If you need Korean subtitles for a movie/show, enter its name in google and add “자막” to it. The file will be .smi which plays in Gom Player (already installed on all Korean school computers I’ve ever used.)
Guess what I’m doing? Showing Hocus Pocus to my lunch class like I wanted. Yesyesyesyes
edit: In other news, it’s so cold in my office that my nails have turned purple.
I was staring into the distance just now, and a student happened to be in my line of sight. After about five seconds, she started shaking and trying to say hello to me. It’s like heat vision.
Don’t forget to write the English you have presentations in ten minutes I told you to start on the writing ten minutes ago
1930’s Teen Delinquents
i.e. life role models
I’m just gonna reblog this again because it’s one of my favorite pictures ever.
That girl in the chair seems like such a badass I bet she was the leader of the crew.
I want to write about these girls.
When I was a teenager my mother found my grandmother’s (her mother) school scrapbook. It included things like photos, notes, and a two page spread of every demerit she ever received over the course of her formal education. Each of them set aside with little tags like she was so fucking proud of them. They were all for things like, “Unladylike behavior” or, “Skirt too short” or, “refuses to listen to authority”. I loved that spread so much.
I always have to reblog this.
The best thing that ever happens to me in Korea is when I’m feeling sort of down and like I don’t fit in, and then I take a leap and try something new (like get some streetfood) and the clerk says something like “You look Korean” with pure delight and curiosity.
I hope what I wrote up there makes sense. I’m pretty tired. I don’t know why, but I know a lot of Korean-Americans here feel this way, but I feel a pressure to look and act Korean here, and whenever that bubble pops and somebody says (to me or around me) “She looks Korean but…” in a judgmental way, it’s like being poked in the throat. But when I hear the same thing in a curious way, it just makes my day most of the time. Today was like that. I was feeling stupid and down because I missed some pretty easy Korean a bunch of times today (making things awkward) and I was trying to make my way home. Got off the train, decided to try some red bean fish from this sleepy-looking stand in the middle of nowhere, and as soon as I approached the ajusshi was just so friendly and happy to meet me. Also the fish were incredible.
I guess it’s something biracial people encounter a lot, to worry that we don’t belong anywhere enough, and those moments where I’m really made to feel like I not only belong, but am welcome, are powerful moments for me. I understand wholly that the pressure comes from within as much as from without, and that we get what we project into the world. Well, I am projecting joy at the moment.
Thanks for the fish, fish guy. I like how you don’t grind the red beans so much. It was kind of like crunchy peanut butter.
Today was the school field trip, and I went on it, as was covered in a previous post. My main-coteacher was on the 1st grader’s field trip, but we both left on trains from Sangbong Station. She tells me, “Let’s go back together” so we’re to meet at Costco. I get there first. She tells me she’ll be there in thirty minutes. I say “OK cool, I’ll go eye-shopping for a little while, haha!”
No, but that is not what happened. I shopped with my hands. Then, when she arrived, after I was done buying things, she wanted to buy things, so I bought more things, because there’s always stuff you miss in there. What’d I buy?
1. Brita water filter. Finally. I want to do my part to save the planet. It certainly won’t be saving me any money. Also I fancy myself a smalltime daredevil and I want to see what happens (the instructions say that if it’s water you’re supposed to boil, you should still boil it, but I’ve heard the reason you shouldn’t drink tap water here is because of the heavy metals —the amount of which varies depending on your apartment building— which Brita says it filters. Before filtering, the water in my apartment tastes really strange, but after filtering only the aftertaste is strange so far). I’ll let you know if I survive.
2. Pickles!! Also finally.
1. Fleece blanket. I got one the other week and wanted another one, but on my first run-through I couldn’t find them. Second run-through, found three torn out of their packaging hiding behind some other blankets. The price was jacked up 5,000 won, but I bought one even though it was a little dirty because even at 20,000 won they’re a freaking steal (so warm!) As a bonus, my co-teacher bought one of the remaining two. As an additional bonus, some ajumma roughly pushed me out of the way when she noticed how excited we were. I figure she got the last one. She can have it. It was dank.
2. Too many crackers.
3. A slice of pizza and a hot dog. I can’t eat cheese, so my co-teacher ate it (with a fork). She said, “You must make a lot of friends this way.” I confirmed that she was right. She confirmed that it was weird that I eat bread with pizza sauce on it. She may be right, but think of all the joy it spreads when my cheese is shared with the world (her. most people I know).
This is in my hometown! An annual and extraordinary event which gets bigger every year — though the lines are murrrrderrrrr
Soooo, remember like a month ago when I queried if Post Almond Flakes were supposed to taste like tuna fish? BRB VOMITING
"Post Almond Flakes, Oreo Oz, Granola Papaya Coconut and Granola Cranberry Almond were taken off shelves."
If you have any of these cereals in your cupboard now, toss them! The company purposefully mixed 10+ percent contaminated cereal (colon bacillus) in with uncontaminated cereal rather than destroy the product!
Cereal! Why have you betrayed me this way? Oreo O’s, et tu, brute?
This week is midterms, so Friday the 1st and 2nd graders are going on a field trip. I guess the 1st graders are going one place and the 2nd graders another.
Anyway, that means nobody’s going to be here except the head teacher… and me. So main co-teacher was all: “Take a vacation day.” and I was like, “LOL NO” and she was like, later, “Take a vacation day” and I was all “but I said lol no” and this went on for a few days. I definitely am capable of sitting at my desk redditing for eight hours so I can have an extra day under a mountain of blankets in January.
So today, it being Tuesday, I come in and my co-teacher is all “So you’re going on the field trip.” Me: “*cagey, restive silence” Co-teacher: “To the zoo” Me: “YAAAAAAAAAASSSS” Co-teacher: “They have, you know, rides there too.” This is a victory for sturdy, rule-following waygooks everywhere.
Free zoo on Friday