The events of today

So work has been pretty stressful as of late, what with new rules, extra classes, and exam/evaluation period. I have found that I have been running around like a chicken with its head cut off.

Today was speaking test day, so my time was filled with asking 80+ kids, "How are you," "What are you wearing,""Where would you like to go on vacation." etc. This is quite the dull routine, so just to spice it up some of my children decided to grab my attention in less than pleasant ways.

First, I am giving a speaking test to a kid, who had previously asked me to go to the washroom. Kids are always doing this to get out of class so I said he could go AFTER his speaking test. So we are doing our speaking test, everything is going well until I see a squirt shoot out of his pants, a look of panic and his hand holding his crotch. Great. He peed his pants. I made a kid pee his pants.

Then after walking away, feeling like a horrible person I walk into a class full of little shit disturbers, excuse my French. These kids are just the worst thing ever. Anyways I have my back to them as I am writing their assignment on the board, and I hear them singing this song in Korean. I turn around only to see a boy (and probably his friends) dancing while giving me the middle finger. All I can say is that I am pretty sure he wishes he didn't get caught doing that. I yelled like I never thought I could yell.

What is with today today?

___Dawna___

New Blog Feature

Really missing us and counting down the seconds until we return to Canada? Well, you're in luck! We've installed a countdown timer on the left side of the page (may take a while to load) that'll give you a live SECOND-BY-SECOND countdown of how much time we have left until we reunite with Canada herself.

- Gilad

Ladies and gentlemen... three year olds.

Don't know if I've mentioned it or not, but I recently lost my old kindergarden students as they all graduated the ECC Kindy program. They were all about seven years old. So what happened? I got new Kindys... and how old are they? Three! They don't know the difference between Korean or English and they speak Korean to me assuming I know what they're saying. It takes forever to teach them anything and I have to constantly remind myself that they're just three and so small.

So here they are.


Pascal. Awesome name. Loud kid. Brilliant though.


Maris. Slow kid. Doesn't know anything. Never listens. Doesn't even know her name is Maris yet. Not lying.


Tony. Cool kid and the cutest in my opinion. Yesterday, I heard a sneeze in the room... looked around... and there was Tony staring up at me, face covered in booger. Had to clean up the mess for him.


Julia. Cute as hell. Brilliant girl. Awesome!


Don't let the picture deceive you. He's not cute. In fact, he's loud, destructive and LOUD.


Hey... let's climb the teacher's back!


That's a good idea... I'll join in.


I smile but I really think, "GET OFF!"


He's only three, but he can strike a pose with the best of them.


The kids being.. kids.


They're cute... when they're quiet. Yea, definitely only when they're quiet. Well, sometimes when they talk... but mostly when they're quiet.


Practicing "Hellllo!" and "Gooooodbye!" It makes up for about 65% of their English vocabulary at the moment.


Ignore the off-tune singing of my ABCs and just notice that beyond the letter 'K,' most of them have no idea what they're saying.


I must say that having these kids has helped me learn quite a bit about myself... and little kids... and how to act with them... and yea... although it's stressful, it's rewarding in its own ways.

- Gilad

First time for everything

So we got our new kindy classes. As Gilad likes to say, our children have barely been out of their mothers' womb. Like I have said, I don't have much experience with small children. In the past, I have changed a few diapers, wiped a few runny noses and dried a few tears. What did I get to do today? Wipe a kid's butt. How can such little things smell so foul? I WOULD have to wipe a kid's butt. Korea is doing everything it can to challenge my sanity.

___Dawna___

What If We Were...

A little something I'd like to call, 'What If We Were?'

What If We Were Just The Way We Were?


Gilad


Dawna


What If We Were Babies Again?


Gilad


Dawna


What If We Were Afro-American?


Gilad


Dawna


What If We Were East-Asian?


Gilad


Dawna


What If We Were West-Asian?


Gilad


Dawna


What If We Were Of The Opposite Gender?


Gilad


Dawna


What If We Were Paintings?


Gilad


Dawna


What If We Were Anime Characters?


Gilad


Dawna


What If We Were Apes?


Gilad


Dawna


What If We Were 50 Years Older?


Gilad


Dawna



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I make a pretty badass baby with a beard and all... and a pretty ugly woman... with a beard and all.


Try it for yourself here.


- Gilad

Devsters

Was riding the bus back from Busan the other night with my laptop in hand. Dawna passed out, so what better thing to do than open up the sweet-lady laptop? Figured I should remove some of that metaphorical rust that was resting on my graphic design abilities and create a Deva wallpaper.

Here's what I came up with. Quite simple, but I like the contrast of colours here.



- Gilad

Happy Anniversary!

Dawna, Rasheeda and I recently celebrated our six months in Korea. We're halfway there! So we went to nearby Busan and partied it up. Alex hit her three month mark which also marks her halfway point. Party time.


So we started off the night at a cool makkoli bar. Makkoli is fermented rice wine... definitely an acquired taste, but one that we've definitely acquired. This bar used to be an underground tunnel that was dug up 50 years ago during the South/North Korean war. The tunnel (or cave) was converted into a bar.


Inside the bar at a table.


Enjoying some pajeon inside the makkoli bar.


Good times.


The ladies of the halfway-done-our-contracts crew.


And the handsome chap from that same crew.


And so we left the makkoli bar and hit up the foreigner district of Busan. Went to a club called Thursdays (I think)... nothing quite notable about that place besides that it was packed with more foreigners than Koreans. Seemed like just a typical University club/bar from back home.


And then we made our way to Vinyl Underground... a club we've grown to love.


Dancing... although I'm not sure what Alex is trying to say...


Rasheeda letting us know that it's our SIX MONTH ANNIVERSARY!


I guess I'm absorbing the music...?


Dawna dancing up on stage.


And I dance on stage as well.


And the only reason this club is booming is because I'm getting everyone excited from up the stage and they all love me of the good music and likable atmosphere.


Dancing it up.


He too is absorbing the music.


Cool.


... or hilarious.


Those fingers might add up to six... or might not... I don't know.


And then I randomly run into a buddy of mine from Laurier... Garrett.


I would've titled this photo, 'Wicked Badass,' had I not been doing that lame pose with my hands. I need to stop that... right away. And in other thoughts... 'the new Bryson?'


Let's take a nice picture.
Attempt #1


Attempt #2


Attempt #3 - Getting Better


Attempt #4 - I guess this'll do.


You see, Sarah likes to dance by jumping up and down... and she recently injured her ankle. This is the best she could do... from her seat.


Dawna and Sarah.


Hite beer... the national beer. Dawna's face sums it all up.


Please look at the guy on the left of Dawna. He looks like this murderer/sodomizer/pedophile/child molester/creeper, 'T-Bag,' from the show, Prison Break.


Yea?


Awesome.


- Gilad