5 Difficulties of Living in Korea

This list is not a Complaints Department for me in Korea.  Instead, it's an into to cultural differences as I live them.  I want to stress that overall I really love Korea.  Korean people are overwhelmingly kind and warm hearted people, not at all hard to live with.  And even though I loathe Buzzfeed style linkbait, I think lists can help conceptualize things.  I still prefer long-form, in depth, difficult-to-swallow discussions.  

What I don't want this to be is a Shit List of Stuff That Sucks.  It's for anyone potentially interested in Korea.  And for me to explain away my discord.  Being abroad is a strange, surreal and often difficult thing.  Most of the items on the list apply in general, some of them are specific to Korea for a USian. 

By being abroad you totally undermine your footing in hopes of rediscovering it.  For me, footing is home: my family and friends, chatting with strangers (which doesn't much happen here), having thoughtful conversations, cracking stupid jokes, speaking my own language.  I'm far away from that now, so I try not to dwell on the negative.  Shedding a different light or candle or beam always helps, so none of this stuff is insurmountable.  Here goes


1. It is not pleasant to be isolated, different, foreign.

But I suspect my non-white friends here can attest to different experiences, as they have dealt with being different, being the other already in white-dominated societies.  I have seen white bloggers say they are the other in Korea, which is not really accurate.  I suppose Asian people far outnumber western/white people, but to say that you are other implies more than just looking different.  The reason westerners are not the other here is because their worldview is not, will not ever be marginalized.  White folks here also don't have to fight for their humanity, or against systematic oppression- which are the key features of being other in a racist society like America. 

So to all westerners, of races and nationalities: In Korea you may feel out of place, but you will not face discrimination. 

Are Koreans racist?  Many white people here will assure you, yes they are.  But the answer is no, Korea is not a racist country.  Koreans will not dehumanize you for not being Korean.  Of course, this is a complex issue here.  Korean mass culture is a victim of colorism (anti-blackness) and Corporate-Thin White Standards of Beauty, problems on their own that do come into the general perspective.  And while some Korean people hold prejudice from never having met a non-Korean person their whole lives, the fact is there is not a violent, legitimized discrimination in place against white people, or black people.  The stereotypical imagery of the media creates some misconceptions but it doesn't drive people to actually act differently toward you.  Koreans might stare at you, that's about it.

You do have to confront the image of white people being loud, violent, and lazy.  I have to say, this stereotype is not dangerous or damaging to us, and is in place because of the abuses of Korea/Koreans by the US military.  It's a stereotype based on survival.

And it exists because we are that way, all the time.  I hate to say it but I hate the reality more.  Overall the teachers in my program are good, but too many of them come here to party and don't show any respect for the country whatsoever, like it's a playground with cheap alcohol.  I like drinking too but the level of beligerance can reach into the stratosphere here when you have any more than like two white guys drinking alcohol.  The worst case of this was during orientation, after our long day of lectures Claire and I went to the closest bar.  The crowd of teachers became so loud I actually had to plug my ears and leave the place ashamed.  They were screaming and chanting like a bunch of band camp kids.  That this is the image of English teachers in Korea causes me grave concern, but there isn't much I can do except show respect and engage with Koreans in my own quieter way.  It's a total bummer, but if our reputation sucks, we deserve it.

Some discrimination does exist here, from what I have read if you are South East Asian in Korea, you may have a little more of a negative stereotype to confront.  South Asians look different enough to be foreign from Koreans.  A lot of Korean men "import" brides from South Asia, which I don't even understand but it creates some tension (not to mention that it's basically sex trafficking).  Foreign workers face some of the same "illegal immigrant" xenophobia that we have from wingnuts in the US against Central Americans.  I have no idea how it plays out, but foreign workers here tend to be South Asian, Chinese and Turkish.  So be aware, but like I said Koreans are overwhelmingly kind people.  Japan also has a negative reputation for it's occupation and colonization of Korea.  I don't quite see that extending to Japanese people, but maybe it is there.

In general, Koreans are loving people who welcome you in peace and harmony and they have no where near the system of oppression of people of color that exists in the west.  If you are white/western/person of color you may feel ostracized.  But it is cultural curiosity, not systematic racism.  Gawks, stares, and surprise are by far the most common reactions to foreigners in Korea.  That's about it.

If you don't know any of the Korean language, this alienation will be made much worse.  If you live in Korea, learn to speak even a little Korean.  It's hard, it's really really hard, but it goes a long way in showing that you appreciate and try to offer your time and efforts.  I will make a post soon about the trails and errors of learning a language.  So, I'm trying to adapt and I have come a long way.  I'm not conversational in Korean but I can use very basic words to prevent myself from dying.  Good start. 

That was a rant.  Sorry not sorry.

The point is: feeling different is tough, sometimes you want to run away. 

P.S.  guess what, people of color deal with this feeling PLUS legitimized oppression in the West on a daily basis.  So for me, being different here is no big deal.  But if you are interested in hearing those complaints visit waygook.org for some whiny whiteys and ethnocentric people ranting about Korea.  외국인 waygookin means foreigner. 


It's not all rosy.  Actually, yes, it is.  It is all rosy. At least in 강릉




2. Contradiction is a part of life.  It's pointless to point fingers but hard not to sometimes.

Korea is very green, mountainous and serene.  But pollution and waste is a major, depressing, almost insurmountable problem.  The two realities both exist, as do many other contradictory facts of life in Korea.

I've noticed the exact same thing happening in our idea of America- it has the best and the worst.  It's possible to hear two completely different, equally as emphatic stories about a country.  You have to account for differences of opinion, which happens everywhere.  

Impurity, hypocrisy, inconclusive trends.  Get used to it.  

No one can be expected to be totally consistent, those people are usually fundamentalists of some form.  You can only be genuine.  

You also can't have a meaningful understanding about a place/thing unless you really have a motivated effort to learn.  And that involves, if you ask me, not blogs (yeah) or traveler's stories, or anecdotes, or banal conversation, but a focused reading of legitimate literature, in print and online.  Otherwise, geographic discussion tends toward gossip and stereotype.  

That said, mutually exclusive realities exist.  Totally hypocritical accounts exist because life is not always easily explained.  Korea is really contradictory at times. 

The Chill Korea

It's common in offices to wear slippers when you get to work, only putting on your best shoes for the stroll to work and back home.   People flip flop around all day, wearing dope suits.  It's cool.  Tom Haverford would not approve.

Offices here also go out to drink and eat in merriment on weekdays.   Weekday binge drinkging/eating is more the norm than the weekend type we do back home.   Drinking culture is extremely pervasive and acting a drunken fool is absolutely fine.   It's part of life.  (I've noticed while drinking or during meals is really the only time Koreans let loose)  

In general people are pretty chill, friendly, calm, willing to listen, smile, leave you in peace.   Traditional food takes a while to make, ferment, stew.  Harmony and balance are big parts of the national identity.  See the Korean yin-yang flag.  I can go hike up in the woods anyday I want.  And I do, most days of the week. 

Buddhism and Neo-Confucianism stress peace and rational thinking.  I love that.
 

The Cut-Throat Korea 

There is also another side of Korea that reminds me of home, in a bad way.   It comes down to the fact that they're both industrialized.  There is a certain impatience.   Cars go pretty fast all the time and fly down alleys by schools with children and pedestrians.   Congestion is also a part of life too, so crazy traffic is a given.   Don't get me started on the buses.  The Sewol tragedy perhaps highlights this, but it is erroneous to claim anything other than Free Market Capitalism caused the accident.   The hurry hurry lifestyle is entirely the making of capitalism.   Another day another buck.

Lines, like waiting to by a bus ticket for example, are sometimes free for all.   Line queues do not function with the concept of cutting like in the West.  Just kinda go to the front.

I don't want to paint a broad brush about daily life here, but I think most Koreans will agree that the pace of life is very fast.

So if you want to go somewhere, do the research.  Claire and I did some exhaustive/exhausting research about Korea and the culture before arriving here, which helped a lot.  Still, there are constant, mostly insignificant, flare ups that make me confused.  Like, why is Korea this way?  Asking questions like this is inevitable abroad, but it goes sometimes beyond inner dialogue into frustration, aggravation.  So you have to be empathetic.  

People love their country and their culture wherever you are.  They go to work, speak their language, and their home is mostly all they know.  Life goes.  Nowhere one earth is free of social-political-economic problems. 

Don't ask for consistency. Compare, contrast, but don't make demands.  Accept.  I need to remember this.

 

 



Jiktang Falls- "The Niagra Falls of Korea."  Chill Korea



 

 

3. Korea is not westernized.  Korea is a "high context" culture.

For counter-reference: the West, the USA have a low-context culture. Meaning: we prefer direct yes/no question and answer.  We like to be told exactly what to do, what is expected.  We praise individual effort and achievement instead of group or team goals.  Context is never totally agreed upon because differences in perspective come into play.  We have to talk about the "context" because we have fluid, individualistic ideas and the context is really low, sometimes gone entirely, unless explicitly stated.

Inversely, Korean culture is high context: the context is always very developed in a pre-determined way, deeply embedded, very unspoken, totally understood without direct meta-conversational speech (no what are we talking about? questions).  Group expectations are already givens, from boss-worker hierachy or age heirarchy.  Direct yes no questions are avoided, from a context of respecting and saving face.  It makes sense but it sounds authoritarian or weird when you write about it.  I actually really like the levels of formality.  I love bowing to coworkers and elder Koreans, it's fun.  You can even bow from a passing car or bow to people driving past you. 

But as for the lack of direct conversation, and lack of demands made on you as an individual--It's really really hard to get used to this in a workplace.   What I am expected to is a constant challenge.  Being ready and proactive is helpful.  My co-teachers are all very thoughtful and lovely people who are aware of cultural miscues from the beginning.  It's actually really fun to discuss cultural differences.  Living through them, ehhh, not so much.

Also, few Koreans speak English, even in major cities like Seoul.  I'm guessing it's from the lack of tourists (relative to Thailand or Japan for example) and the incredibly reading/writing-oriented form of English taught here, which is slowly changing.  Anyway.

Takeaway: Learn (basic) Korean (or the main language of the place you are visiting)

4. Food inconveniences

Number four is alternately titled: Do Not Come To Korea If You Are Vegetarian/Vegan.  Or seriously reconsider it. 

I mean, unless you really wanna go through the trouble.  Trouble, in this case means- having to explain every time you eat with other people why you're not eating meat; cooking your own food and bringing it to School/work (non-meat protein is limited to tofu, nuts, milk, and a tiny selection of legumes); and painstakingly researching Korean food vocabulary and the small portion of Korean traditional food without meat or meat broth.

You're in a foreign country- no surprise that foreign food and ingredients are hard to find and expensive.  It really wears you out some days, other times it's manageable.  You, meaning a potential person abroad.



This is the food I cook at home- fresh pea hummus, rice dumplings (not homemade) and sauteed garlic scapes. It was supreme.

Western food here is basically waffles, pizza, and hamburgers.  The main qualm I have is the massive, inescapable quantities of meat.  So much meat, all the time.  I was pretty dedicated to being vegetarian before I came and it's just not feasible here, unless I cook my own meals everyday.  So, I eat no meat in my home cooking, and at school where I have lunch five times a week, I try to skimp if not skip the meat altogether, but it can't always be done because it's usually like a stir-fry mix of meat and vegetable.  

Korea does have vegetarian dishes, some of which are almost meatless. Also, not eating meat is a vital part of Buddhism, but the western vegan/vegetarian lifestyle is not easily accessible, not easy to partake in.  

Lastly, I REALLY MISS GOOD BEER and Mexican food.  Korean beer is all very okay, foreign food amounts to Chinese-Korean food and an occaisional sushi place.  And pizza, which is everywhere, and not bad just very cheesy.  But somehow cheese is really expensive.  I forget what hops tastes like.

Did you see my food post?

 

 

 

5. Traveling around the country can be difficult

This depends on where you live in Korea, your budget, and your preferred method of transportation.  Bikes are cheap, so are cars and some buses.  Traveling time adds up quick.  Transfers can be stressful.  Public transit is pretty cheap and timely but you have to make your way to main hubs.  I live at the furthest extreme from any hub.  I'm closer to North Korea than any South Korean city worth mentioning.  I like the rural vibe.  I can go hiking up a beautiful mountain right in my back yard anytime I want.  It's awesome. 

Getting to the far South of Korea, which has the next major city Busan, and nice islands and parks is almost a journey itself.  We'll get there someday.  I suspect your willingness to travel bumpy bus rides and long train trips is key.  The bus rides remind me of the Hocking Hills in Ohio- beautiful but vomit inducing, long, and windy.  Claire and I both agreed we'd rather save some money and spare ourselves the discomfort of a 5 hour journey to get to the beach, or wherever.  So far, we have only been around our province and Seoul- a small portion of all there is to see.  But that saved money and time goes to finding cool stuff nearby and future big travel plans.


[I posted this a week ago and want to add an EDIT: My health has been completely wrecked since coming here, consistently.  I have had a nonstop sinus infection and ear/headaches for the entire time I've been here.  I don't know for sure the cause, but I have a good hunch that it's air pollution.  The air pollution is terrible some days.  I am afraid of having long term health issues.  I don't know for sure if the pollution is the cause, but my lifestyle choices if anything have been a lot more healthy since I came.  Pollution issues vary depending on where you are in Asia, and your own allergies but this is something to consider before you come here.  I wish I had.  I feel better since I started taking lots of homeopathic herbs instead of the immunity-threatening anti-boitics the doctors gave me.]

 

Daengwang-ri.  Amazing town on the train line.

KOREAN FOOD

Korean food is one of my favorite things, if not my favorite thing about living here.  There is a joyful culture surrounding food and dining.  Korean cuisine is communal, most meals are shared and nobody minds eating from the same dish.  Unfortunately, cooking is a dying art form here, much like in the US, because of the fast paced lifestyle demanded of workers.  Also you don't have to tip- anywhere, which was really hard to adjust to when everything is so delicious.  Tipping is only done for very large parties or catered events and can actually offend the restaurant owner because it implies that you pity them or have more money than them.  I don't have any pictures of Korean snacks and junk food, but they are worth mentioning too.  

This was our first meal in Korea, in Seoul.  Funny story.  We walked into the first restaurant that looked good and pointed at something we wanted from the menu.  Claire had dumpling soup, which I knew the Korean for, and I decided to try something I had never heard of, Soondae.  Soondae is a traditional Korean sausage of pork, rice noodles and onions, wrapped in intestine, "natural casing."  Sometimes the soup has lung, liver or tripe but this one didn't.  It was a delicious and full fledged first meal in the country.  
Every time I tell the story to a Korean they laugh.

This restaurant serves Tonkasu, Japanese-Western style cutlets.  Here you see two cutlets with curry on the right and basically hot and sour sauce on the other, rice, 3 kinds of pickles and kimchi, cabbage, macaroni salad, and miso soup.  It costs about 7 dollars.

The market at Sokcho, big and fishy.

This is Claire after a wind whipped day hike to a temple.  We're at a Chinese restaurant.  We got tofu, here called Dubu.  I think it was Ma-Po Tofu, which you can get in the US.  Koreans love Chinese food like Americans, and they adjust it to their tastes exactly like us.  Korean-Chinese food always has raw onion and bright yellow radish kimchi with black bean paste, like thick fermented soy sauce for dipping.  I think the yellow of the kimchi is artificial, which is unhealthy but whatever.

Coffee and Latte from a hand-drip place in Seoul.

Falafel sandwiches from a place in Hongdae.  We sometimes go out of our way to eat Western food, just because it's a nice change of Korean food.

Draft Asahi and Japanese food in Gangneung.  Korean beer is pretty bad and comes from one mega-company.  I miss American microbrews a lot.  There are some in Seoul but we don't' go to Seoul very often.

This is a meal on the ocean city Yang-yang.  Their specialty is a kind of squid sausage, also called Soondae.  It's squid stuffed with seafood and rice, onion, and fried with egg.  The kimchi and side dishes are more ocean variety too.  3 different seaweeds.  Amazing.  Claire had Jjigae, a really spicy kimchi stew.

In Uijeongbu we got basically a spicy pasta salad, I don' remember the name.  The other thing is a giant savory pancake.  Both were amazing.

This is ddoeokbokki, a snack food.  Rice dumpling in sweet spicy sauce, plus a salad.  Great.

Sweet cookies and cakes of every form are huge here.  This was a balsamic macaroon, sort of odd but great.  Claire said the baker here seemed happy that I could read the Korean menu but I didn't notice.  I love practicing Korean.

Big dumpling from a street vendor.

Markets from all over:

Another Chinese Korean dish, a mound of fried rice with egg cooked separate, Korean style.  Also came with Ja-Jang, black bean sauce which is really popular.  It also came with seafood soup- huge meal that only looked like fried rice on the menu and cost about 4 dollars.

And lastly, these are some of the meals I cook at home.  I don't have an oven here, which stinks, but I've adapted.  I got some tahini and legumes delivered, can't find those here.  So I make vegetarian stuff, hummus, curry, tofu, salad.

I will aim to get more photos of food, these weren't even the most memorable meals, just the ones I remembered to take pictures of.  There is a lot I want to explore more of but haven't gotten to yet: agribusiness monopolies, sustainability, festivals, regional cuisine, etc etc.  More to come.  Cheers.

Teaching A Language

Hi again reader.  I'm assuming you got here accidentally or incidentally.  I sent links from tumblr and twitter- warm welcome to those of you who found me thataways.  I have yet to share my blog with my family or friends because DMZJazz is not turning out to be what I promised to those beloved people.  Mostly it's polemical and stream of conscious travelogue instead of photos and recaps.  I'll get there soon. 

But until I get hatemail I will direct my thoughtbeam at the general audience.  I hope I'm being frank and encouraging and honest. 

The origins of the adjective "frank" meaning direct; unreserved, come from the Franks, the primordial French people.  My mayonnaise ancestry is part French, so I will keep the candid component and hopefully reject the snooty part.  Anyway, my blog still feels like a flickering bulb in the sea of cosmic net darkness, which is quite literally what I am, but the last thing I want to do is write condescendingly.  It's not insight if it's not shared, it's not wisdom if it's condescending.

In the last two to three years I have written a few hundred pages of probably pointless, incredibly cathartic, multi-narrative poems, stories, expositions, lyrics, and a novel that I'm still bangin out.  I'm not worried about being succinct or sounding like an expert.  Communication is my objective. 

Talking is love, free thought, freed thought.  Geography, etymology, language, rapping, conversation, paradox, literature: my passions.

I'm also a fan of radical thinking, both in the popular conception meaning dangerous or unorthodox, and in the critical, return-restore-to-origin sense that Angela Davis uses- the historical root- the radish.  Delish. 

Teaching English as a Foreign Language is pretty hard.  Not impossible, just tough.  The act of teaching itself- instructing, is not hard, in fact I love it.  But what I 'm discovering is this love of mine is an ideal, theoretical hope that I am able to communicate important things in an accessible way.  Obviously this tends to differ from the reality, the sweaty process of teaching.

When I say teaching ESL is hard what I mean is the entire experience is a hard, fleeting, semi-successful, impenetrable idea for everyone involved.  While teaching ESL is hard, without question, the students of English face a much more daunting task. 

Learning English as a foreign language is far more difficult than just teaching it.  No question. 

Learning English is especially tough when you're learning from a teacher like me.  Kidding... sort of.  I must avoid self-deprecating humor in public in Korea because it's a very odd, foreign, very not-funny thing here to ridicule or undermine your own authority.  I know that from experience now. 

What I'm getting at is my lack of credentials in my own foreign language background.  I took 6 courses of Swahili in college, 3 years of High School French, and am not even close to beginner level in either.  Yeah, I get a few phrases.

Conversely, I have attempted to learn Spanish from poetry (Nicanor Parra, Gabriela Mistral, César Vallejo) and from Mexican movies on my own time and I am probably most able to communicate in that language.  It helped working with ESL Latin@ children for several months back home.  If you're reading, kids and ESLAsC people, I miss you all.

My qualifications are actually rooted in standard form.  Old Jazz standards like pedagogy, TEFL certification, conference attendance, etc- the system.  That's scary to think about.  But I felt before teaching and still hope that I have some ability to transcend the rigid form of the classroom and really motivate... or something.  That's delusional.  The classroom and the baggage of a school system is a barrier to learning. 

You also can't have an English "conversation" class with 20-40 people.  Theoretically, this is impossible, conversations have six or seven people, maximum.  But there is some room to work, and a lot of leeway in terms of my lesson plans.  So I am at the beginning of getting to know the students more so as to better engage.  It's tough, like I said, but I love it.



Probably my first day here at school I abandoned the hope that I would deeply root English in their minds.  My job is not to make them learn, my job is to help learning, to inspire, which is precisely what my language teachers did to me.  My French teacher and my KiSwahili instructors are absolutely incredible, inspiring, wonderful, heroic (no joke) humans.  Hero.  That's my reasonable goal.

I am uncertain that I am inspiring any learning whatsoever.  My only basic goal is to create a comfortable environment where English is accessible.  If anyone has any pointers on how to get the environment in a groove, like giving it your own sass n pizazz, I'm all ears.  A giant ear.

I have dreams- day dreams and sueños that I am speaking fluently and confidently in Korean or Spanish or Swahili.  I wonder if my students dream like me.  I know some of them do.  I try to sympathize with their struggle to learn English by saying "I am just like you in Korea."  "I only speak a very very little, so we're all students."

What a load of crap.  Me learning Korean and them learning English are two completely different things.  It's a bogus analogy, unfortunately.  Here's why:

Firstly, when I said that in my first few classes it just didn't fly.  On the surface it sounds like it would work- create bonds and whatnot, but for the most part, my students didn't understand or weren't buying it if they did understand.  Most, maybe 80-90% of them are beginners in speaking, despite their great vocabulary and fantastic reading/writing ability.  Strange, I know, but the testing and achievement metric in Korea is written.  Speaking comes afterward.  And for my part, I speak WAY TOO FAST.  They just don't hear me, they feel me, but they can't yet hear me out.  You can't just teach them English; they have to learn English by using it.

Secondly, as a Westerner in Korea, the onus to communicate actually falls on Koreans to speak English, not the other way around.  Foreigners feel a very small pressure to speak Korean compared to the Koreans.  This is because of language imperialism.  The increasing importance of English, the lingua franca of capitalism and globalization.  You might say English is the site of globalization.  So this English imperialism does awful things, useful things too (that's where I come in, more on that later), but mostly it makes people feel inadequate, out of touch.  Every Korean feels pressure to learn English.  Marinate on that, and maybe even extend it a little further, a whole lot further.  The world's less economically advantaged people all feel more pressure to learn some global trade language.

Also, lastly, consider the fact that hundreds of thousands of white guys like me have come to this country before and only a pathetically, abysmally tiny percent of them could say a single word in Korean.  Therefore, Koreans expect and are forced to expect that white folks, foreign folks, mostly white though, don't know Korean because they don't have to.  The burden of communication goes to the Korean, who, if the person is older than about 30, faced compulsory English education in school. 

There is no comparison in terms of when, where, why, and how the languages are spoken.  I am studying Korean but I am not very similar to a Koren student of English.



I feel an intense spectrum of experience and emotion as a teacher.  I had to revise this post many times because it varies greatly from venting to jot-this-down-it-made-you-smile.  Stay away from venting.  Stay away from anger because anger is self-duplicating, transmittable, sustainable.  Listen to Rage Against the Machine if you have to.  One golden moment I shared with a very kind teacher at my school was when we were driving back to town and she played some Rage, we bonded over our teen angst.

I am bonding with my other teachers as well, by blog and in person.  Ask any teacher of any subject at any level, teaching is not easy, but it means something.  My blog is an exploration on the idea of privilege, access, rights, freedom, knowledge, power.  I believe deeply that Education should be universal, free and benefit everyone.  That's a pipe dream but it does exist in some places in the world, specifically Indigenous communities where education is a loving process passed down over generations.  Survivance, a term used in Native writing, namely the work of Gerald Vizenor, a truly marvelous writer.

Education is a benefit and not a cost in places with traditional lifeways.  It's twisted that we in the West concieve of education as a cost.  No it's not.  Education is a benefit to everyone.  The future, we should not even call it "education" or school, we should call it our future.



I am encountering friction and personal-political-ethical dissonance about teaching ESL.  The crushing social impact of globalization is not a beautiful process.  Languages are dying, entire thought systems die with them.  There is a lethargic attempt to redress the needs of the periphery, to that end Teaching ESL is a bandage.  I have constant consternation about my own role in perpetuating the dominance of English abroad, and therefore enabling imperialism. 

That's the political implication.  However, and this is not what I tell myself to sleep better, it's the reality: English is the key to  the information of the world.  This has economic implications, clearly, but the impact of English reaches beyond that.  Of all the science and technical publications, the stuff that shapes policy, frames understanding, and gate-keeps everything, 80% is in English (other studies have it around 90).   I want to unlock these tools and empower my students.  We can start to communicate more in spite of a shrinking mode of contact.  The more people who speak English as a second language, the more English will  be informed by different ways of thinking.  Yes, this implies retaining a mother tongue, that is the challenge facing the world. 

As for my class, I hope to achieve a comfortable, happy, safe place.  I mean that.  You remember feelings better than ideas, so I start there.  Students can move from comfort to intrigue, from curiosity to understanding, from understanding to confidence. 

The current state of the world requires much to counteract; many areas of concern need immediate addressing (the environment, poverty, war, food security).  I'm not teaching them to save the world, but I am teaching a foreign language, so the idea of global citizenship is already embedded in my presence.  I don't tread lightly here.  Everything I do has an impact, which is the case for everyone anywhere, but I need to use this to my advantage and to the student's advantage by creating lessons on topics that actually matter.  So far I have covered global geography, feminist impact of words like policeman, climate change, the rise of elephant poaching for ivory trade, and stating opinions.

I am skeptical but hopeful, that's the pessimist in me.  But we've only just begun.