It’s through the Jeollanamdo government. I got involved through my university in the states, so I’m not quite sure how you’d get a job otherwise.
Here is something I started writing quite awhile ago back at the middle school camp but I never finished. So all of this is now in the past.
Each homeroom class has been working on a final skit to perform at the showcase aka “camp idol” at the end of the camp session. My group has chosen to do quite a mix of things. We start off with a little skit which involves the whole class coming in crying, and then when asked what is wrong, they say “we don’t have a skit!” Then we dance to “Party Rock Anthem” by LMFAO, which transitions into a short skit about two kids walking through a cemetery and getting attacked by ghosts, only to be saved by the ghost busters. To wrap it up, we all dance to “Thriller”. It might be a little ambitious, but I have confidence that they will do a good job. Or at least try to.
The kid Mraz (who named himself after Jason Mraz) is going to do a solo during party rock. He’s so awesome. He taught the whole class (including me) how to shuffle dance. I really think when he’s older, he would do really well studying in America. He’s very outgoing, smart, and more colorful and unique than what I perceive to be typically encouraged in Korea, and I think he and the United States would embrace each other.
The boys in my class seem so far to think I’m cool, which is a relief. But then again, who knows what tomorrow could bring. They also need to work on their listening skills, but are still way better than the average American student goes in that department. This kid David Lee used to be “too cool” to participate, but he’s really come around. He’s kind of becoming my buddy as well. He brings me gifts and always says hi to me (yes, the kids here actually acknowledge your presence when outside of the classroom!). He also really liked listening to music on my laptop. “Lucky” by Jason Mraz and Colbie Callait is one of his favorites. He’s starting to develop a listening problem again though…so our peaceful teacher-student relationship may soon be over.
A boy in my class Donny, who has a broken hand and used to be very shy has really come out of his shell and has been a great help to me. It’s surprising how comfortable the boys have become.
(That’s all I wrote at that time. I’ll write more about that camp soon/write about my current camp as well).
Today was my first day of teaching students at the Jeollanamdo English Camp in Muan, South Korea. Today was awesome. My homeroom class was very quiet at first and didn’t want to participate, but I found that through bribery and encouragement, they opened right up, for the most part. There are 5 girls and 9 boys, and they are all about 13 or 14 years old American age (Korean age 15).
The kids were supposed to choose an English name if they wanted to, and all but three chose one (some just made a nickname out of their Korean name, and some stuck with their full first Korean name). One of the most outgoing of the bunch was a boy who named himself “Mraz”, like the singer Jason Mraz. He even gave me my first gift as a teacher (a can of iced mocha)! Maybe he expected a sticker in return. Who knows. lol.
I taught them some vocabulary about camp and we played some games (hang man, head’s up seven up, and 2 truths and a lie) and they asked me questions about myself.
Our class had to come up with a class name, poster, and cheer. With some collaboration, we came up with the Crazy Rainbow Fish. Our poster consisted of the words “Crazy Rainbow” in multicolored markers, and the word “Fish” in cutout colored paper. Then they made a little fish out of paper and wrote “crazy” on it and drew little crazy signs coming out of its head, and made a big mosaic fish.
Our team cheer was the hardest to figure out, but with some suggestion, we did a “remember the titans” type call and response cheer:
We are the rainbow fish
(We are the rainbow fish)
Crazy, crazy rainbow fish
(Crazy, crazy rainbow fish)
We had movement to go with it as well.
When it was time to perform it for the other 11 classes and teachers, I didn’t realize the class leader (named Kaka) was supposed to introduce us, so I asked him after the first group went if he could do it, and he didn’t want to (I don’t blame him, since it was such short notice). Luckily, I was able to get Mraz to do it. He asked if I could write down what he should say, so I quickly came up with his speech and typed it in the memo section of my Blackberry, and finished writing just as our name was called. The speech said:
My name is Mraz. We are the crazy rainbow fish. We are crazy about learning English. Each letter in the word “rainbow” is a different color because we are all different but together.
It was his first time reading it, but he did sooooo well. Then we performed and everyone cheered, and sat down. Since they did such a good job, we said we’d give them cookies tomorrow (bribery is common in school here) and I told Mraz he’d get ice cream for stepping in. And then after all the groups went, I found out we won the contest! (which I totally wasn’t expecting because there were a lot of really creative groups out there). I am so proud of them! Especially since they were so timid and reluctant to participate at first.
I know that I probably have some REALLY tough days coming up with them and tomorrow may be a complete disaster, but they were awesome today, which I am grateful for because it has reaffirmed my decision to become a teacher.
Oh hey, I’m going to New Orleans on Saturday.
Disregard my last post. I’m totes going to start updating it again! And totes gonna stop saying “totes”.
has been great! Saturday (yesterday), I went with my CIEE group to Kreuzberg and learned all about the Turkish community in the area, which ended with a huge, delicious, FREE Turkish dinner. Then last night I hit up two clubs. FINALLY, I’ve experienced the real Berlin nightlife for people my age. I really forgot how much I love dancing till last night. Then today I went with my family to the lake and forest area. It was so nice just to get out, and the area kind of reminded me of Oregon.
Oh, and during my Turkish excursion, we went to a Man-Cafe. hell yes.
I went with my school to Sachsenhausen, a concentration camp near Berlin today. I had never heard of it until I moved to Berlin, so I was really surprised to see how big it is, and how much there is left in it. This was the second concentration camp I’ve been to. The first one was Auschwitz-Birkenau in Poland that I went to earlier in October. I’ve always had an immense interest in the Holocaust, so being able to visit these places was very fulfilling for me. However, from being inside, I can feel the evil that permeates through them. In some ways, I feel bad for visiting them, because I did not have to live through these horrible times, and in a way am using the unspeakable hardships of others as a spectator to suit my own interests. I do approach these places and these issues with the utmost respect, however, and see the importance of visiting these places to see a small piece of the horrors others went through and to help insure that something like this never happens again. It also makes me appreciate how relatively easy my life is, and how lucky I am that neither me or my family have fallen victim to such atrocities.
About a week after visiting Auschwitz, I started having “flashbacks” and really taking in and processing what it is I’ve just seen. They make me sick. I assume something similar will happen for Sachsenhausen. The thought of what happened in these and all the other camps, as well as Europe in general during WWII disgusts me beyond words. Not only the unfathomable cruelties, but the logic and overall concept of the Holocaust blows my mind. When you think about it, even though the Nazis lost WWII, the Holocaust was basically a success…over 6 million Jews were killed. They basically succeeded in wiping out an entire race of people. Also, they killed millions more who were non-Jews (declared enemies of the state and their associates, those deemed socially inferior, and people who were in the wrong place at the wrong time). And most of these people were killed in camps that were very near or even inside of towns, and the townspeople just went along with it like nothing out of the ordinary was happening. That truly frightens me.
Enjoy your time, improve your german, and keep posting of course!
Danke! Du auch!
Yeah actually I go to school at Portland State! Where in Germany are you?
Finance-wise, I have to choose between getting a tattoo in Berlin, or going to Denmark to visit my friend Mia.
I’m choosing Denmark. The tattoo can wait for Portland :)