About eight months ago I found my life changing forever(and I’m not exaggerating ha-ha). I was accepted into a teaching program overseas, packed my future into two suitcases, a backpack, and a briefcase, and moved to South Korea. I wasn’t sure if I had made the right decision, but once my dad pulled out of our driveway, there was no time to dwell on uncertainty.
My arrival at Gimpo Airport was terrifying and exhilarating. I had no idea where to go, or what to do, but I was excited to start my new life. I somehow managed to find my luggage, and meet the welcoming program attendants at the entrance, and waited for the pick-up bus. I called my dad to inform him of my situation, and awkwardly looked around hoping another teacher would initiate a conversation. It began to sink in that I was alone. Thankfully I met an equally awkward friend, that would soon become someone very dear to me, and we began sharing stories and hopes. She has now left the country, but we still talk, and hopefully we will meet again!
Our orientation was unfortunately located in the hottest part of South Korea, during the hottest month of the year, but we survived the month long ordeal…barely. Most days were spent inside listening to lectures, but weekends did include cultural trips and free-time. It could be compared to a summer camp, actually. We stayed at a university outside of Daegu, isolated from civilization atop a hill. There was a beautiful night view, that could be appreciated on nights when curfew was extended.
Overall, the orientation was mind-numbing, but necessary. We could not just be released out into the world with no idea how to survive or how to even teach. Granted, most of what I know now was learned through doing, but without orientation the transition into life would have been much, much tougher.
I have many more stories to tell! Eight months worth, but this one was basically just a short intro into how I came here. I’ll be sure to post more, and include way more details. Stay tuned!