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A Matter of Pride


2007
02.19

I have to give credit to those Chinese. They have this other dating system. I don’t understand it, probably never will, but what I do know is that it’s different from our year and they’re still sticking to it. You just have to love their tenacity for ancient stuff. I especially love it because I get today off work.

Koreans cling to the same heritage too you see, with surprisingly more tenacity. Take chopsticks for example. Now, if they were just a preference, I could easily understand it. However their shunning of the fork is suspiciously total. Once might expect some acknowledgment of it’s practical superiority when eating, say, steak. However the Koreans would sooner bring in scissors and tongs to cut up the meat than to admit defeat by letting the knife and fork take a place on the table.

I guess it’s just a matter of pride.

Pride affects us all. It starts to come into play during the late teenage years and more and more asserts itself as a factor to be considered. It’s simply the basis of a lot of dumb decisions. It’s consciousness’ side-effect, for while consciousness gives us a self-awareness, pride turns this awareness against us, forcing us to recognize the internal instead of focus on the external.

It’s effects are damaging. How can you be a student if you are too proud to admit someone knows more than you? How can you take criticism? How can you fix a problem if you are too proud to admit that there’s anything wrong?

I find it happening to me. I was browsing a writing seminar online. It required you to submit your work online for the instructor and other students to critique. I found myself dreading this. I heard a voice and it said “who are they to critique you?” No, I didn’t believe that. They were experienced, they knew a great deal about good writing. “You are going to look like a stupid idiot, who doesn’t know anything,” the voice continued. “You will appear lower than them.”

As a teacher, I notice it in class. The best students are the ones who put their own feelings aside and concentrate on learning as much as they can from me. The students who are too proud to try, never learn anything. It’s especially noticeable when teaching a language because if you don’t speak it regularly, it will never come. Those who are shy or proud (in the end, they’re about the same in their damage) can’t speak, whereas those who shut down that negative internal dialog improve in leaps and bounds.

Pride is not all bad though. If you do something great and people start clapping at you, pride is going to give you a bucket load of endorphins as a present. Pride will also make you look strong to others, initially. Just before they become infuriated with your inability to compromise or see reason, they will see you as someone of strength and character. Those who have pride, seek dominion over something. Not everyone can be the top dog, but all the lower dogs can be the top dog of the dogs lower than they. Pride serves to make you feel better about yourself, while at the same time demanding of others that your way is the right one.

All of this may not make complete sense. If pride’s goal is to make you look strong to others, but always succeeds in making you more stupid and too stubborn to change with the times, then it obviously doesn’t work. But then, nobody said that pride was an exact idiocy, after all.

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Professor David?


2006
07.27

Yesterday I went for my third university interview. I learned from my past errors. At the first two interviews I was more than an hour late, hot, flustered and unprepared. This time, I was early, cool, calm, collected and had practiced my responses beforehand.

It was an interview for a women’s university. Surprisingly, out of the 12 applicants waiting for an interview, only one was female. Not sure why, but I wasn’t going to ask questions at a time like this.

The panel of three asked me various questions, and it seemed to be pretty standard. I gave them a teaching summary and detail of my experience. It all flowed out of my mouth like treacle. Then they asked me a strange question.

“How old are you?” asked the serious lady in the middle.
“I’m 26″ I replied.
She looked concerned.
“You are young.”
“Thank you.” I said.
The smiling lady addressed me now.
“We mean, you are young and handsome,” she said, blushing slightly.
“Thank you again,” I said smiling. I really didn’t know what to make of it.
The serious lady stepped in again to make the point.
“We mean that you are in a women’s university and we have a strict policy on teacher student relationships.” They all focussed in on me, judging my reaction. It made me wonder just how big a problem this type of thing was if they thought it necessary to raise it in the interview. Do some candidates lose it at that point or start to argue the point? Was I going to do the same? Was I going to tremble, was I developing a slight twinkle in my eye? I shut those thoughts out. I was coming here to teach. I was only here to teach. I am a professional, I thought.
“I am a professional teacher,” I said. “I don’t believe in having relationships with students.”
They seemed to relax after that. They all looked at each other.
“Well I don’t have any more questions,” the serious one said.
The man, who had only asked one question echoed this. The lady who had been smiling all through the process, told me it was the end and that I could leave. It was as though the whole interview had been a lead-up to that one question. Teaching, experience, yes yes, but let’s get down to the really important stuff: can you handle a room full of young women looking up to you with their innocent adoring eyes. To which I say, damn right I can handle it!

I left and they paid me $30 for being there. In Daegu it was the same, I received an envelope of $60 for travel expenses, Suwon also. If I had the inclination I suppose I might start a little job of just applying for universities. But I don’t suppose I will… you know why? Because today I got an email from the women’s university saying that I got the job.

So very soon I will be paid to teach rooms full of young women looking up at me with adoring eyes. It’ll be tough, but I’ll handle it. You can count on that.

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Dak Ji and the Entrepreneurial Spirit


2006
02.23

Kids here are crazy about games. More importantly, games which combine collecting with smashing things. One such game combines these pursuits perfectly and it’s name is Dak Ji. Dak Ji is a game consisting of throwing plastic pieces of shit (PPOS) around and trying to collect as many as you can in the process. Now they’re not actually plastic pieces of shit, but I call them this because they essentially cost the same to make, and have zero intrinsic value. You throw them around until you realize that they are actually just a PPOS and then throw them away. Why would kids do this? Because it’s fun.

A hive of unguarded Dak Ji pieces
A hive of unguarded Dak Ji pieces

See there are rules to the throwing. Let me pretend that I’m a kid again and not an old spoilsport and explain. So you and your opponent put your PPOS down flat on the ground. Then, you take it in turns to pick up your PPOS and throw it at the other players’ PPOS. If you manage to turn their PPOS over then you take it, thus becoming the proud owner of another PPOS. If you don’t, he has a chance to get yours. To a kid, the prospect of this is the most terrible thing in the world. Now, if your PPOS is lying flat on the ground, you have a pretty good chance. But if, in the midst of your attacking, your PPOS lands on the curved side, then your opponent has a good chance to flip it and take your PPOS forever.

Close-up of a PPOS
Close-up of a PPOS
Whoever thought of this game must be rolling in money now. These crazes take hold of kids, and I was no different in my youth. Matter of fact, I still suffer from it now with my handphones and iPods. But at least my PPOS does something like play music. Back in my youthful days we went through marbles and yo-yos, ninja turtle cards and elastics. We pursued these things like they were the Holy Grail, the very answer and key to our existence. If someone took them from us, we felt like we had been robbed of our life savings, but even after losing we just scraped together what we had and traded, swapped, saved and bought again until we had a superior collection. We were wary of those who were experts at the game and despised those who didn’t play by the rules. One day, in a game of cross-country marbling a crow flew down and ate mine. I have never liked those damn birds since.

Marbles was possibly the most interesting because they were like gemstones. I’m not sure how the value system of marbles came about, but all we knew was that some were more valuable than others and we had to do all that we could to get them. During elementary school, the school oval would be like a Turkish bazaar of marble swapping and playing. People set up tracks where you could step up and try your hand at hitting the kid’s marbles. You had to be careful of course, just in case the track was “rigged” in favor of the vendor. It was our first foray into carnival capitalism and when we established a nice collection of our own, we did our best to acquire a track and set up shop. Once this happens, you cultivate your track and do your best to get one which is fair, but not too fair.

But suddenly, as soon as it started, it was forgotten again. The collection which I had amounted through many games around the schoolyard and at home went into a cupboard and I haven’t thought about it until now, when I see these kids smashing their PPOS around. Of course in a little while there will be another craze over another POS, plastic or otherwise. I can bet you it will seem equally pointless and will take hold of kids like Michael Jackson. But somewhere deep down, I know that there are complicated thought processes churning around behind those kids’ innocent eyes. Strategies and market analyses are being formed in order to acquire more and more and more of the shit that they so desperately need. Maybe I should teach them about mergers and acquisitions, keeping tidy records and managing losses. I should point out to them a weaker player, such that they might focus energy on exacting the maximum payment of plastic, then using said plastic for the conquering of other players. Maybe they can use their plastic as a tool of manipulation, giving generous donations to buy partnerships. The possibilities are endless if they know how. Maybe I’ll play too and become the supreme champion of Dak Ji and own all the PPOS for miles around.

Or maybe I’ll just listen to my iPod and let them be kids.

Contemplation of flinging strategy
Contemplation of flinging strategy

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Follow Your Dreams


2006
02.13

As kids, we are all told about the amazing possibilities that life offers. We are told that anything is possible, if you just put your mind to it. Well if that’s true, then I want to know why I can’t spend Monday singing in a Noraebang with a bottle of cheap wine with my buddies. Just for a change, you know? If this is what I truly want, then there must be a way to achieve it.

I know, you’re saying that I could just quit my job and pursue this course of action. That is just plain silly. How then will I pay for said cheap wine and singing room. No, I’m talking about working and playing at the same time. In this age of technology, why are we still grappling with such elementary problems.

I put my mind to this exact problem as I stumbled through yet another Monday, surrounded as it were by little 6 year old kids. Trying to control one is bad enough, but I have eight of them. Then it hit me. Life is about making the most of what you have, not running away from what is in front of you. I realized that what I was doing right now was useful and could be very productive if used in the right way.

It would start on the previous Friday. In our art class we would work with paper mache, creating physical replica of me, their teacher. Following the sculpting, we would mix colors to achieve the correct skin and hair tone, then we would pain all the features on. This will have the dual effect of filling a complete Friday and, more importantly, creating a full-scale model of me.

Over the weekend, I would record my voice in a sequence of messages, set to randomly play at intervals. When inserted into the mache model of me, it will give the onlooker the impression that I am hard at work.

Next, and the most crucial element of this plan, I would bribe the kids with candy and chocolate in return for them not telling anyone. I will convince them that if I get caught, I won’t have the money to buy them goodies. This will ensure their absolute obedience.

And then I will be at liberty to choose a singing room of my choice where I can drink my wine and sing all day. An optional step of this plan would involve the kids working harder to make me some paper mache friends to join me in my day of relaxation.

So really, it’s up to you to pursue your dreams. I can tell you, nobody is going to hand it to you. But when you have a bunch of six year olds who will do anything you say in exchange for a few candies, well what can’t you achieve?

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Blue Friday


2005
10.14

Today I said my goodbyes at the school and returned to joblessness. It left me feeling a little sad. So, to take my mind off the situation I went for a ride on my bike and took some nice pictures around Namsan and Itaewon, various locations.

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Immigration Blues (again)


2005
10.07

Just as I thought I was on a good thing, I get the news on Friday that my work visa has been denied and I can’t continue my job at the middle school. This is due to the problems I had a few months back where I was thrown in jail for working a summer camp. It seems now that I won’t be able to work (legally) in Korea for another year. I want to feel better about this than I do, but I can’t help being dismayed. And I really want to swear and go on a bloody rampage, taking aim at immigration official after immigration official. But instead I’m going to swallow the bitter taste that I have left in my mouth and consider my options.

It’s becoming an old story here, so much so that it really isn’t the great place it used to be for teachers. Company screws teacher, teacher gets the blame and is thrown out of the country. Teacher gets accused of bleeding Korea dry of money, female teacher gets accused of being a prostitute, etc, etc. It’s completely futile even trying to talk to these retards. Everyone is a criminal to them.

We come here to teach, end up saving little and helping their country further their English skills so that they might one day travel and work abroad. Some of us are even good teachers. And when I sat down a month or two ago in front of some stupid investigator he said to me, “you come to Korea to make money yeah?” No, I came to hang out with a bunch of kids for the fun of it. “I’m a Computer Science graduate of which a graduate salary is typically 30-40,000. Why would I leave my family and friends to come to your little country and make 24,000 with no further career prospects?” I just wanted to punch him in the head, and then all the other guys there one by one. But thankfully I’m cool headed enough to know this would probably not work out for the best.

So despite making a visit on Friday to the immigration office, dressed in my best suit and looking suitably humble, I was rejected and told I couldn’t work legally until August 2006. The particular drone behind the counter kept speaking to my manager and rarely looked at or addressed me, despite the fact that he could speak English. He clutched a book at his side, which I guessed was his rule book. It settled in my mind one thing: every time I try to do things by the rules here, I get screwed. Last time, at my summer camp, I applied for a visa, got it and then due to the company changing the location of my workplace, left me open to get busted for a violation of visa I didn’t even know I could get busted for. Then, despite my loyalty to not discuss previous employment, the employer opened up the records of the last camp I had worked for them. Double screwed. If I hadn’t obtained a visa, I could’ve run and avoided being reeled in by the department. Avoided going to jail. Avoided a whole lot of headache.

So what will I do? I’ll join the multitute of other foreigners here who routinely make a stack more money working privates. These privates, incidentally are virtually untraceable to officials at immigration. So there.

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