Dragon Hill Spa is Paradise

Yesterday was my first day back to taekwondo after a five month break.  I’m so tired, but some of that credit should  go to my head cold. 
The taekwondo hurt is a good hurt.  The national holiday Chuseok is coming up at the end of this week.  Because I can’t / they’d really prefer if I didn’t go abroad [...]

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Good vs. Stupid: K-Pop Sucks, Objectively. No, Seriously. There is a supreme power that wishes you to play instruments and write compelling music and lyrics.

Twice a week the other foreign English teacher and I have to do a five or ten minute “news” broadcast.  I dare you to try and find an article that would hold the attention of Korean middle school kids.  For a while we did weird news.  You know, stupid criminals and animal stories and the [...]

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Seoulamente Briana Episode 30: What I’ve Decided

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Intoxicated Babble

A rare thing: I went out drinking with my friends.
We went to a part of Seoul called Hongdae.  I believe there are some art colleges in the area.  There are a lot of bars and clubs and more than a handful of foreigners.  Plenty of young and trendy Koreans.  
I need a guy to hold [...]

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Becoming a Woman

I’m going to make up a number and say that the world’s population is 56% girls.  But when do we become women?
This is a question I’ll spend the next couple of minutes bullshiting about until I finally come to my weak punch line.
But first, when did I become a woman?  Was it when I got [...]

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A wish

I wish I could play badminton everyday.

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Between Classes on Friday Afternoon

Something must change.  I can’t communicate with my lower level classes, and if I can it is rarely.  I’m sure this does more to alientate them from English and make foreigners weird. 
My classes with the Guppy Fish (aka Ms. Kim, aka She is sweet and smart and I shouldn’t use a nickname for her, aka But [...]

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Yeah, well, you’re a teenager! Ha!

On my walk to school a group of third year boys walked by me, and, when I had long passed by them, one of the boys chants “betch” loudly and firmly and with poor pronunciation, having made sure he was quite far away from me.
What a way to start off my Friday morning, kid.
And really, [...]

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11:21 Thursday September 24th

This morning Mrs. Kwan (here on after known as The Babysitter) asked me if I could participate in the teacher’s badminton tournament today.  Double take? 
When at work, I wear fancier clothes and shoes that are inappropriate for sports.  I shouldn’t and won’t play in them, unless I think I need to reinjure my left ankle and [...]

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The Hidden Relationship Between Suicide Rates and Pop Music: Not So Fucking Hidden Anymore

My students love their boys bands.  My objection to these bands is that they:
a-suck
b-of course they suck
c- objectify women
d- objectify men
e- only value clothes and shoes and stupid trendy shit in a stupid trendy melodramatic way
f – uh, the music seriously blows, dude.  do something different. turn off the auto-tune.
I am lonesome in these opinions.  My [...]

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