Articles By: Marisa_Monroe
I woke up today feeling in conflict with the day I had planned. The fridge in my elementary school is stocked with groceries I purchased for Winter English Camp, since cooking days are now a regular part of my (made up) curriculum. Last week we made the candy cane cookies my mom and I used to make when I was young
I hand the slender, white-coated pharmacist a piece of printer paper. On it is a list of four drugs, which I haven’t bothered to read. By now I just tend to trust
After living in Korea for almost three years, I am still learning how to act within a complex gender and age hierarchy. Korean men are some of the kindest, most trustworthy people I have met. However, anytime I am traveling alone (or even in my hometown, for that matter) I tend to pay special attention to my interactions with men.
For many, coming to Korea as an English teacher is a sweet deal: free rent, a good salary, and cheap booze. For some of us in the cities, our lifestyle can feel like an extended year of university. School gets out and foreign teachers rendezvous at any place with cheap beer on tap