of unicorns shrouded in heart-shapes? Or smiley faces that--well, I'll stop describing them and start photographing them, the problem being explaining to a kid why I want to image his pencil box.
After all, it contains a perfectly ordinary set of implements: a ballpoint pen or two, 3 to 5 mechanical pencils, possibly without lead, a marker, a highlighter or two, two drawing pencils that are dulled to the point of unusability, a high-quality polymer gum eraser, a white-out tape roller, 17 Pokemon stickers and an all-but-empty 0.7 mm lead refill cartridge.
No, it's not the contents that intrigue/disturb me, it's the logos, designs and slogans. Of course, they are riddled with Konglish, which drew me particularly to this inaugural example, but they are also--well, fey. I wonder who selects them, but I have to assume Mommy and Daddy don't really give a rat's ass what logo their kids' pencil boxes sport ...
Anyway, first up is this one:
In case you can't read it, it says: "FOODING.... /It's true love we're making/a sonething to lost for all time/(c) Dream Box"
A new tag in the label cloud to your right will be "pencil boxes", also filed under students.
First off, I have to let you know this: the Demonstration class wherein I was to be evaluated today by the head office, get this, did not happen! They changed the procedure at the last possible moment, or even later--the letter was in today's mail, so we did not hear about this change until Miss Lee called to find out why no one had arrived to evaluate my class, as promised. What a bunch of ultra-macaroons, as Bugs Bunny would put it. And if Bugs is making fun of you, how far can you be from Daffy Duck?
Here's the timeline:
Mon, May 27 Initial info sent out about contract renewal Tues, Jun 2 Final contract renewal submission deadline Thur, Jun 4 Final day to submit date for Demonstration Class (w/in 2 weeks) Mon, Jun 8 My date for Demonstration class, as submitted Mon, Jun 8 Announce (in mail that cannot arrive on Mon) change of renewal process
These people make the Keystone Kops look like the Nobel Committee. To begin with, this process should be taken care of in April, at the latest. The only reason I am not flustered is because, as mentioned previously, I don't plan to break out a hash pipe or rape a student across my desk anytime soon.
However, the timeliness of the procedure is not entirely irrelevant, as my semester break/vacation plans depend on acceptance of the new contract and payment of bonuses, airfare allowances, etc. Let's get with it, SMOE!!
Of course, the fact that no one showed up was no reason, as far as I'm concerned, to cancel the beer and chicken I promised to my co-workers! So, at 5:30 we met at Young Poong Chicken 영풍치킨, a hof in the new Blue Nine building across the street from the Doosan officetel where I live. The weather is quite fine--cool and windy, even--for mid-June, so I opted to sit outside. Frankly I was a little disappointed by the attendance, although it was with only day-of notice: Hwang, Mr Hur (Jerry) and Mr Lee (이금천).
We had a wide ranging conversation; these are literate, intelligent people who think the same of me until it is time to do anything practical--but I'll come to that later. I am still hoping to learn more from them than they learn from me in these episodes, but we're not there yet. I taught them about Christian religion in the West, and they thought they taught me about 눈치 nunchi, but they didn't. I already knew.
Mr Hwang left to go to his son's baseball practice with the words, "I'll be back!" At some point, the idea came up that Hwang would not return, but I assured them he would. Jerry then went into a dissertation on 눈치, which literally means "eye-measure", the subtle art of lying to your friends so you don't destroy the mood or hurt their feelings. Socially adept people can read the hints to determine if their friends are being polite or politic, or if they will really come back.
I agreed with him on the definition, since, after all, I have experienced this phenomenon--what with being in Korea for the better part of a year and all that--but I insisted that Mr Hwang was not being nunchi; if he wasn't coming back, he would say so. Well, about the time I was saying, "No, he'd call if he's going straight home," who did I see coming towards us across the mezzanine? Hwang.
Now, I'm not taking back one word I said in the Orange Drink post below, indeed, I think I'm merely proving it--he is as good a Korean friend as a white guy in Korea could hope for! But the stuff about treating me like a slow ten-year-old remains in force.
To wit: we were together at the cash register when I paid for a single beer, cost: W2,500, with a W10,000 note plus a W500 coin. The correct change should be W8,000. When the cashier gave me W7,000 in return, I looked to the native speakers for help. Both later agreed that they saw the transaction correctly--meaning, my 500 W coin, the 10,000 note and the 7,000 return--but wondered why I hesitated and questioned the cashier.
You know why? I think I do! They AUTOMATICALLY think Koreans are smarter/wiser/more careful/more precise than ANYONE ELSE could possibly be. Which is a very, very dangerous thing to think! No matter what nationality you may be: just look at the NYSE.
In any event, Korean perfection took a big hit just last Thursday when Mr Hwang and a juice box ended up looking pretty silly. I labelled this story as a parable for good reason. Today's episode could be titled "Korean money too confusing for foreigners--I mean Koreans!" I have no hope or expectation of changing Korean culture, I don't really want to, anyway, but what I do want is respect--simple respect. As I've said before, I am respected in the classroom. However, in the rest of the Korean world, I'm Rodney Dangerfield.
Moving on ...
I don't recall exactly how it came about, but I sang a few lines of The Impossible Dream from Man of La Mancha, the breath-taking musical based on Cervantes' Don Quixote, and Hwang wanted to know more about it. I gave him spellings, names, etc--and am chagrined to learn that Richard Kiley's performance is NOT on YouTube--WTF?
However, some guy named Brian Stokes Mitchell turns out to be incredibly awesome. I looked at five or six different tapings of his rendition in the 2006 revival and he brings tears to my eyes every time. Gotta show this to Hwang tomorrow!
1) I am scheduled to present my "demo class" on Monday, in front of the "supervisor in charge and Assigned Judges". This is part of the renewal process for my job with SMOE. They are coming to see my sixth period second grade class, who are doing Week 2 of the Invention project, making presentations about the invention they were assigned to the class.
Some of my co-teachers are surprised that I do not appear worried. Frankly, as long as I don't whip out a hash pipe in class or rape a student across my desk, I will be renewed. After school, I'm taking anyone that wants to come for chicken and beer at the local hof.
2) I've been to Bongcheon for lamb and makkuli twice this weekend. First, with Andy, Nick, Max and Max's GF Jennifer, who I met for the first time. She seems quite nice--far too nice for Max ...
The second time was an unscheduled visit, ostensibly with Steve W and Gavin, after meeting Saturday at Seouldae. We met at Liebe Hof, which is Gav's haunt, but where he admits the food is not so great, so we took a fifteen minute stroll to Bongcheon. Well, Steve and I did, Gav decided to take a cab home before we arrived.
The food and conversation were excellent, though an email from Steve later told me a harrowing tale of his subway ride:
As we went on, each stop the train was emitting these popping sounds at each stop (brakes??? duh-h). Jamsil: BANG!!!! I thought someone jumped in front of the train to commit suicide (as if someone ever does that here). Two stops later, bang!! Smoke, more smoke - get off the train. Leave the subway (pay 11,000 won to the taxi driver to get home). It looked like the brakes to me. To know what was going on, I was fortunate to have a young, English-speaking Korean guy to lead the way and tell me the situation. His help was just another example of how helpful and caring Korean citizens are to foreigners. As I was riding home in the taxi, I thought of DiCaprio's line from Titanic as he's dying from hypothermia: "I don't know about you, but I plan on writing a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line."
3) With a 2 - 0 win on Saturday over UAE, South Korea has earned a berth in South Africa for World Cup 2010. This was my predicted score as I walked to school with Mr Hwang the other morning, as I will be reminding him tomorrow. The winning goal was scored in the fifth minute. Hmmmm.
4) "A growing number of South Korean students are underweight and nearsighted, largely due to an unbalanced diet and bad living habits, government data showed Sunday, according to Yonhap News," as reported in The Korea Herald. The article gives the number as 42.7% of students being nearsighted--apparently there is something in the water in Gangseo-gu, since at my school the students who don't wear glasses have had Lasik surgery. I'm pretty sure.
I might have mentioned before about the occasional juice box we get served at school lunch--clearly labelled (even in English) as Orange Drink. This means it has only a passing relationship with orange juice, something on the order of 10% in common with it.
Koreans are all about how healthy they are, and how great their diet is compared to the American diet, and on the whole I think they're right. But the first time we were served this Orange Drink product, every one of them at the table was stunned to learn that it is actually artificially-flavored sugar-water. They've never read a Nutritional Facts label in their lives, though they're printed here just like in the States--only in Korean, of course.
Anyway, moving on to today, we got an Orange Drink box with our lunch, and at the end, I was about to poke the straw into mine when Mr Hwang stopped me. Dear, sweet, kind Mr Hwang, who would do anything for me, who regularly invites me into his home to sup with his adorable family, Mr Hwang with whom I walk to school every morning, Mr Hwang who labors under the impression I am a mildly retarded ten-year-old when it comes to anything outside the classroom. One time, he tried to show me how to use tape. Swear to God.
So, he thought I was doing it wrong, and would never be able to penetrate the little foil dot since I hadn't extended the straw. Now, in point of fact, the physics of it suggests--oh, never mind. I just said, "Dude, I think I can open a juice box," and proceeded to do so.
He started off to show me the Korean Way and broke his straw in two. Is it still schadenfreude if you don't laugh out loud?
North Korea has been particularly belligerent lately but you wouldn't know it to watch Seoulites going about their business, just like always.
While the DPRK was successfully testing a nuclear device in an underground site in the northeast mountains, setting off ground vibrations that measured 4.5 on the Richter scale, South Koreans were glued to their TV sets--watching retrospectives on the life of former President Roh Moo-hyun. Roh committed suicide on May 23 by jumping off a cliff rather than defend himself against corruption charges.
Days later, Pyongyang moved a long-range missile to a new launch complex on a western peninsula called Cheolsan, and announced it was no longer bound by the 1953 peace accord that ended the hostilities we call the Korean War. South Koreans again watched their TVs closely, following hours and hours of coverage--of Roh's funeral procession ...
Vicious North Korean dictator Kim Jong-il, in failing health, just announced that his successor will be youngest son Kim Jong-un--the most read article in today's Korea Herald is about a baseball player in a slump. And not even a player in the Korean league, but Lee Seung-yeop, who plays for the Yomiuri Giants in Japan!
This is not to say, though, that Koreans do not know what is going on--they do; nor am I insinuating they don't care--they do. It's just that they have lived with this threat, most of them, literally all their lives. Dear Leader Kim, or his father Great Leader Kim Il-sung, when they weren't busy exploiting the country's limited resources to build up the military and remain in power while starving the people and trampling their human rights, have been threatening to rain down death and destruction on the American puppet regime in the South for over fifty years now; heck, one time a group of NK assassins got within a few hundred yards of the President's compound at Cheong Wa Dae.
Just imagine a similar situation in the USA--actually, we don't even have to. America is "under attack" from Mexico, raining down illegal immigrants who bombard us with hard work and Catholic values for slave wages, and we want to build a twenty-foot electrified border fence patrolled by armed drones, creating our own DMZ. And Mexico is our ally. And doesn't even have nukes.
We call it sabre-rattling, what DPRK is doing, and they do it quite a lot, usually when they feel the world is not scared enough of them, or if they need some fuel oil or food. This is the way they bargain, and the folks in Seoul know it, know it all too well. Despite the threats from the North, all South Koreans continue to hope for eventual reunification. The government even has a Ministry of Unification. 30 miles from the most heavily weaponized border on earth, Seoulites still consider those on the other side to be members of the same extended family--they are Korean, after all.
There is something hopeful in that, which explains why I'm not trying to book a flight out, or stocking up on baked beans, duct tape, and saran wrap. My motto comes from the composer Eubie Blake, who said: "Pay the thunder no mind, listen to the birds." Still, when it looks like rain, take an umbrella.
The best story in today's Korea Herald has to be "Pigeons designated harmful animals." Fear not my animal activist friends, this designation seems not to bode ill for the rats of the air, since the revised law that went into effect yesterday merely states that
pigeons can be seized with the permission of local government heads.
Like hell they can. Why just this weekend, I was sitting at the GS 25 convenience store outside Sangam stadium (see post just below) watching a half-dozen of the bobbing, strutting birds attack a candy wrapper and whatever else they thought might be food laying on the pavement between tables. One of them would grab the wrapper, find it wasn't edible, then toss it away. When it landed, another one was right on top of it in their own attempt to consume it. In turn, he would toss it away with a flick of the beak, whereupon another one would pounce. Often, the same one--having apparently forgotten he had just rejected it--would try to eat it two or three times in a row.
Brilliant, they're not. However, they are pretty quick. Anytime a human got too close, or a nearby chair, say, scraped suddenly against the pavement, they were off like a shot, only to settle a few feet away. And resume bobbing for candy wrappers.
Even though their acidic droppings and scattered feathers have caused corrosion to historical structures and inconvenience for citizens, there was no legal restraint that could control their activities nationwide. ... Citizens largely welcomed the government's announcement. In a recent online poll conducted by Yahoo Korea, more than 80 percent of the 7,101 respondents voted for the revised bill while only 12 percent disagreed with it.
Urban dwellers since Roman times have sought to control the activities of pigeons, legally or otherwise, with limited success. In fact, the best strategy may be to turn them into homing or carrier pigeons, as they had done in Baghdad by 1150--when it was just about the largest city in the world.
Anyway, the article provides another piece of information to help in answering the classic question asked of Cecil Adams' Straight Dope column, to wit: Where are all the baby pigeons? Cecil's answer is that they're right where you expect them to be, growing up in the nest, fed on highly nutritious "crop milk". What he neglects to mention is this:
They also grow quickly. The weight of a pigeon doubles within 34 to 36 hours after birth and they are almost grown within four to six weeks.
When you get off the No. 2 train at World Cup Stadium Station in Sangam, you immediately know you're in soccer country. If you head out Exit 2 on game day, you find a really pleasant atmosphere around the stadium:
... with public spaces like the water fountain ...
... the Cheonggyechun ...
... the pedestrian bridge over the Cheonggyechun ...
... the "World Cup Museumtion" ...
... and the GS 25 convenience store next to Exit 2 where I waited for Gavin to arrive while [gasp] drinking a beer in public. Like everybody else in Korea.
We shared a table with a Korean couple for some conversation and a maekchu or two (the girl, Seong Ah, speaks decent English) before heading inside to have dinner in the massive food court of the mall. It was so packed before the game, we chose virtually the only seats available, at an Italian restaurant called Rimini. Well, the less said there, the better.
We made it into the arena just before kick-off.
Alas, Gwangju Sangmu Phoenix scored just a few minutes into the game--Big Five, anybody? The first half flew by, at least for me--Gavin thought Gwangju dominated, I thought they split control, at least after the goal.
The second half was a different story, with FC Seoul drawing even in the fifth minute of the half (Hmmm) and taking the lead on a direct free kick into the far corner. The momentum had turned and Sangmu Phoenix, though they struggled valiantly, never really mounted another solid offensive foray.
Soccer is The Great Game because of this melding of the physical demands and the constant mental calculus that is required as players adjust to each sudden movement of the ball. In soccer, unlike other sports, play is continuous, a team is instantly offensive or defensive depending on circumstances, and there are few predetermined "plays"--mostly there are patterns.
Anyway, the above is a slice of video I took, mainly to show how empty the stadium is during soccer games here--of course, they play in a stadium that holds 70,000; if this were Mok-dong baseball stadium, it would be SRO. Attendance may not set records, but the fans of the game support it intensely. Gav was impressed by the volume and persistence of the fan cheering section.
1) I went to a trivia contest in Itaewon (American expat/military area) at 3 Alley Pub. It had a different format than I've seen before: the host asks questions, you write down your answers--all on one sheet. Then at the end of the game, you turn in your answer sheet, and he redistributes them for grading. But you don't have to put GHB on it ...
So there were 50 questions, beginning with 10 visual ones on the back side of the answer sheet. Then there were 10 questions in each of 4 categories. That's it; no wagering points, no final question, no drama.
On the whole, the questions were rather mundane, but I liked one category pretty well: Food and Drink in Song, with answers like Cream, Meatloaf and Cheeseburger in Paradise. I was hoping for Strawberry Alarm Clock, but no such luck.
I had a problem with one question, though--well, the answer, actually. The category was sports, the question described a hack--kicking another player about the shins or ankles--and asked what this was called in the rules. The answer had to be either kicking or tripping, but he said it was hacking. No, I maintained, that's the colloquial term, not the official name of the foul. At least it wasn't two years ago. I'm not going to cite my qualifications in soccer, but they are not inconsiderable.
My teammates badgered me into confronting him about it. Now, as a former trivia host and writer myself, this is something I don't like to do: you will not win. So I just asked him where he had got that information. "I checked on the FIFA website this morning," he assured me. Well, I checked it out that evening, when I got home, downloading the 2008/2009 Laws of the game here: http://www.fifa.com/mm/document/affederation/federation/81/42/36/lotg_en.pdf. A search does not turn up the terms "hack" or "hacking". Look at Law 12, Fouls and Misconduct, beginning on page 35.
That one point cost us the game--or at least a three-way tie for first. Plus, he made fun of our "wrong" answer!
2) The Job Fair lesson I wrote about earlier continued to be a success all week--by Wednesday, the whole school knew about it, and classes generally came in chomping at the bit. Even students who didn't want to get interviewed at first ended up jostling to get back in for another go.
This has emboldened me a little bit--I'm going to try another "station" activity in a few weeks: "Murder in London" a mystery set in late Victorian times, wherein pairs of students acting as detective teams (a la Holmes and Watson) will have to read information, examine evidence, and perhaps interview witnesses. After they visit a station, they have to decide where to go next, like in the "Choose Your Own Adventure" books.
3) I'm in my chicken hof enjoying some fried chicken mild-uh and ma-shillin' some maekchu while watching Kia Tigers whip up on the LG Twins. It was 4 -2 Kia at the top of the 8th with one out. Half an hour later, the score is 12 - 2.
4) I only let myself do this after putting in the correct number of visits to the fitness center, where today I did 30.2 km on the machines. I lost 1.2 kg in the last 10 days. Someday, someone will ask me if I've lost some weight recently. I'll say, "Yes, I have--but I found most of it downstairs at the chicken hof."
In the last week or three, the rose canes that laid dormant all winter have begun to show their stuff. The blooms hang in profusion over the fences round the apartment complexes I walk past each day on the way to and from work.
As you can see, mostly they are red--good, deep red--but there is the occasional yellow one:
I also snapped a couple of pics of the flower boxes of petunias which decorate the new center-lane bus stop on the Gimpo Airport road (yes, that is a car zipping through the crosswalk, even though the light has changed, as you can see from the green "walk/don't walk" figure):
I gotta say, natural beauty that I get to see every morning, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of skyscrapers that is Deungchon-dong, puts a little spring in my step!
This is the week of my English Job Fair here at 영일고 (Young-il HS). I took the template of an idea at www.bogglesworldesl.com--a solid ESL website, IMO--and fleshed it out. Last week was the introduction of the vocabulary about interviews, employment, qualifications, compensation, etc.
This week was the job fair itself, so I rearranged the classroom to have 10 interview stations, each manned by the better-speaking students in each class--as determined by the co-teacher in advance. I increased and improved the employer worksheets, with real Korean and international companies, plus a couple of law firms and schools, as well.
Each recruiter is trying to fill two different slots: for instance, Dongwon F&B wants chefs and biologists; Happy Time Academy wants English and History teachers; Wye, Knott, Tsu Law Firm wants lawyers and English interpreters. I also found or made logos and had them laminated.
At the end of my last class on Friday, I had the students move most of the desks into the hall, and I stayed behind for what turned out to be two and a half hours getting everything ready. Here is the set-up, in action:
The job-seekers activity sheet had to be spiffed up too--first of all, the original only provided 7 different prospective employees. I have 36 to 38 students in each class, so I needed 28 sheets, all different (38-10=28). So I created a wide variety of skills, backgrounds and character traits; I also created names with lots of Bs, Fs, Rs and Ls, for practice. There are a minimum of two "matches" for everyone.
I was AMAZED at how well this went! Every student took it at least somewhat seriously, and they were all speaking English, trying to understand and be understood.
Students rotate into the classroom each time a seat comes open, and rotate out through the other door after they finish an interview. That meant there was a group of 16 or so outside in the hallway at any given time. But as an indication of exactly how well it went, we never had to chase students down or round up wanderers--they crowded around the entrance door waiting to get back in! Look:
I met Gavin on Friday at Sindorim, and noticed there was a TechnoMart there. So I decided to give it a gander today, ostensibly to price out a new, lighter, clip-on style mp3 player. In addition to the TechnoMart, it has a CGV cinema and an E-mart.
First, the entrance plaza from inside the station (near exit 1) is done up with ionic columns and a fountain with statues of Greek gods. I guess nothing says modern electronics and appliances like ancient Mediterranean architecture.
"Sindorim TechnoMart Grand Open" reads the sign below (there's one at each escalator), even though the place has been open for nearly a year and a half!
Each floor has four main aisles that look like this, and there are nine floors of merchandise:
In addition to electronics, there is a level devoted to large furniture--sofa sets, dining rooms, bedrooms--and two floors of clothes and accessories. There is also a "Wedding Day" wedding hall, and a bookstore. Basement Level 2 is a food court--but actually a mediocre one compared to the others I've seen in big buildings. Still, there was a Nolboo, which serves budae jjigae, so I was okay.
There are two escalator banks, one of which has an atrium that is open all the way up:
On the other end of the building, a second bank is open for two flights, and the space between is decorated with seating and art. This one was my favorite:
The top floor has a children's play area, where I was greeted by two massive Lego dinosaurs. Cool:
Still, the function of the place is to provide up-to-date electronics at low, low prices. Alas, on that front, it leaves something to be desired: though selection was larger than at HiMart, the prices were only modestly better, if that.
I didn't buy an mp3 player, but I did buy a book, now that I have finished Kurt Vonnegut's Bluebeard. It is Going Solo, the second volume of Roald Dahl's autobiography, the first volume of which I read quite a few years ago. I cracked it open and read the first two chapters while having lunch. So far, so good.
Once or twice a month, a couple of people stand outside the gates of the school I work at and give a free notebook to every student walking in. These are usually 12 or sixteen page newsprint jobbies stapled in the middle. There is no excuse, therefore, for a student to come to class without a notebook.
In reality, these things are actually a form of commercial. The covers, inside and out, plus the first couple of pages, carry advertising--usually for hagwons, the after-school academies most students attend. Sometimes, instead of student notebooks, they're handing out packets of tissues. Tissues come in handy because most restroom facilities do not provide paper. I've seen little packets of Post-it notes, too. Not just in front of school, but politicians and businesses also hand out little promotional giveaways on the street. Anyway, here is the inside back of the one for Hanguk Sports Academy:
Whenever these things are issued, the security guy at school sets out a big trash barrel, and many students just drop it in--it's impolite not to take it, so they take it. The school authorities frown on these freebies, because the advertising is a classroom distraction.
Today, I saw a new one. Talk about distracting (remember I teach teenage boys)! I'm not sure what they're selling here, but I'll take two!
Just kidding. I'm guessing this isn't a freebie, but one the student had to purchase. The inside had twenty pages or so of fresh, unlined paper, ready for him to take notes in English class. Yeah. Like he heard one thing I said all period ...
Before I get to my classroom, I have here a story in today's Korea Times which announces that beginning in 2010, some 600 high schools in Korea will begin having classrooms that are "designated exclusively to individual subjects."
Right now at Young-il, myself in the "English Only Zone", the art teacher and the music teacher are the only ones with dedicated classrooms. Of course, PE takes place on the playground. The subject teachers rotate from room to room while students stay put. I can't imagine how this works for, say, science. As the article points out,
The government said the new scheme would eventually make each classroom more effective for each subject. It cites the example of English classrooms, which will be equipped with more English materials. "The new system will gradually offer tailor-made classes according to the academic level of students," said Kim Cha-dong, director-general of the ministry [of Education, Science and Technology].
Congratulations and welcome to the twentieth century, even if somewhat belatedly.
The pedagogy here is almost entirely lecture-based, teacher-centered. In their normal English classes (that is, the four times a week they don't come to me), the typical lesson is dictation and translation. Students have little opportunity to practice or apply what they've learned, except for a handful of rote exercises.
The teachers generally seem to agree that this system is not particularly effective (as does the research), but What can we do about it? they shrug. They are not teaching a subject so much as an exam. And an inappropriate, poorly designed exam, at that. I can state this, since I've seen the (Korean) SAT English section of the last two years. The best thing I can say is, at least the scoresheet had the correct answers.
Speaking of exams, I found out yesterday that I will not have any classes tomorrow (Thursday), because students will be taking a practice version of the national exam all day. So my carefully timed two-week "Job Fair" lesson sequence is foiled by poor communication--for Thursday classes, anyway.
But back to pedagogy: I'll be the first to admit my lessons are far from perfect, but they are pretty much student-centered: the last twenty minutes of this week's lesson requires them to compose and write their own questions (with plenty of prompts), ask the questions of classmates, listen to the answers, etc.
The level of involvement in actually performing varies, of course, but mostly it could be worse. The co-teacher and I try to go round helping with formulating questions, then monitoring the conversation phase. Still, numerous students, perhaps taking a tip from the "Get a Haircut" thing, thought "Are you handsome?" was a good question. Then there was this:
What you get a skill about job?
The most amazing thing about it, though, was that he got answers! I realize he probably re-asked it in Korean, or possibly even just made up answers to fill in the sheet.
So obviously having your own subject-designated classroom isn't going to work miracles.
After twenty-plus years teaching science and math in semi-rural Georgia, I have been in Seoul, South Korea teaching Conversational English to Seoul public school students since 2008. So far, so good.
