I’ve been keeping myself entertained recently by playing various games. At school I play games such as hide-the-pingpong-rackets-and-balls-that-weren’t-put-away-properly, Fabula (I’ll explain below), and a homemade vocabulary game. At home I play wash-the-dishes, Total War: Shogun 2, and Minecraft. I also alpha test Antilia on Sunday, if I have time, and my former roommates are hoping to get an intercontinental Dungeons and Dragons campaign going.
Sometimes I play the computer games on my list because I need to do something that doesn’t require the sort of thinking I’ve had to do at work or because I have time for a little relaxation. And other times I play them because it’s the weekend and my students’ stories make me want to curl up in a corner and cry, which is not the mood I want to be in for the whole weekend; it’s a way to cleanse my mind of the plot, formating, and grammatical horrors I encountered or build up my fun reserves before I march, pen in paw, against the paper giants.
But rather than just tell you that I play these games and leave it at that, I’ll tell you about them and why I enjoy them.
I’ve almost been in Korea for a week now and I’m still not one hundred percent sure of what exactly I’m going to be teaching. I’m getting closer to knowing, but it’s hard to say without having the textbooks in my paws. I do know that four of the classes will involve TESOL and the fifth will most likely be a senior seminar geared towards preparing them for American universities. At least I now have a room. There was only so much I could do during the prep. parts of orientation without a room to prepare or textbooks to lesson plan from. Lord willing, the textbooks will be there tomorrow. With school starting on the 29th, I sort of need the textbooks to plan. So that is my current main quest.
As for my sidequest… While in Seoul on Saturday I encountered many groups of police officers in riot gear and surreptitiously snapped the following photo. One of my fellow teachers tried to get some officers to explain what was going on, but they didn’t really speak English and eventually one of them made an “x” with his arms and said, “Secret.” We happened to be in view of a platoon of officers and all of them turned their heads and looked right at us. Then one of them came over and asked us if we needed any help. We explained that, no, we didn’t need help, but we were curious as to what was going on. The officer tried to explain, but repeatedly said, “It’s hard to explain” and mentioned something about it being cultural. My fellow teacher guesses it is probably some sort of training or drill. Continue reading →