update

So, its been a while since i have posted. i have about 4 posts started that i will have to finish this week. and post. perhaps ill amalgamate them into one, since they mostly deal with the idea of the holiday season.
I have been faced with a few challenges over the past couple of weeks. getting through the holidays without my family and friends was probably the hardest thing i have had to do in a while.However, i did have a very memorable and wonderful Christmas. 
I have now entered into the 'extra classes' phase of the year. This is the time of year when students are 'off school' for the month of January. This however does not mean that they do not come to school or continue with their lessons. No, in fact it seems as though the students have a more rigorous schedule; moving from place to place starting at 9am and finishing god knows when! I suppose its to prepare them for the level up they are about to embark on (in march). But classes are on. students are able to sign up for classes specific to what they would like to improve on. Every week there are different classes, and some are for 3-4 hours per day. I find it absolutly amazing that these children are in school rather than enjoying their time off, as many north americans would be doing. Its great but at the same time, there are a lot of reasons why continual school isn't the best thing. 
I have been struggling with the childrens inability to imagine things since i arrived. i have attempted to challenge them to 'create.' to make something of their own that may be new and original. Yet, time after time, this fails. they are strictly regimented and without rigid structure are completly lost. They have no idea where to go. In a recent class i had set up a project for the students to 'create their own superhero.' I thought they might enjoy this; seeing as how these types of charachters are often popular. I explained to them what a superhero was, and how, for our case, they didn't necessarily have to be a masked character. Twilight, a popular phenomenon world round, can see Edward and Jacob as hero's for our case. I then challenged them to come up with a name and a special trait that their hero had.  This took  45 minutes.Their creativity and ability to think 'outside the box' is simply not there. It seems to be stripped away at a young age. They are forced into these molds and unable to escape from them for fear of standing out.

So for two weeks i teach two classes, each is two hours long. its not too bad. the first is the 3rd grade middle school. they have yet to show up for class, there are only 5 studnets signed up for classes. but they just haven't shown up. fine with me, only i spent a whole week coming up with a lesson plan for them. oh well... 

Christmas Cheer 09

So, as expected this Christmas was a very different and emotionally challenging one for me. Its hard to experience something in a country where it doesn't exist. In Korea, Christmas really doesn't exist. even though out of the 54.5% of Koreans that declare religious affiliation, 29.3% of them are Christians. (the only thing coming close is Buddhism at 22.8% the other 2.4% are various alternative religions ). The way that Koreans celebrate Christmas seems to be the way that they do everything in this country, including getting married... most of it is for show. They have the trees and a few lights up on the main streets, some signs in the large department stores and the kids yelling "oh santa" when they see an image of good old st. nick. But the meaning of christmas is completely lost. the idea of getting together with family and/or loved ones is not something that they see as a necessity at this time of year. That is the thing im missing most this year. Its very challenging for me to be away from my family, in this place that doesn't feel, look or act like a holiday is coming up. Again, its a Confucius country, so i was aware that these things wouldn't be as prevalent as they were at home, but even the feeling you get. the warmth in your heart, the smile you get as you hear christmas carolers or see children running in the snow laughing... its just not as accessible here. luckily i have great family  and friends and i was bombarded thoughtful, loving notes, cards and gifts to help me get through, even though i ' actually able to be there to squeeze everyone with love... 

I had the privilege of attending a wedding on Christmas day in Busan. I did not know the couple getting married, but the idea of getting married Christmas day seemed a romantic notion to me and i was more than willing to witness a Korean wedding (which i had heard about. a lot of 'for show' production) and i was not disappointed. It seemed as though the man and woman had barely met. they walked stiffly down the isle, and then back up it and down it a third, and fourth time.. each time the photographer following them; hoping to get the perfect photograph. The whole room was packed with people. people standing, sitting, walking around, talking laughing, eating.... no one seemed to be paying any attention at all. Coming from a western world, where at a wedding we sit and watch the bride and groom say their vows and dedicate themselves to each other i found this quite strange. Where we see marriage as a thing of beauty, that is found in love, and commitment, it seems that often times in korea marriage is something out of necessity. Im not saying this is all bad. it is part of their culture, and in some cases love can be found with each other after the necessity is met; or through the necessity. The brides dress was beautiful, even though she looked like she was scared half to death of the stranger standing beside her at the alter. They then proceeded to take pictures with different groups of people. the male teachers students came up and sang him a song, laughing the whole way through, which i thought was really cute. The inclusion of ones students in a teachers wedding is very common in korea, and most would take offense if their class did not attend. 
In any case, it was a wonderful day. we ended off the afternoon with a lovely trip down to the fish yard (sounds romantic doesn't it) haha. but at the fish market on the first floor you can buy fish and on the second floor you can eat it, fresh. they have chefs that buy the fish right there and cut it up for sashimi for you!! so great!  it was the most delicious meal ever and a WONDERFUL christmas dinner!! 

But why....

So, i have been trying to keep this blog lighthearted and kind. however, i think the time has come when we need to lay out some truths about Korea. i have had enough inconsiderate mindless people ruining my day, and this is the time to air those grievances.

i have been given an amazing opportunity by coming here. i am truly blessed to be able to have experienced a different culture first hand not once, but three times in my life. These are invaluable experiences that i will cherish forever, and i am sure some of the people i meet here will be with me forever. i know my time spent in Holland changed the way that i did some things and am able to still keep those some important ideals and habits that i learned while i was there. 
however, there doesn't seem to be many ideals or behaviors that i would want or need to pick up from Koreans.
this past week i was victim to one of their many self serving behaviors that really don't compute to the average person. I have a hard time fitting in in my elementary school. its not for lack of trying. the teachers just dont seem to enjoy being around me. yes they are polite and will ask what my plans are for the weekend. the gr 6 teacher even smiles and waves at me when i enter the school. i thought i had made some headway when she started to try to speak a little english to me and ask me how she can get better so we can talk. however, all of this was dashed last week Friday. it was a regular day, no one pays attention to the white girl sitting in the English room. the room was getting a little stuffy and the sun was shining so i stood up to go and stand by the window that i had opened a crack and get some sunshine on my face. Much to my surprise i see the gr 6 class (that i was supposed to be teaching at that moment, but failed to show up) and all of the teachers standing outside getting their pictures taken. since its yearbook/graduation time i figured thats what it was for. I have to admit i was a bit surprised when i saw this, b.c. all of the teachers were involved, yet... no one had bothered to come and get me. am i not a teacher? do i not belong? so i walked downstairs only slightly bothered by this notion to get a coffee. as i passed by the door all of the teachers had lined up in front of it. one of the teachers turned around and offered a friendly "hi bryn" to me. i waved at her. it was then that another teacher turned around and said "teacher photo for yearbook, go away"  i stood there astonished for a moment. unsure if i should run away crying or lunge at the throat of said teacher. then all of them turned around and looked at me and shooed me away on me saying "you are in way" i retired to my room, completely forgetting about the coffee and allowed myself to give into the sorrow of this situation. 
It was s ad dark day for me and one i wont forget. how could they be so thoughtless? do they not realize that i am in a foreign country here, and if they were in my country i feel certain that i would do my best to include them in things even to the point of being annoying, not try to ignore them and make them feel unwanted. i wonder if they realize what its like being from somewhere else in this horrid little town; away from the people i know, away from my family, my friends... and i may need a little bit of kindness...  everyday i struggle with this thought. 
so. that being said. things here aren't always peachy, in fact sometimes they down right suck. but when you look at life, its not going to be the negative things to remember, it will be the positive experiences you gain from these emotional breakdowns. the positive people that enter your life and bring a huge change. I am excited everyday as well. excited for the new adventure that this country will bring me. and how the things that are happening now are really minute in the journey towards my superlative goals! 
So i will continue to tolerate this behavior, if not trying to teach them a more considerate way of living. sometimes i observe these people and understand the differences and sometimes its more difficult. today was one of these days....

Holiday Consumers

as the holidays encroach upon us i am stunned by the difference in commercial marketing that is present within the western world and Asia. i know that the holiday is not as present here as it is at home, or present at least in a different way. Although the large department stores still have a tree greeting you at the front door, and lights are strung along the doorways, there seems to be no apparent change in the way that things are displayed or marketed as they would be in Canada. This could be because it is common practice in stores for sales associates to come up to you as soon as you enter their department and follow you around until you leave, pulling things out of the rack and hovering over you. This is a deterrent for me, and one of the reasons i avoid shopping in Canada during the holidays. This practice seems foolish, it pushes the customers away, well at least it pushes me away! But then as i look around at all of the other busy shoppers, most of whom have a sales associate pinned to their side, carrying their loot, it seems as though they are not bothered by this. Which, makes sense, as it is the norm here. It then dawns on me that perhaps they think it impolite to be left on your own when you enter a store. Koreans are helpful people by nature, especially to foreigners (always a ready chance to practice their minimal English). As i look around i also wonder if this is why the Christmas decorations and marketing is present, but not so in your face. Christmas is typically a western holiday, adopted into many different cultures as a holiday during the year celebrated by Christians as the birth of Jesus. In Korea we are awarded one day off for this holiday December 25th.Although i am not surprised by this i do have concerns on how this holiday will be spent. However im sure it will be wonderful. It is a time to be spent with the people you love and cherish and gives us a little push to appreciate  the things that these people do for us in our daily lives.  I know that this year i will be missing my family and friends and thinking about them, as i often do, being so far away.


So, this year i will not have to battle the crowds in the mall, i will not have to put up with crazy holiday consumers in the games store and i will not have the mass marketed Christmas shoved down my throat. its a refreshing change, but i can only imagine what the already packed shopping centers with swarms of already careless pushing screaming Koreans will turn into when Christmas does come closer. i might just stay out of the way...haha

Failure and re building

I had decided to take the challenge of writing a novel in the month of November, this is however, proving more of a difficulty than i had anticipated. Although i love to write, i simply am.. and have always been... a procrastinator... if you knew me during my early student years (and sometimes the later ones) you knew that i would do literally ANYTHING not to study, or write a paper... seriously. one time i found myself cleaning grease out of the microwave vent... i mean anything. although these things are good to get done, and usually a 'no one wants to do it' kind of job... its not at all something that should be done when there is work at hand. having something with a goal to reach each day with a final product for the end hasn't been on the top of my list. 
However, i have regrouped and have today begun to write fervently. My characters are beginning to take a shape and it actually feels good. 
Last week was a really transitional time for me and i think that this may have contributed to my lack of enthusiasm for a craft of which i am very fond of.

 sometimes i long for the comfort of the library cubicles, the ease at which i can acquire a large cup of coffee and the hum of the florescent lights above my head... wait, i have that here... but you get the picture... haha. I've quickly learnt that the common experiences which we share with other native teachers are the things on which we should focus. although everyone says "oh its for the experience," i often wonder, is it really? could i not have an experience living my student life, is this not experience? perhaps a more mundane and less exotic sounding one, but nevertheless ...

being removed from the things that make us comfortable because they are within our realm of routine makes us readjust and find parts of ourselves that we may have never explored.. this is the kind of experience i suppose 'they' speak of. but then we find a new routine, a new way to critique the things around us, although non familial, the shared experiences with 'comfortable' people allow this to occur...

Temple Stay- Golgusa Temple

So, i went on a temple stay with my friend Dan. it was one of the most exhilarating, infuriating, tiring, contemplative and energizing experiences i have ever had. It was a great experience for me. It also kind of made me see a bit deeper into the daily lives of monks. Although we may think of monks as non descript males, off in the wilderness sweeping dirt floors and making rock statues, that was hardly the case. Im not sure if it was simply the temple we were in, but because it is a smaller one, i doubted it. I suppose as all things have been, their religion seems to have become a bit jaded by the introduction of technology. My first connection with one of the monks was actually through email. I don't mean to say that they are not bathed in ceremony and dedication to themselves and their faith; but the shining images of old time monks that rang through my head was changed, just slightly. But first ill talk about my experience there...

the journey there was not as perilous as i imagined, yet it was quite the journey, two trains two buses and an hour walk later we finally arrived. the last leg of the walk was an uphill battle, quite literally. we had to walk for about 45-an hour up hill to the top of the temple, nice little walk. when we got there we were sweaty and out of breath and immediately offered water by one of the fine women checking us in. she told us our sleeping quarters were half way back down the hill and we were expected to be at dinner in 45 minutes back up at the top. we opted to carry our bags until after dinner and go check out the stone carved Buddha and the caves the temple is known for. the temple is called Golgusa temple, which literally means stone carved Buddha (or so we were told) . the hike up there was pretty interesting, the steps are all made of stone, and since its carved into the side of a mountain face, there isnt much room to walk. they have put railings and ropes for you to guide your way along the rock face without facing certain death. so dinner was a fairly standard korean meal- only is vegetarian, which i was VERY thankful for! prison trays, rice, two kinds of veggies and soup. we were told before the meal that we must finish everything that we take because, obviously, we are not to be wasteful or gluttonous. after dinner we had an hour of free time to get ready for the evening meditation and sunmodo training. 

Now, part of the reason we chose this temple was because of the sunmodo training. Dan is a martial artist and does taekwondo so we wanted to give it a try when we heard about them teaching martial arts as part of the practice. Sunmodo is about balance. balance of the whole body including within; your breathing, heart rate, muscles and nerves must all be in balance in order to practice this. when we started the training i could see why. First we had an hour meditation and chanting. this was to cleanse our mind and body from the days work and strengthen our minds to be in tune with the body. thankfully one of the monks spoke English and was able to guide us through the mediation without much problem. Then we started the sunmodo, which involved a lot of high kicking and balance poses. The monk instructing us was impressed by my kick and told me "good job" when we did the split stretching exercise (thanks to dance training for this!! haha) but the jumping bit i was less than great. you are supposed to be in complete control and come down and not move, and not have a change in breath... not so much...  haha. afterward we got to have a rest and watch a demonstration. they were having a master test the following week and needed to practice, which was lucky for us! these guys were amazing! one of them seemed as though he had no bones! so many contortions and high jumping. amazing! 

then it was time for bed. lights out is 10:00 and we were plenty thankful for it. our wake up call was to be at 4am. some of the girls and i chatted for a little bit before we went to bed. There were 4 others in the dorm style rooms (which also means you sleep on the floor). they were all teachers and 3/4 came from busan.
We awoke at 4am to the sound of the moktak, a wooden instrument played by monks every morning.. its a hollowed out wooden bell hit for meditation and to remind us to keep our lives open. at 4am that really the last thing i was thinking. but... we had until 430 to get to the meditation temple and be seated on our mats. we then had 35 minutes of chanting and 20 minutes of sitting meditation where we were quiet... i found it much more difficult to keep my mind quiet at this time of the day than i supposed would happen. But i eventually got there and was then able to be still, be quiet. The witnessing of the opening of the day is a Buddhist monk tradition. you must be thankful for each day that is brought to you, each moment. I allowed myself to shut off for a little while, and in that time, was able to hear and see things that i never thought i knew before.  after this we were slowly lead up to the top of the hill in a walking meditation. we were to keep 5 paces behind the person in front of us. This wasn't quite so pleasant, but the slow pace made the steep climb a bit less strenuous. We arrived at the dining shelter moments before our breakfast demonstration was to start. The monk leading us invited us to do some morning stretches as the sun rose into the sky and the other monks emerged from their meditative states and joined us in stretching out bodies to fit our minds. 

Then we had a traditional Buddhist breakfast, they do this ceremony every Sunday, so im sure if i do go to another temple stay i will be experiencing it again. The point of it is to be mindful. mindful of what we do and what we eat. We are supposed to think about how the food came to be on our plates (a lot of it is grown on the property and harvested by the monks- they know the labor of their own food) we are given a large bowl with three bowls inside of it and three pieces of cloth; one containing wooden chopsticks and a spoon. we are to place the bowls beside our right knee and take the first cloth and place it on the floor, this is our place mat. the place the bowls on the left corner of the mat remove the lid with the other two coths on it and put it back infront of your right knee. you have to use your thumbs only, and place them inside the bowls removing them one by one from inside the larger bowl and placing them clockwise on the mat so that you now have four differnt sized bowls. then take the chopsticks and spoon out and place then in the bowl on the top right corner. this is the 'clean water bowl.' then the jr monks come around and give us our clean water in our rice bowl (the largest of the four) we rince out all the bowls pouring the water into each bowl and ending by pouring them over the chopsticks and spoon and leaving the water there. The food is then served to us. The jr monks come around and give us each a scoop of rice. because this meal is less about eating and more about being mindful; the rice is literally the size of a small meatball. then we are given a scoop of soup in another bown and a tray with tofu, kimchi and spinach is passed around for you to take on your own.  you take one piece of kimichi and rinse it off on your soup and place the clean piece beside in your rice bowl *do not eat*  you then eat your meal. this is done QUICKLY. when the head monk slaps his stick you must be done everything (do not waste) and ready to start the cleanup. the jr monks then come around and pour hot water into your now empty (except for the clean piece of kimchi) bowl. you use the kimchi and your chopsticks to wash out the bowl and then pour it into the next bowl and so on until you have one bowl with your clean water and one with your dirty water. then you have to drink the water and eat the kimchi. at first, i thought this was kind of gross, but its actually just everything you just ate, with a little bit more water. so.. i drank the warm water and ate the sour kimchi. then you take your clean water and pour it into the first (noe supposedly clean) bowl. this water needs to remain clean at all times. if you did a good job on cleaning your bowls it will. and if it does then the monks come and take your water and pour it into a bucket for later use. Mine wasn't so clean, i could see a layer or something sitting on the top and i was made to drink the water. then you take the third cloth and wipe everything dry. put the bowls back together, fold the napkins and you are finally done. 

If it seems like a lot of work for a meal, it really is. haha. and its only 7am at this point mind you. so we went back for a little nap after it was done, my tummy still grumbling but my mind and heart full. 
after the break we had a ceremonial tea which was great! i loved it so much. the monk that poured our tea invited us to ask any questions we wanted of him. many people asked rather silly questions like "is there competition amoung religions" like, seriously. are you living under a rock. there is war based upon religion, even within certain religions there is competition. the monk answered in the way only a monk could. "i live within the walls of this temple and we keep to ourselves" it was awesome. (the guy had been getting on my nerves all weekend) after that we decided to take a walk around and head home, we were invited to stay for lunch a few hours later if we wanted, but decided against it since it would mean i wouldn't get back into my town until around 10 that night. and i was already exhausted. thus began the journey home, a much different one than the journey to the temple even though the same road was taken...



here is a look at the album of photos for your viewing pleasure

Changnyeong/PIFF

So its been a while since ive updated and quite a few things have happened, first ill start with a field trip i took to Changnyeong province, i had to write a little write up about it, and since i haven't updated in a while im going to steal what i wrote from there... sorry haha.


The wetlands that we visited were beautiful, and showed a different side of the mountainous rural are and i would have enjoyed a little bit more time to walk around this area and explore. The park was really interesting as was the delicious meal. . I really appreciated and enjoyed the bibimbap that was provided to me (as a vegetarian I couldn’t stomach the barbecue)

When we left the interior of the museum and ventured outside to the sites where the nobles were buried the artifacts became a little clearer but still not very relevant. Hearing about the ancient gravesites and how they were shrouded and buried in large graves as respect was really interesting and really gave some history and culture background about the area and the prevalence of these people and the traditions they hold. It was really interesting to be able to walk amoung the mounds and get meaning from them. Before they could have just been large mounds on the side of a hill that I could have mistakenly climbed for a better view of the city. I now feel more informed of the historical nature of this site
If you want to see pictures you can view them here: Changnyeong field trip  this might help to explain a little bit more of what we saw there! 

after the field trip i went to the film festival for the weekend (which was actually with one work day in between) the (P)Busan International  Film Festival (PIFF) is an international festival held every year. its one of the biggest film fests in all of the world. it was absolutly amazing! i had a fanstastic time walking along the beach. The famous beach there is Haeundae beach. the weather wasnt too hot, but i still had the opporutunity to stick my toes in the sand and feet in the water! it was so nice! the ocean views were fantastic. I spent most of the time in Busan alone. Which was fine with me. i got to walk along the beach and enjoy the sights and meet some people. There were celebraties everywhere that weekend, as many of the films were premiering for the first time ever at the film festival. most of them were korean, and i didnt know who they were, but  a few were American, including Josh Hartnett! which the koreans LOVE. i love him also and had a breif brush with him. even though i didnt know it at the time.hahah. i was walking towards the end of the stands set up on haeundae beach, each of these displaying small parts of the film festival, from photographers, to big film set ups, to 'make your own movie' tents  to sponser companies to autograph signing booths to places displaying traditional korean dishes to show some more korean culture. At the end was a stage and there were hundreds of screaming girls, as i approached a man in a black suit came and sort of pushed me out of the way to allow someone to walk by, i simply thought it was another korean celebrity that i wouldnt recognise; but lo and behold.. there was josh harnett, mere inches from my fingertips...
i realized this too late and was washed up among the throngs of screaming hyperventilating girls...  here is a picture just moments after his departure i believe that one of them is crying. hahaha. anyways, it was really interesting.








After this i headed down the boardwalk past the madness of PIFF to see if i could make it out onto the pier before my film at 6pm. as i was walking i happened upon some buskers... "buskers??" i thought "in korea, how strange." i found this strange because as i researched for an article i wrote about busking last year i found that not many countries outside of western world have busking. its popular in the US canada and some places in Europe, but rarely outside of it. I quickly grabbed my camera and snapped a picture of them as they set up. I tried to do so sneakily, but was caught red handed and called over to have a chat with the musicians. there were three of them, two Korean's from Seoul and one American... from.... well he didn't really know. anyways, they chatted with me while they set up and the American man told me he was "bringing music to the streets of Korea, one festival at a time!" I thought this was a fantastic idea. I ended up spending the rest of the afternoon with them. i played a bit of guitar, sang, played hand drum and some other percussion instruments they had on hand. we played until the sun set and the people were headed inside for dinner... after the american man left to meet some people i frolicked in the ocean with the koreans who were busking. I cant remember their names, and sadly i didnt get their phone number bu i had an awesome evening with them and hope that one day the world with bring us together again... :)
after that i headed back to meet my friend Amy and we went to see Three sisters, a french film about a family who is estranged from their father and the things they go through as sisters with him coming by and their mother still being in love with him, but him being dangerous for the family. it was a great film! we watched it in the outdoor theatre so i was wearing every single article of clothing i had, but it was really neat to see a film with over a 1000 people; including a talk by the director beforehand.