Christmas is very different for me this year...although I don't get to participate in many of the traditions my family has, I still have good people to spend time with this year.
Some of the other foreigners and I had a nice Christmas party complete with games, movies and a white elephant gift exchange.
Yesterday I got a heavy package full of presents from my family!!! Now that I'm on my own with no one to tell me not to open the presents...I want to open all of them now! :) Here's my lovely little tree with all my presents! The lights on the tree only worked for three uses and then died...I don't think they had the ability to convert to the type of power over here.
Oooops, now it's been 4 months...
I don't know how that happened...but a month went by!
Currently I don't have a lot of clarity or focus. After trying to write a post, I just can't say anything clearly...my brain feels like mush.
I was thinking that I had nothing to blog about...but then I realized that I had nothing I wanted to blog about. Sometimes life happens and I either don't feel like sharing out of laziness or for the sake of privacy.
I'm comfortable being open and honest though...and maybe it'll make this post more interesting.
So, what I can say, is that this month surely had it's ups and downs. I guess every month does. With so much change happening (a loss of familiarity, change in diet and lifestyle, instability and the lack of comfort that comes with change, an inability to do things for myself because of language) I've found it almost impossible to be happy all the time. The holiday season (or lack of holiday) and personal issues with a relationship have intensified some of my negative feelings this month.
Because I'm not a negative person and after re-reading that I don't want to be a 'Debbie Downer' anymore, I'll get to the good stuff...
Good relationships are essential in life. It doesn't matter if the relationship is family, friend or lover but people need positive relationships. I have an acute ability to reflect and think critically about things...because of that most of this month, I've dealt with my troubles and sadness on my own but I quickly realized that in order to feel better, I really just needed to talk to someone. After talking to one person I felt better but decided I needed a second opinion. And then I wanted to talk to someone who had a similar experience to me. It came from alternate perspectives that I really figured out how to get over my problems and go one living life.
So I went through some real challenges this month but who even cares about my problems...the important thing to note is that I have people in my life who care about me and who are willing to help me when I'm in need. Good relationships are so important. Nobody should have to deal with life alone...it'll get the better of you.
I'm so grateful for all of the positive relationships in my life. I hope I can be an equally good friend to the people who have helped me.
I miss home, but each day here makes me a stronger person.
Currently I don't have a lot of clarity or focus. After trying to write a post, I just can't say anything clearly...my brain feels like mush.
I was thinking that I had nothing to blog about...but then I realized that I had nothing I wanted to blog about. Sometimes life happens and I either don't feel like sharing out of laziness or for the sake of privacy.
I'm comfortable being open and honest though...and maybe it'll make this post more interesting.
So, what I can say, is that this month surely had it's ups and downs. I guess every month does. With so much change happening (a loss of familiarity, change in diet and lifestyle, instability and the lack of comfort that comes with change, an inability to do things for myself because of language) I've found it almost impossible to be happy all the time. The holiday season (or lack of holiday) and personal issues with a relationship have intensified some of my negative feelings this month.
Because I'm not a negative person and after re-reading that I don't want to be a 'Debbie Downer' anymore, I'll get to the good stuff...
Good relationships are essential in life. It doesn't matter if the relationship is family, friend or lover but people need positive relationships. I have an acute ability to reflect and think critically about things...because of that most of this month, I've dealt with my troubles and sadness on my own but I quickly realized that in order to feel better, I really just needed to talk to someone. After talking to one person I felt better but decided I needed a second opinion. And then I wanted to talk to someone who had a similar experience to me. It came from alternate perspectives that I really figured out how to get over my problems and go one living life.
So I went through some real challenges this month but who even cares about my problems...the important thing to note is that I have people in my life who care about me and who are willing to help me when I'm in need. Good relationships are so important. Nobody should have to deal with life alone...it'll get the better of you.
I'm so grateful for all of the positive relationships in my life. I hope I can be an equally good friend to the people who have helped me.
I miss home, but each day here makes me a stronger person.
It's official...
I've been here for three months...
I'm about to write my 3rd month update email. So much good has happened during my third month. After fighting culture shock and winning the battle, I'm truly happy and settled in here.
I really look forward to my next 9 months in Seoul, South Korea. ^^
I'm about to write my 3rd month update email. So much good has happened during my third month. After fighting culture shock and winning the battle, I'm truly happy and settled in here.
I really look forward to my next 9 months in Seoul, South Korea. ^^
A Restaurant Menu
Yes, indeed, the English portion for the top item DOES in fact read 'Funny special assorted fish paste cake skewer pot.' One of my friends, who is able to read and speak Korean very well informed me that that is an almost exact translation.
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Another compliment...
I was told by two 50 year old Korean women that I looked like Wonder Woman.
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The Intensity of Mountain Climbing...
The peak in the middle is the main peak which I used ropes and held railings to get up. |
In an effort to make a very long story short, this was some of the hardest hiking I've ever done...but in reality, I've never really hiked in mountains except for the Adirondaks in New York. The Adirondaks were nothing compared to the mountains I was in this weekend.
The most shocking part of the whole day was the mass amounts of people at this park all hiking on the same trail. Now, of course I went on one of the most popular trails because this was my first time here and I didn't really care to get lost in the mountains in Korea...although I had wonderful cell phone service the whole time; if I did get lost I would probably be found pretty quickly.
It's a great idea that I brought good food with me because I NEEDED fuel stops. I was dripping sweat and near the end my legs muscles would spasm with every step.
I met two wonderful Koreans who guided me to the top of two peaks that only 1% of all 10,000 visitors go to annually. After that I went to the summit of the main mountain where about 10,000 people go every year. But, this expedition made me gain much respect for Koreans in terms of general health and athleticism...no, maybe that aren't good at organized sports, but to climb up this mountain, especially all the way to the top, you need endurance and you should really be in some kind of 'good' shape. At one point, there were metal railings bolted into the mountain which you HAD to hold on to to hoist yourself up further and further...
My mountain guide! |
I impressed myself this weekend and thoroughly enjoyed my time.
Bears on Keychains...
There were several decorated, plastic bears on keychains at a rest stop...
These two stuck out to me...
These two stuck out to me...
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My Babies...
I thought a post should be dedicated to the reason I'm even in Korea....MY KIDLETS!!!
They are too cute for words but little rascals all at the same time. I love them and hate...but no matter how angry I get, by the end of the day I love them again.
Here are some of my favorites! :) (am I supposed to have favorites?)
This is Jimmy. He's sooo sweet and loves me to death. Every time I walk by his desk he hugs my leg.
Chloe!!! Cutest AND smallest 6 year old I know...
HeeJoon, Ethan, and Jessica...the two boys are soooo wonderful!
I mean...I don't have words they are so great...Jerome, Benjamin, Joseph, Ella. Benjamin and Joseph are twins.
Peter!!!!
They are too cute for words but little rascals all at the same time. I love them and hate...but no matter how angry I get, by the end of the day I love them again.
Here are some of my favorites! :) (am I supposed to have favorites?)
This is Jimmy. He's sooo sweet and loves me to death. Every time I walk by his desk he hugs my leg.
Chloe!!! Cutest AND smallest 6 year old I know...
HeeJoon, Ethan, and Jessica...the two boys are soooo wonderful!
I mean...I don't have words they are so great...Jerome, Benjamin, Joseph, Ella. Benjamin and Joseph are twins.
Peter!!!!
The Face of ELB
The school I work for (ELB) has just revamped their website.
I am now 'The Face of ELB.'
Check it out here...
I am now 'The Face of ELB.'
Check it out here...
Smells like team spirit!
A few weeks ago I attended an annual sporting event between the top two private universities in Korea: Yonsei University and Korea University. The event has a different name depending on which school you support. Yonsei fans call the event Yon-ko Jeon and KU fans call it Ko-yon Jeon.
Every year students come out wearing either red or blue to support their team in 5 sporting competitions including baseball, basketball, ice hockey, rugby and soccer.
I'm more than aware of the fact that Americans love their college sports, but I have never witnessed so much school spirit in my life. Going to Illini football and basketball games, the students were always singing the ritual cheers but the spirit emitted at Yon-ko Jeon was beyond anything I've seen before.
Something important to know first...the cheering squad is actually the group held in the highest esteem at any university; especially these two. There is always one head cheerleader, it happened to be a male on this years squad. The head cheerleader at a Korean university is like the quarterback of the football team at any US school: everyone either wants to be that person or be with that person, ya catch my drift?
These cheerleading squads have maybe 20 members that are officially on the squad. They wear fancy, bright dance attire which has no commonality with their school colors or mascot. Then there are maybe 40 others that dance and do routines with flags, however these are the youngin's who want to be on the official squad.
The cheerleading squad has the hardest job because all of the fans are up dancing and singing THE ENTIRE TIME!! They never quit! When one song ends, another one comes on and they start up a different dance. Most often these songs are popular Korean songs and not 'school' songs. Although they do have school songs with dances as well...
I think I've said enough and you should witness for yourself...
Every year students come out wearing either red or blue to support their team in 5 sporting competitions including baseball, basketball, ice hockey, rugby and soccer.
I'm more than aware of the fact that Americans love their college sports, but I have never witnessed so much school spirit in my life. Going to Illini football and basketball games, the students were always singing the ritual cheers but the spirit emitted at Yon-ko Jeon was beyond anything I've seen before.
Something important to know first...the cheering squad is actually the group held in the highest esteem at any university; especially these two. There is always one head cheerleader, it happened to be a male on this years squad. The head cheerleader at a Korean university is like the quarterback of the football team at any US school: everyone either wants to be that person or be with that person, ya catch my drift?
These cheerleading squads have maybe 20 members that are officially on the squad. They wear fancy, bright dance attire which has no commonality with their school colors or mascot. Then there are maybe 40 others that dance and do routines with flags, however these are the youngin's who want to be on the official squad.
The cheerleading squad has the hardest job because all of the fans are up dancing and singing THE ENTIRE TIME!! They never quit! When one song ends, another one comes on and they start up a different dance. Most often these songs are popular Korean songs and not 'school' songs. Although they do have school songs with dances as well...
I think I've said enough and you should witness for yourself...
My Dreams...
On several occasions, I have had very vivid dreams which evoke a lot of different feelings for me including happiness, disappointment, excitement yet yearning all at the same time.
This is not at all uncommon for me to have intense dreams but the dreams I have in Korea are all linked by one thing...
In each dream, I give up, buy the next airplane ticket home and leave Korean without telling anyone at work or any one of my friends here. Usually when I go home I reunite with someone; but it's always someone different.
This is not at all uncommon for me to have intense dreams but the dreams I have in Korea are all linked by one thing...
In each dream, I give up, buy the next airplane ticket home and leave Korean without telling anyone at work or any one of my friends here. Usually when I go home I reunite with someone; but it's always someone different.
More from Chuseok
Korean children all dressed up in their traditional Hanbok for the Chuseok festivities we hosted at school...
These two are sooo happy to be all dressed up! :)
The bad stuff...
I don't want to leave out the bad parts of my experiences here...
If I only speak of the good, then 1) it's not a real life experience and 2) you don't get the complete picture of what I'm doing here.
I'm not very happy at my job and I'm not even sure my job is 'teaching.' I'm given a book and way too many classes and told to 'get through the book.'
I truly believe my job title here should be Overpaid Babysitter. I'm not about to move home, but I truly hope I can find happiness in my work place...
If I only speak of the good, then 1) it's not a real life experience and 2) you don't get the complete picture of what I'm doing here.
I'm not very happy at my job and I'm not even sure my job is 'teaching.' I'm given a book and way too many classes and told to 'get through the book.'
I truly believe my job title here should be Overpaid Babysitter. I'm not about to move home, but I truly hope I can find happiness in my work place...
일리노이
I have officially begun my attempt to learn to read Korean...this will be very useful in much of my daily life...
일리노이
Do you know what state in the U.S. the above word is....?
일리노이 il-li-no-i ILLINOIS!!!!!!
일리노이
Do you know what state in the U.S. the above word is....?
일리노이 il-li-no-i ILLINOIS!!!!!!
Happy Chuseok
Myeong jul jal bo neseyo!
This means 'happy holiday' in Korean.
Chuseok (추석) is a national holiday which celebrates a good harvest where Koreans gather with family, eat traditional Korean food (mostly seong pyun (rice cake)) and spend time together. It is much like Thanksgiving in America although the food is obviously different.
My school gave every teacher and staff member a gift for Chuseok...
Yes, Spam...although this holiday celebrates a good harvest, Koreans love their Spam. Also, this is a large box full of at least 20 cans of spam!
I also had the opportunity to go to a Chuseok dinner at a 1/2 Korean; 1/2 Chilean home in Bundang, a satellite city of Seoul. One of the other foreign teachers here is good friends with the son; he had attended Chuseok with them a couple years ago.
The night was filled with too much food and lots of conversation. It's customary for the eldest member of the family to give a gift to everyone and although grandma was present, it was two uncles who gave gifts. I was given gifts as well: a manicure set and $20! I felt very strange accepting the gift but I learned it would be rude not to accept it.
More to come on my Chuseok vacation...
This means 'happy holiday' in Korean.
Chuseok (추석) is a national holiday which celebrates a good harvest where Koreans gather with family, eat traditional Korean food (mostly seong pyun (rice cake)) and spend time together. It is much like Thanksgiving in America although the food is obviously different.
My school gave every teacher and staff member a gift for Chuseok...
Yes, Spam...although this holiday celebrates a good harvest, Koreans love their Spam. Also, this is a large box full of at least 20 cans of spam!
I also had the opportunity to go to a Chuseok dinner at a 1/2 Korean; 1/2 Chilean home in Bundang, a satellite city of Seoul. One of the other foreign teachers here is good friends with the son; he had attended Chuseok with them a couple years ago.
The night was filled with too much food and lots of conversation. It's customary for the eldest member of the family to give a gift to everyone and although grandma was present, it was two uncles who gave gifts. I was given gifts as well: a manicure set and $20! I felt very strange accepting the gift but I learned it would be rude not to accept it.
More to come on my Chuseok vacation...
Another 'thing' I look like...
The school I work for (ELB) is revamping their website. They asked me and a couple other foreigners if we would all have our pictures taken for the site.
I said yes, to me it was no big deal. I guess the school had hired a professional photographer and hair/makeup artists...
When I showed up, it was nearing the end of the shoot. The minute I walked in, three Korean men, the photographers, were staring at my intensely. I could tell they were talking about me, but I had no idea what they were saying. I found out later that the photographers thought that ELB had hired a professional model.
Later on, while I was getting my makeup done, they asked me to put my hair up in a pony tail...after my makeup they didn't touch my hair so I reminded them that they needed to do something with my hair. They replied that my hair was fine because they need me to look like a teacher but with my hair down, I look like a super model.
I love Koreans! :)
I said yes, to me it was no big deal. I guess the school had hired a professional photographer and hair/makeup artists...
When I showed up, it was nearing the end of the shoot. The minute I walked in, three Korean men, the photographers, were staring at my intensely. I could tell they were talking about me, but I had no idea what they were saying. I found out later that the photographers thought that ELB had hired a professional model.
Later on, while I was getting my makeup done, they asked me to put my hair up in a pony tail...after my makeup they didn't touch my hair so I reminded them that they needed to do something with my hair. They replied that my hair was fine because they need me to look like a teacher but with my hair down, I look like a super model.
I love Koreans! :)
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My Niche
All of the foreign teachers here have their own 'things to do' outside of school.
One person does tae kwon do, another has lots of Korean friends, one has family here, and another has church...
It's time I find my niche, I'm just not sure what I want to do. Here are my ideas though:
- basketball league
- something to further my photo/art skill (maybe take a class)
- study a language (Korean would help, but I want to get back into speaking French)
Guess I should figure something out soon...I'll keep you posted!
One person does tae kwon do, another has lots of Korean friends, one has family here, and another has church...
It's time I find my niche, I'm just not sure what I want to do. Here are my ideas though:
- basketball league
- something to further my photo/art skill (maybe take a class)
- study a language (Korean would help, but I want to get back into speaking French)
Guess I should figure something out soon...I'll keep you posted!
Koreans think I look like...
During my time here, I've received many comments/stares because of the way I look. The area I live in is pretty old fashioned and traditional. Needless to say, not many foreigners come here, let alone live in this area. I've had several outings where children and adults alike stare and say "weiguk! weiguk!" Weiguk means foreigner. In general Koreans think all foreigners are beautiful and often times think they must be famous if they are wandering around Korea.
So far, I've gotten these comments:
From a Korean woman in her 20s: "You look like Scarlett Johanson."
From one of my elementary students: "You look like a princess."
I'm sure in my year here there will be more to come...I wonder what they'll be?
So far, I've gotten these comments:
From a Korean woman in her 20s: "You look like Scarlett Johanson."
From one of my elementary students: "You look like a princess."
I'm sure in my year here there will be more to come...I wonder what they'll be?
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Get Yo Priorities Straight
I decided to move to Korea because I wanted to live abroad for a while and I especially wanted to travel the world. I decided to teach English abroad because the job would pay me enough to do both.
I came to Korea three weeks ago with these priorities:
Priority #1: Gain cultural experience living in a new place
Priority #2: Travel the world
Priority #3: Live, Learn, Explore, Have Fun
Priority #4: Be stellar at my job (however, this was never a true priority, this was an assumption. I thought this would come automatically)
Do you notice anything wrong with my priorities?
Essentially, I came here for personal gain. Little did I know that my job here would be the hardest job I've ever had and should be my first priority. Or should it?
Today has truly been one of those days. My kindergarten students found out how to manipulate me...I tried several things to gain back control of the class but each time I failed. I stood in front of children two times smaller than me with no other ideas and students laughing their asses off. I have never felt so angry/upset/disrespected/unprepared in my life. A part of me was in shock that I was unable to handle a class of 10 six year olds. And a part of me was about to start balling if I didn't get it together soon.
Luckily the homeroom teacher came in, after hearing the ruckus, and immediately the class shuts up, sits up in their chair and composed themselves.
I guess I came here with my priorities in the wrong order...
Next step: figure out how to control kindergarten students.
To rid myself of my current state of depression, I'm going to sleep and actually wake up at 8 am to exercise.
I came to Korea three weeks ago with these priorities:
Priority #1: Gain cultural experience living in a new place
Priority #2: Travel the world
Priority #3: Live, Learn, Explore, Have Fun
Priority #4: Be stellar at my job (however, this was never a true priority, this was an assumption. I thought this would come automatically)
Do you notice anything wrong with my priorities?
Essentially, I came here for personal gain. Little did I know that my job here would be the hardest job I've ever had and should be my first priority. Or should it?
Today has truly been one of those days. My kindergarten students found out how to manipulate me...I tried several things to gain back control of the class but each time I failed. I stood in front of children two times smaller than me with no other ideas and students laughing their asses off. I have never felt so angry/upset/disrespected/unprepared in my life. A part of me was in shock that I was unable to handle a class of 10 six year olds. And a part of me was about to start balling if I didn't get it together soon.
Luckily the homeroom teacher came in, after hearing the ruckus, and immediately the class shuts up, sits up in their chair and composed themselves.
I guess I came here with my priorities in the wrong order...
Next step: figure out how to control kindergarten students.
To rid myself of my current state of depression, I'm going to sleep and actually wake up at 8 am to exercise.
My First Typhoon
On Thursday, September 2 I was woken up at 5 am by extremely loud noises. When I looked out my 7th floor window, all I could see were trees literally bending in half from strong winds and rain beating down in a sideways fashion.
Apparently Typhoon Kompasu was the strongest typhoon to hit Seoul in 15 years. Check out what NPR had to say about the storm...
Apparently Typhoon Kompasu was the strongest typhoon to hit Seoul in 15 years. Check out what NPR had to say about the storm...
Merchandise of the Week
It's quite common, in Korea, to find any item printed with English words and/or phrases on them. However, most often than not, the phrases are incorrect or absolutely ridiculous.
I will post pictures when possible...enjoy.
Merchandise of the Week
A small child was wearing a tshirt that said "Date Rape Drugs"
I will post pictures when possible...enjoy.
Merchandise of the Week
A small child was wearing a tshirt that said "Date Rape Drugs"
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The First Week...
It's official...
this blog has finally changed into a travel, experiences, foreign life, joys and sorrows and photo blog.
I flew over the arctic and made the big move to Seoul, Korea with only 4 bags! I've traveled and flown plenty of times, even overseas before, so the 14 hour flight wasn't daunting in the least bit. However, if I knew ahead of time what was coming for me, I may not have even gotten on the plane.
I took a flight from Bloomington, IL to Chicago which was everything I expected; 25 min in a cramped seat, not really all that bad.
Waiting in the O'Hare International Airport, I took time to settle my thoughts because, I was, in an instant, a minority. Now, I wasn't scared and that wasn't unexpected, but for the first time in my life, I didn't look like anyone else. In the scheme of things I don't believe race matters and I'm not a racist person, but when you are on the other side, your perspective changes. I've since gotten used to the stares, waves, and goofy 'hello's'. It really only took a week, because it makes me feel famous!
Walking on the huge Korea Air Boeing 747 I immediately passed first class: large teal chairs, some even with tables. Next was a little more simple but still had pretty teal comfy looking seats. I thought to myself '14 hours will be a piece of cake in these seats.' Guess I didn't realize that after the first class seats come business class....then I stumbled upon row 33; ECONOMY!
I hoped and hoped that I either had a window to lay my head on and sleep or an aisle to get in and out easily. Of course I was smack-dab in the middle though. And aside from my big bookbag not fitting all the way under the seat in front of me, I swear Korean economy class is smaller than American economy class...and I'm taller than the average Korean!
The first half of the flight really was fine, but after about 7 or 8 hours, everything went down hill. We had just eaten dinner and although I wasn't very hungry, I decided to eat anyways because I had NO idea what/how I would eat once I got to Korea. About 20 minutes into my movie after I had finished eating, I started to feel really sick. I though maybe it was just a stomach ache from eating too much but it got worse and worse. Luckily I got up and went to the bathroom because almost immediately, I threw up everything that was in my stomach and there surely was a lot. After getting sick I felt a little better and thought the worst had passed, but I didn't get better. I proceeded to throw up two more times and spend the rest of the flight feeling awful and getting absolutely no sleep.
Needless to say, I didn't have the most positive thoughts about living a whole year in Korea after that traveling experience.
Of course I will write more about my first week experience but I want to keep my posts semi-short so people can actually find time to read them. Annyung for now...
this blog has finally changed into a travel, experiences, foreign life, joys and sorrows and photo blog.
I flew over the arctic and made the big move to Seoul, Korea with only 4 bags! I've traveled and flown plenty of times, even overseas before, so the 14 hour flight wasn't daunting in the least bit. However, if I knew ahead of time what was coming for me, I may not have even gotten on the plane.
I took a flight from Bloomington, IL to Chicago which was everything I expected; 25 min in a cramped seat, not really all that bad.
Waiting in the O'Hare International Airport, I took time to settle my thoughts because, I was, in an instant, a minority. Now, I wasn't scared and that wasn't unexpected, but for the first time in my life, I didn't look like anyone else. In the scheme of things I don't believe race matters and I'm not a racist person, but when you are on the other side, your perspective changes. I've since gotten used to the stares, waves, and goofy 'hello's'. It really only took a week, because it makes me feel famous!
Walking on the huge Korea Air Boeing 747 I immediately passed first class: large teal chairs, some even with tables. Next was a little more simple but still had pretty teal comfy looking seats. I thought to myself '14 hours will be a piece of cake in these seats.' Guess I didn't realize that after the first class seats come business class....then I stumbled upon row 33; ECONOMY!
I hoped and hoped that I either had a window to lay my head on and sleep or an aisle to get in and out easily. Of course I was smack-dab in the middle though. And aside from my big bookbag not fitting all the way under the seat in front of me, I swear Korean economy class is smaller than American economy class...and I'm taller than the average Korean!
The first half of the flight really was fine, but after about 7 or 8 hours, everything went down hill. We had just eaten dinner and although I wasn't very hungry, I decided to eat anyways because I had NO idea what/how I would eat once I got to Korea. About 20 minutes into my movie after I had finished eating, I started to feel really sick. I though maybe it was just a stomach ache from eating too much but it got worse and worse. Luckily I got up and went to the bathroom because almost immediately, I threw up everything that was in my stomach and there surely was a lot. After getting sick I felt a little better and thought the worst had passed, but I didn't get better. I proceeded to throw up two more times and spend the rest of the flight feeling awful and getting absolutely no sleep.
Needless to say, I didn't have the most positive thoughts about living a whole year in Korea after that traveling experience.
Of course I will write more about my first week experience but I want to keep my posts semi-short so people can actually find time to read them. Annyung for now...
Where Did Summer Go?
This summer has been filled with fun in the sun, photo jobs, and lots of moving.
As of August 19, 2010, I will be living in Seoul, South Korea. This blog will be transferred from a 'photography' blog to one that, I hope, thoroughly documents my time living in Seoul. Please continue to visit to read about my life and adventures in Asia!
Until then, I still have lots of portraiture I want to share before I move on.
Please enjoy!
Taylor Morgan Little
Well, here's a sneak peak at some of the photos from a senior portrait session with my sister, Taylor.
Although it was incredibly hot, we had so much fun that day. Taylor was such a natural and made my job so much easier. I think it's nice shooting with someone you know, because both parties are naturally more comfortable.
There will be plenty more to come later.
There's something about birds...
There's something about birds...
Freedom
Graceful
Sleek
Beautiful
Compassionate
This mother bird made a nest in the rafters of my porch. I've been watching everyday for the last three weeks...I knew the baby hatched when I saw a broken egg on my porch, however it took a while for me to actually see the baby. It's very cute though.
The reason I like birds, is because I admire the freedom they have to literally go wherever they desire.
Artistic Identity
Identity is multifaceted...each person has many aspects, quirks, parts etc. to their identity. As I explore my artistic identity, I need to think about what I'm attracted to. What is is about art that captivates me?
I will try to explore that question now...
1 I love color. Although I greatly appreciate the moody emotionalism that comes from a simple black and white image. But I like it when color pops; saturated color is interesting color.
2 I am captivated by depth. What ever way depth is achieved in a work (overlap, atmospheric perspective) I greatly enjoy studying and looking at layers in a work of art.
3 I am perfectly capable of loving something just because it's pretty. I <3 beauty.
4 Capturing a sense of time in a work is interesting to me....I'm thinking blurred images; one's that show movement. I don't like to freeze movement...but show movement...
I will try to explore that question now...
1 I love color. Although I greatly appreciate the moody emotionalism that comes from a simple black and white image. But I like it when color pops; saturated color is interesting color.
2 I am captivated by depth. What ever way depth is achieved in a work (overlap, atmospheric perspective) I greatly enjoy studying and looking at layers in a work of art.
3 I am perfectly capable of loving something just because it's pretty. I <3 beauty.
4 Capturing a sense of time in a work is interesting to me....I'm thinking blurred images; one's that show movement. I don't like to freeze movement...but show movement...
Illinois Marathon
This past weekend was the Illinois Marathon. Approximately 15,000 total were participating. The day was slightly humid, a bit too much to be a perfect running day but just enough to be a perfect photography day!
Kudos to my lovely family for doing so well! My Dan ran the marathon and my Mom and Sister ran the 1/2 marathon.
Also, congratulations to everyone else who ran: Kristin, Andrew, Cody, Katie, and Scott.
This is my Dad finishing his first marathon in under 4 hours!
Also, Old Abe ran the 1/2.
Kudos to my lovely family for doing so well! My Dan ran the marathon and my Mom and Sister ran the 1/2 marathon.
Also, congratulations to everyone else who ran: Kristin, Andrew, Cody, Katie, and Scott.
This is my Dad finishing his first marathon in under 4 hours!
Also, Old Abe ran the 1/2.
Creativity Conundrum
Thinking about art has been making me unhappy lately. I've been forced to realize my artistic identity (however, I haven't come full circle yet). Maybe this sounds like a good thing, in reality it is; but when in the midst of struggle and confusion, I ache with depression and sadness.
I was asked to do a painting for a friend and was more than happy to do so...however the process of creating the painting has posed many problems for me. I'm currently on my third painting! Nothing ends up looking like I imagine.
I'm going to post the third attempt at a painting...I'm sure most of you will say you like it...but to me, it's not good enough.
I'm confused...who am I as an artist? What am I supposed to create? Why am I supposed to create? How do I develop ideas and what happens when I don't have to skill to execute my ideas?
Those are my problems....here's what I've realized so far...
#1: I am inspired by people and community. I don't want to copy people, but I am excited about creating art when engulfed in an artistic atmosphere. Where do I find an art community? Are my students my community? Can I teach through action and make art with them? HOW DO I FIND COMMUNITY?
#2: I need space. As much as I need community and people, I need space. I feel claustrophobic in small, messy places...this poses a huuuuge problem right now. Since I share a classroom, there is no space. Since I work so much and so hard, I have no time to clean my space. My home and work are cluttered and I feel overwhelmed, disorganized, lost and upset when I am crammed.
Since I'm so skilled at thinking positively, here's the positive spin on this leg of the journey towards my artistic identity: I'm young! I'm still becoming, still developing. I'm not supposed to be Annie Leibovitz yet...not until I've experienced more. Also, I think I've made supreme progress in determining my artistic identity with just the two thoughts above.
Okay, here's the painting. Let me know what you think.
I was asked to do a painting for a friend and was more than happy to do so...however the process of creating the painting has posed many problems for me. I'm currently on my third painting! Nothing ends up looking like I imagine.
I'm going to post the third attempt at a painting...I'm sure most of you will say you like it...but to me, it's not good enough.
I'm confused...who am I as an artist? What am I supposed to create? Why am I supposed to create? How do I develop ideas and what happens when I don't have to skill to execute my ideas?
Those are my problems....here's what I've realized so far...
#1: I am inspired by people and community. I don't want to copy people, but I am excited about creating art when engulfed in an artistic atmosphere. Where do I find an art community? Are my students my community? Can I teach through action and make art with them? HOW DO I FIND COMMUNITY?
#2: I need space. As much as I need community and people, I need space. I feel claustrophobic in small, messy places...this poses a huuuuge problem right now. Since I share a classroom, there is no space. Since I work so much and so hard, I have no time to clean my space. My home and work are cluttered and I feel overwhelmed, disorganized, lost and upset when I am crammed.
Since I'm so skilled at thinking positively, here's the positive spin on this leg of the journey towards my artistic identity: I'm young! I'm still becoming, still developing. I'm not supposed to be Annie Leibovitz yet...not until I've experienced more. Also, I think I've made supreme progress in determining my artistic identity with just the two thoughts above.
Okay, here's the painting. Let me know what you think.
My Art Show
I have my very first solo art show. A selection of my photography is hanging at Cafe Paradiso in Urbana. It will be up until April 11. Go check it out!
Several people expressed interest while I was hanging my work. Hopefully plenty more do as well!
There were no fences...
Yes, I'm disappointed, but I knew I'd have to say this eventually: "It's been a while since my last post." I have been so busy with teaching lately, that I haven't made time for blogging. Sure, there's plenty to blog about, but I chose not to so that I could actually survive this crazy time.
I'm currently on my spring break, so I'm much more relaxed now. I still have work to do, but I decided to leave everything behind, hop on a plane and fly to Amelia Island, Florida. My grandparents live here for four months during the Illinois winter.
This is a much needed and deserved break. It's been so relaxing, I'm not ready to go back to the real world. Luckily, I still have four days.
Today I decided to hike some trails in the middle of the island. I had no idea what I was getting into other than some exercise. When I arrived there were signs and pamphlets teaching me about the wildlife sanctuary I was about to enter. I grabbed one to read as I started walking down the trail that was about ten feet wide with tall grasses and trees on both sides. It was so thick you couldn't see through them all. While reading the pamphlet, I found several warnings: don't hike alone, bring a cell phone if possible, let people know where you are going and when you plan to come back, have ID on you, bring enough water, and stay alert for snakes, alligators and other wildlife. Then I heard rustling in the brush. Whether it was my imagination, the wind, or a creature, I was scared. I decided to go back to my car, get my license, phone and write my grandparents number on the pamphlet in case parts of my body were found half eaten by an alligator.
Too scared from the claustrophobic path I just came from, I went across the street to try the other path. This one was about ten feet wide with brush, trees and marsh on the left and a fifteen foot wide stream on the right. This path also went straight back, rather than winding, so I could always see the road where I came from.
I ended up seeing lots of turtles, beautiful birds and TWO alligators. The first alligator was small. His head was about the size of my palm, he was maybe three feet long. I saw the second alligator after the path turned so I could no longer see the road anymore. This one was bigger! Probably 2 1/2 times the size of the other. They didn't budge or seem bothered by me, but I was still frightened...remember...this was a wildlife sanctuary and there were no fences.
I'm currently on my spring break, so I'm much more relaxed now. I still have work to do, but I decided to leave everything behind, hop on a plane and fly to Amelia Island, Florida. My grandparents live here for four months during the Illinois winter.
This is a much needed and deserved break. It's been so relaxing, I'm not ready to go back to the real world. Luckily, I still have four days.
Today I decided to hike some trails in the middle of the island. I had no idea what I was getting into other than some exercise. When I arrived there were signs and pamphlets teaching me about the wildlife sanctuary I was about to enter. I grabbed one to read as I started walking down the trail that was about ten feet wide with tall grasses and trees on both sides. It was so thick you couldn't see through them all. While reading the pamphlet, I found several warnings: don't hike alone, bring a cell phone if possible, let people know where you are going and when you plan to come back, have ID on you, bring enough water, and stay alert for snakes, alligators and other wildlife. Then I heard rustling in the brush. Whether it was my imagination, the wind, or a creature, I was scared. I decided to go back to my car, get my license, phone and write my grandparents number on the pamphlet in case parts of my body were found half eaten by an alligator.
Too scared from the claustrophobic path I just came from, I went across the street to try the other path. This one was about ten feet wide with brush, trees and marsh on the left and a fifteen foot wide stream on the right. This path also went straight back, rather than winding, so I could always see the road where I came from.
I ended up seeing lots of turtles, beautiful birds and TWO alligators. The first alligator was small. His head was about the size of my palm, he was maybe three feet long. I saw the second alligator after the path turned so I could no longer see the road anymore. This one was bigger! Probably 2 1/2 times the size of the other. They didn't budge or seem bothered by me, but I was still frightened...remember...this was a wildlife sanctuary and there were no fences.
Arts n Crafts
It's been too long since my last post...finally, a weekend with no commitments. Life is slowing down just a little bit now that Scholastic Bowl is almost over. I'm excited to have my evenings free again. Over the past month I've been reading a lot of art blogs. I've been into 'crafting' lately.
High school girls are making headbands now. I've seen lots of cute ones and was inspired to make my own. That's how I spent my evening; although I should have been doing work.
Also, HUUUUUGE news....some of you may not know, but I used to have a necklace I loved sooo much. It had a simple silver chain and a pendant with a pelican painted on it. It was literally one of my most prized possessions for a time, until I lost it. It wasn't my fault though, one day, in Milwaukee, it just fell of the chain. My wonderful friend, Katiebug, helped me look for it for a rather long time. I knew one day I would replace the necklace, but I just haven't found the right one...I think it's been two years since then. Well, the day has come! I've found the replacement for my pelican! Can't wait to wear this!
High school girls are making headbands now. I've seen lots of cute ones and was inspired to make my own. That's how I spent my evening; although I should have been doing work.
Also, HUUUUUGE news....some of you may not know, but I used to have a necklace I loved sooo much. It had a simple silver chain and a pendant with a pelican painted on it. It was literally one of my most prized possessions for a time, until I lost it. It wasn't my fault though, one day, in Milwaukee, it just fell of the chain. My wonderful friend, Katiebug, helped me look for it for a rather long time. I knew one day I would replace the necklace, but I just haven't found the right one...I think it's been two years since then. Well, the day has come! I've found the replacement for my pelican! Can't wait to wear this!
B's Burritos
I've been on a burrito kick for about....3 1/2 months now. You see, I love to cook. But when I don't have time, or I'm tired, or I have no good reason, I don't cook; UNLESS I have something quick and easy to make.
I've been making, savoring, gorging, and loving my homemade burritos since somewhere between November and December.
Each week I do something slightly different to add variety to my meal. I'd like to share with you this weeks burrito, which I think has been one of the best...
1 Heat wok to medium
2 Use Cilantro Pesto Vinaigrette to coat wok
3 Dice small red potato and coat in vinaigrette. Let cook a bit
4 Add diced onion (I used white)
5 Put another burner on 1/4 heat to warm up your Spinach tortilla
6 Heat brown rice
7 Add mushrooms and snap peas to wok
8 Add spicy salsa to wok
9 Dollup of sour cream on warmed tortilla
10 Brown rice and cheese on tortilla
11 Put veggie stir fry on tortilla
12 Roll up
13 Dip in Ranch dressing for extra flavor
14 Eat Enjoy
Other things I really like in my burritos: soy beans, sweet potato, muenster cheese
I'd like to move to Naples, FL and open up a burrito shack near the beach...I'll call it B's Burritos or Burritos by B. Would you like to invest in my company?
Stressed Out!
I have no art to post. I've been incredibly busy and stressed out. Many, many things contribute to this...
On January 21st, my birthday, my boss came up to my classroom at 7:15 am. He had an opportunity for me...to coach the Scholastic Bowl team. The first meet was that day! It wasn't something I felt like I could say no to. Luckily that meet got canceled and I enjoyed my birthday. You can read about it in one of my posts.
Anyways, coaching isn't so bad, if I can even call it coaching. I'm more of a chaperon than a coach. Anyways, it is a rather large time commitment, not as big as basketball, football or any other sport. But it does add to my already busy schedule.
I have to say, I really enjoy the students involved and I'm learning a lot. I know the kids are thankful for me coaching. The original coach had to quit the night before for medical reasons. So, I'm posting an image of the t-shirt I designed for the team. Very scholastic, isn't it?
Amanda & Mike Wedding
On January 2, 2010 I had the opportunity to shoot the Blessing ceremony of a wonderful couple. Their love for each other and their family was so evident. I felt incredibly lucky to be able to witness such a special day.
Check out all of their wedding photos at my Fotki site.
The Scribble Project
So, go check it out...The Scribble Project is a collaborative drawing website, where the creator, Oppy, provides templates, you fill them out however you so please, and submit them.
I took part in the 'Big Team Scribble.' We were provided with a little cart with wheels and had to draw whatever we wanted. However, we could only use black and white because these drawings are going to be used for a coloring zine. I'm attaching one of the drawings I submitted.
What do you think? Cute, huh?
Supporting local artists
My co-art teacher, Deborrah Pagel, is a ceramic artist. She is very skilled at pottery, focusing on teapots and also does some larger more conceptual sculptures.
I think it is incredibly important to support local artists by going to shows, and buying work when possible.
Currently Deb has her work on display at the Springer Cultural Center. Go check out her talent and beautiful work.
I took photos of her show for her...here's a taste of what you'll see!
The 23rd Year
I turned 23 on the 21st.
This year, my birthday was so special.
The other art teacher told one of her classes (Art II, who were the Art I kids from last year; I had them during student teaching) and my current Art I kids that it was my birthday. The Art II kids decided to throw me a little surprise party complete with flowers, food, AND my supervising teacher from last year. It was such a treat to get to visit with her again. She had decided to leave teaching to try and make a living as a professional artist. All in all it is going well for her. Of course things could be better; with the economy sinking, some of her jobs were canceled or just postponed. Her and I have some similar philosophies on life, so it was wonderful to be able to share ideas and experiences again.
THEN, my Art Survey kids surprised me with a hand-made birthday hat and card.
All day long people were wishing me happy birthday. I felt so special.
The evening consisted of Yellowfin dinner (my favorite sushi place in town) and dessert at Strawberry Fields (a really awesome health foods grocery store).
The 22nd year was full of excitement with graduating college and starting my very first teaching job. I am sure that my 23rd year will be even more exciting with pursuing my art at a professional level and possibly teaching abroad :0!!
Things are rolling...
Finally...new business cards are in, images are here, frames are bought and being painted and I have meetings with three cafes/restaurants this week to possibly hang my work in.
I chose 23 images to print and hang; however, I might have to eliminate some. We'll see.
I'm going to try to sell my work. I really hope they sell!
ALSO, I'm working with a local interior designer to do some shooting for her spaces, one of them being a newly remolded bar.
Things are rolling...
I chose 23 images to print and hang; however, I might have to eliminate some. We'll see.
I'm going to try to sell my work. I really hope they sell!
ALSO, I'm working with a local interior designer to do some shooting for her spaces, one of them being a newly remolded bar.
Things are rolling...
Sometimes I'm tired...
Although at the end of every work day I'm exhausted, I always love heading to school the next day.
I don't think of going to school as work...for me it's so enjoyable. I love my students. Interacting with them is incredibly meaningful. I get "Hey Miss Metka!" in the hallway all the time and respect in the classroom.
I really believe that in order to be an effective teacher, you need to help the students feel like they aren't at school. Make learning fun, interesting...enticing.
Although much of my teaching strategies will change over the next couple years, I really believe the foundation is simple...Learn to captivate children.
I don't think of going to school as work...for me it's so enjoyable. I love my students. Interacting with them is incredibly meaningful. I get "Hey Miss Metka!" in the hallway all the time and respect in the classroom.
I really believe that in order to be an effective teacher, you need to help the students feel like they aren't at school. Make learning fun, interesting...enticing.
Although much of my teaching strategies will change over the next couple years, I really believe the foundation is simple...Learn to captivate children.
Business Cards
I made a new business card. I really needed to update the previous one to fit my style. The card is white and a 2" x 2" square with information and images on the front and back. What do you think?
Hardcore living...
It's 8:11 pm right now and the temperature feels like -1 degrees. The wind is moving anywhere from 14 mph to 19 mph. It's definitely not warm. And about 4 1/2 hours ago it wasn't much better. None the less, I ventured out into the Champaign tundra to shoot the winter sunset. I absolutely favor winter sunsets over snow to summer sunsets. I think there's something about the cold, bright white scenery that magnifies the colors in the sky to be bigger and better than the summer heat can offer.
My expedition began by driving South on 57 to get near the wide open spaces the corn fields offer in the winter time. I spotted groups of small leave-less trees set in front of the horizon. I couldn't pass it up so I pulled over, put my hazards on, trekked down the steep ditch. I was wearing my thick, warm mid-calf Merrel boots; however, with each step I sunk well past the top of the boots. I was in my element shooting cat tails, tall grasses and skinny trees in front of the sunset. After about 10 minutes I looked back at my car only to see a white sedan with red and blue flashing lights. Immediately I'm worried because I couldn't remember if it's been a year since my first speeding ticket (I got a second one sometime in September so if I got a third within a year, I'd loose my license). Anyways, I ran up to the cop car and asked what the problem was. He said he thought the car was abandoned and asked me what I was doing. When I explained to him that I was shooting the sunset because I drove by and couldn't pass up it's beauty, he said that was fine and he understands that it's important. He let me go but told me it's illegal to park on the side of the interstate.
After that I left feeling a little uneasy because I don't usually meet empathetic cops; hence the two speeding tickets in one year. I exited at Curtis Road and traveled deeper into the country. The images I'm going to post were taken at this stop. I found patterns and wrinkles in the snow caused by the wind which were absolutely beautiful. I hope that are just as magnificent in a picture.
Moral of the story...my life motto: You ain't hardcore unless you LIVE hardcore.
Christmas Cards
Over the holidays, I took pictures for two families Christmas cards. One family was my aunt, uncle and two little cousins. They wanted to recreate a scene from the movie Elf...and it went so well. I absolutely loved setting up a scene and having a 'real' photo shoot.
Taking pictures of little ones is not an easy task. Sometimes they don't want to participate so you have to bribe them; other times you have to pause all shooting because one of them is puking.
This shoot was quite the experience but it really didn't take long to get the perfect shot.
With the other family, I just let the kids play and followed them around and took pictures. It was challenging because I couldn't choose the background and situations. So, my challenge for the next time I shoot kids in their home: I definitely need at least two hours, and I have to come up with some creative ways to frame shots and capture kids playing. Shallow depth of field is one...what's another?
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