First day of classes

Alright, so as I said before, I didn't know how to get back to my school from our apartment. Chloe wrote down the name of my school so I could give it to a taxi driver. So I took a taxi the first day, which was good because I would have had no idea what bus to take. Luckily I remembered where my teacher's lounge was so I went there first and met Megan, the foreign teacher from last year whose contract is up the end of this month. She is from Canada and probably the smallest person I have ever met. Yes smaller even than Kels and Linds. She could be a midget, but she's not disproportioned or anything. She is really nice and helpful because she's been through all the initial shocks of this society. So I shadowed her that day and the next and it was really fun. All the kids treated me like I was a celebrity. I'd walk down the hall and they'd all say "Hi!" and bow and stare. Then when I walked into my classes with Megan they all started clapping and shouting and getting rowdy. Then they'd ask questions and exclaim at every answer. It was pretty funny. The boys were disappointed in finding I had a husband (the first question is always: "Do you have boyfriend?") and the girls were disappointed to here I had no babies.

Other than the three classes we taught each day we had office hours, which means we sit at our desk and do whatever we want. I surfed the web, read Korean travel books and started trying to learn Korean on Rosetta stone. In another week I'll have to start preparing for classes. Micah doesn't have to facilitate his classes, but I have to prepare the lesson plans and do it all myself. The Korean teacher is just there to keep order and translate. It's a little daunting because I don't know what level they are at or what vocabulary they already know, but I'm sure I'll be told this later.

Also, I finally got to meet my "Co-teacher". Technically I teach with multiple Korean teachers, but she is the one that is kind of "responsible" for me. She is so nice! Her English name is Kaylie, and she just got back from living in LA for a year so her English is pretty good, and she understands what it is like to be living as a foreigner and therefore is empathetic. She wasn't there the day we got in because she got into a car accident in LA right before they were going to leave. It wasn't their fault but there were no witness and no cameras so the policeman sided with the other driver probably just because he couldn't understand them as well and they were foreigners. I feel really bad for her because on top of having headaches and a hurt back from her crash the other teachers are giving her a ton of work to do and she has to deal with me and she has never been a "co-teacher" before so she's not sure what to do. But she is so nice and I already feel comfortable with her. She said she feels comfortable around me already because one of her English teachers in the States looked exactly like me. I'm sure I'll talk more about her later, but this is already getting too long...