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The 9-Month Rule

Due to recent encounters with inspiring people, I hereby declare the enactment of the 9-Month Rule to this new chapter of my life—

One could call it a pregnant pact, pregnancy promise, whatever. 

[This isn’t about being pregnant]

This new rule basically means:

If I am in the same, comfortable place for 9 months or more, I will pick myself up and go. Just GO.  

I will travel, take a small trip, get out of the area, do something outlandish to get away from the norm and rid myself of that hovering, dismal box we tend to keep ourselves in. This will ensure a life outside of ennui, a guarantee of new perspectives, and an escape from routine. One of my biggest fears is that I will live a life that I do not love—a life without passion, creativity, curiosity, and zest. This 9-month rule will help me break from that fear and just do. 

So yeah, it actually is about being pregnant—-pregnant with adventure and exploration that is. HEYO. 

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I am so tired of feeling like my friendship to someone is worth nothing. Time and time again I am dropped, cut out of something completely as if I never even mattered.
I’m confused at myself for being so damn hurt every time. Why is this such a difficult thing for me to understand?

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Everything is Cute Here.

Currently I am teaching at a camp in GVCS in Mungyeong, South Korea, an area surrounded by farms and countryside. 

I have not been doing that great of a job of writing down my experiences here and for that, I apologize Future Self. I know you are going to look back, take a gander, and slap yourself on the wrist for not taking the time to sit and be still with your thoughts. So here it is—I am writing from the teacher’s “office” with faint Korean conversations occurring in the background. 

First of all, let me just say how much I had enjoyed that 13 hour flight from California to South Korea. It felt comfortable, known, and reminiscent. I thought back to times I would be running up and down the aisles of double decker planes, introducing myself to complete strangers and trying to make friends in every row, my poor father sitting on the steps, waiting patiently and hovering distantly. I was born to wander, I swear it. 

Anyways, we landed and a wave of humidity engulfed me while stickiness naturally followed. It brought me back to the ends of every summer, landing back in Singapore and coming home to humidity. But in the South Korean airport, all was silent. I remember feeling as if I was in a library and my voice alone could locate me if I was lost. All was new and all was exciting, even the silence. 

We board our bright pink travel, which seemed like a party bus due to the abundance of multi-colored lights and giant flat screen, and head 2.5 hours out to the countryside.

Here, we found out that we would not be touring for the next three days but actually be starting to teach in just two days and in addition, be living WITH our students. At this point, I was exhausted from traveling, stressed from not being mentally prepared, and worried because of the appropriateness of living with the kids I would be teaching. Professional-esque teaching during the day and then doing my bathroom business and nighttimes routines with towels around my head at night? It seemed like an  odd mix.

But it was actually such a good thing. These girls are incredible. They are hilarious, they are creative, they are spastic, and they are so so very loving. Living with them for the past week has taught me a lot about their culture, their food, their language, their humor, and their love. I am extremely thankful to have had this unique opportunity. 

I’m tired basically everyday and about to hit my third cup of instant coffee (regular coffee here is extremely expensive so instant coffee is the way to go), so instead of writing in paragraphs, I am just going to bullet point the rest of my observations. 

Lazy blogging, so what: 

  • Literally everything here is cute. The socks, the hairstyles, the clothes, the music, the food, the pastries, the people. Everything. 
  • We eat kimchi and rice almost every single meal, EVERY SINGLE DAY. 
  • I thought I wouldn’t be fond of the food but for some reason this adventurous spirit has risen within me and I like most of what I try and am loving the kimchi life. I think inability to handle spicy food has slowly started to diminish (one of our vocab words I’m teaching hayyy). 
  • I teach 3 hours of vocab a day so obviously (another vocab word) I will be using them in my day-to-day conversations. 
  • There’s this one student to loves to bite me. She does it everyday. Her English name is also Nehemiah. 
  • I’m always hungry. The meals and snacks also belong in the cute category because they are so small. It’s no wonder Koreans are all cute and tiny. 
  • The calves here on the Korean men are phenomenal. Seriously, my eyes have been busy, it’s ridiculous. Maybe that’s why I’m tired all the time. Over-stimulation of the eyes due to the multitude of chiseled calves. 
  • I find Korean men really attractive.
  • The only problem is that I can’t tell if they’re my age or in high school. They can be 26 years old but look 20. It’s awfully misleading. I must tread carefully. 
  • Almost everyone here is in a relationship. It’s ridiculous. You are actually looked down upon if you don’t have a boyfriend or girlfriend—like some sort of second-class citizen. 
  • Couples here also love to match—from shoes, to matching white shorts, to almost identical striped shirts, to even the same dyed hair color. It’s crazy. 
  • The girls we teach love all things romantic and Frozen. They are obsessed. 
  • I love my team here. We’re just a slew of sarcastic, sassy, and hilarious divas with a whole lot of love and dedication. 
  • We must take our shoes off every time we walk into the dorm.
  • They love my Cheese-Its and yogurt-covered cranberries. 
  • I love their strawberry milk, pop burgers (rice instead of bread and beef bulgogi instead of traditional burger contents), melon popsicles, regular milk, mushroom shaped chocolates, ramen, honey bread, mocha bread, and so many other tasty things. 
  • I hit some of my students in the face yesterday because I got too competitive and intense when playing their version of dodgeball. Instead of 6 softer dodgeballs they play with one ball. The ball is a hard volleyball. I felt a little bad. But we won so. 
  • My leader here is partially who I want to be in 10 years. 
  • They like punishment games here.
  • My shy kids are opening up and I’m so proud of them. It’s genuine (another vocab word TRY AND STOP ME) love.
  • This lady in Seoul told me, “You are not slim!” when trying to fit the Han bok (traditional korean garb worn during holidays) over my boobs. Go figure. Go figure! (Get it?) 
  • When I finally went outside the walls of GVCS and into town, I felt like I was in Game of Thrones and seeing beyond the wall. Winter is coming. 
  • There’s this delicious treat made of pure melted sugar and baking soda. It is delicious and I want to make some everyday. 
  • This list is so long, sorry for wasting your time, it’s mainly for me so I don’t really feel that bad anymore. 
  • I have to type flashcards now (things I also love just as much as vocabulary) so I must get back to work.

I will write more and I will laugh more so stay tuned. 

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Make It To Me (Le P remix) - Sam Smith

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