Yeah, after a nice long 12 hour flight preceded by a 4 hour layover in the city I despise, Los Angeles, I made it to the Seoul/Incheon Airport. I was greeted by a woman who has been sending me email left and right only for her to not give a shit about my questions and leave me in the hands of other Fulbrighters just as confused as me and a bus driver that spoke no English.
Now I'd like to say that I practiced the Korean alphabet (hangeul) on the plane ride over, but honestly, they gave me a glass of wine and the next thing I know I was getting my arm rest privileges revoked by a Korean girl while my neck was crooked against the window. But it didn't really matter too much about the practice because I had a language placement test that consisted of me exhausting my Korean vocab: Hello, Rice, Tea, Cigarette, Beer, and Stop it! (Lolly can take credit for the last one).
Now, I've never had Kimchi before, and I know why. I've never really been a fan of pickled things, but spicy is good. Yet they don't seem to cancel each other out and make it a neutral food for me. It just plain kills me every time I eat it, and that would be for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Mmmmm. I hope it's just the shitty cafeteria that makes me want to kill myself, because I will not be able to survive eating rice, and only rice, for the next 12 months. But the BBQ is good, if I actually go out and spend the 20 minutes it takes to order food because I can't speak a damn word and sit there motioning to my mouth and and pointing to random things on the menu. Yet instead it turns out those gestures and desperation mean that I'd like to change tables.
But I had my first language class today and it was quasi-successful. I seemed to know more than all my classmates, and spent the entire night tutoring people on a language I've studied for a total of 3 days, maybe? Anyway, my stomach is grumbling and I should probably just go to bed since I'll never get a complete meal at this damn school.
Yeah, things are good, but Typhoons are on their way... not sure what to expect.
Peace.
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