I guess, that's it.
Well, my grant year is finished.
I prepped my classroom and my students for the next foreign teacher.
I've always had a close relationship with the students who clean my room. I wanted to show how thankful I was so I took them to a baseball game. For some of them it was their first time at the stadium.
I filled the time between school ending and now with my host family and preparing for Japan. I think my host parents think I'm lonely because last Saturday they asked if I wanted to go to the Youth Festival downtown. I said yes, because I had no other plans and hadn't left the house all day.
When we got there, my host parents bought me all kinds of food and kept asking if I wanted a beer from the trendy place with all the young people in line. (Which usually would be nbd, but my host parents don't drink so them asking if I wanted a beer was weird.)
After walking around for a while we got in the car to go home. My host parents kept asking if I wanted to go eat bingsu together. I was really full so I said no. A little while later my host dad was like "see, if we go get ice cream we can be in air conditioning" which was true... so we went to McDonald's and I got to try the banana dipped cone.
This might be my last post on this blog... A time capsule, if you will, of my time in Korea. If you want to read about my trip to Japan/other ramblings about my life, head over to my personal blog, follow me on instagram or twitter.
I said goodbye to my students.
I prepped my classroom and my students for the next foreign teacher.
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| Notes from my students to the next foreign teacher. |
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| Notes from my students to the next foreign teacher. |
And then I left.
I cried in front of my coteachers, the principal, the vice principal, and my students. I cried on the KTX to Seoul and with Annaliese that weekend. I'm sure I'll cry when I leave and I'll cry when I get home. For now, I have to say more goodbyes.
After the game, many students were riding a different bus than me. So we said goodbye at the bus stop. We were all sad.
I rode the bus with Su Hyeon (grey t-shirt). When I got of the bus, I waved to her as the doors closed and the bus pulled away. And then I cried.
When we got there, my host parents bought me all kinds of food and kept asking if I wanted a beer from the trendy place with all the young people in line. (Which usually would be nbd, but my host parents don't drink so them asking if I wanted a beer was weird.)
After walking around for a while we got in the car to go home. My host parents kept asking if I wanted to go eat bingsu together. I was really full so I said no. A little while later my host dad was like "see, if we go get ice cream we can be in air conditioning" which was true... so we went to McDonald's and I got to try the banana dipped cone.
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| very satisfying |
Yesterday I went to watch a new Korean movie "A Taxi Driver" ("택시 운전사"). The movie follows a German reporter and a Seoul taxi driver during the Gwangju Uprising/Democratization Movement. The movie was so, so sad, but it was real. It's the truth and history of this great city that I love. After the movie my host brother and I didn't talk much. I think we didn't know what to say to each other.
I'm in a strange space now. I don't really have words about leaving. It's painful because my time here has been filled with so much love and laughter. I'm going to Japan soon so I expect I'll do a lot of thinking there. I'm going to try and unplug while I'm there. Really focus on myself, my experiences, and what's going to happen next. (Not that I know what's going to happen next.)
This might be my last post on this blog... A time capsule, if you will, of my time in Korea. If you want to read about my trip to Japan/other ramblings about my life, head over to my personal blog, follow me on instagram or twitter.
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