Many schools rarely host the teacher parties known as "hwesiks". My school has so many I felt obligated to write about them. The following update will therefore be dedicated to hwesiks, and only hwesiks.
So I'm trying to adopt this kitten. His name will be Richard. Of course you can call him Rich. A fellow teacher in town brought in a pregnant stray, and the result is a number of kittens up for grabs.
I started a garden recently. It's watered everyday after school. This works well because I usually have 10 minutes between my last class and snack meeting with the school nurse and librarian, the perfect amount of time to water a garden.
The garden has tomatoes, pumpkins, lettuce, cucumbers, and radishes. Oh and sweet potatoes. Some days when I sit at home with freshly picked vegetables on the table, a load of laundry on the drying rack and my Korea scrapbook on my lap, I have to resist the urge to download episodes of Oprah.
Oh, hwesiks. Well we did have one 17 hour gathering worth describing. I foolishly showed up for this fatigued and under the assumption that 2 hours of sleep + a 5 hour energy = 7 hours of sleep. Things got started off early with teachers force feeding me soju for breakfast, chased by raw octopus. By 10 a.m. we were riding tandem bicycles and I had consumed the equivalent of a small octopus tentacle. My friend Mike calls me octopus for no apparent reason. I felt like such a cannibal.
I'm envious of the energy level my co-workers possess. Throughout the day we cycled, went spelunking, hiked a mountain, visited a temple, spent hours on a bus, took a funicular to a waterfall, and ate three full meals. After all the activity this still happened, and it went on for exactly two hours. The video quality is poor, but you'll get the idea.
We randomly choose teams but it seems to always end up foreigners versus Koreans. I don't know how. We'll play rock-paper-scissors, shoot for teams, pick numbers. Doesn't matter, same result.
No one has jerseys anyway though, so I guess it works out.