So we don't have a tan yet, and up until the weekend it has been pretty cold. It dropped to -6 celsius on Tuesday, and we had a rather interesting snow/thunder storm that night. We've managed to seal off the door and windows as much as we can, and the school has agreed to help us out by getting a space heater, so we'll be able to dry our clothes soon. Yay!
This week wasn't too exciting, hence the lack of blogging. Tara's still writing teacher's college applications, which will be done by the end of this week. We also sent some packages home for Christmas, which wasn't that expensive at all given that they should arrive 3 days after we sent them.
We went swimming, (finally!) at an Olympic-sized swimming pool near our school, which was fun but an interesting adjustment. As soon as Tara walked into the pool area the entire group of people turned and started whispering "Yongo" which means "English," and "Waeguk," which means "foreigner." They have one catch-all term for foreigners here, with no distinction about where you're from. You're just not Korean, and therefore don't matter. This may sound harsh, but there really is no place for foreigners in many Korean social circles. People are generally fascinated by the fact that we actually live here. It's kind of crazy that they think that Korea can remain an isolated, homogeneous country while integrating further in the global economy. Things may change drastically in the next generation or so, as the rate of men marrying foreign women is around 25% (though most of these are poor Vietnamese or Philippino mail order brides).
So, all the attitudes towards white people in particular were magnified in the swimming pool. We both had gangs of kids following us around, asking where we were from and for our names. It got a little annoying, but they're still cute. In the change room, Tara was marauded by a group of little girls asking where she is from, if she owns a plane, if they should call her "ajumma" which is what they call married women, if she is married, if she can play with them, and if she's fat. These are the concerns of 7 year-old girls... sigh.
So, the weather's been nice the last few days, and I was opening my window at school to see if it was raining and the screen just fell out onto the road. Our school isn't the pinnacle of engineering. I had to explain to our principal what happened, then run and get the screen before anyone came out of or into our parking garage, and then try to put it back. As I was trying to install it again, I saw the school's cook, a super nice woman, looking at me strangely, and all I could think to say was, "it's broken," knowing that she wouldn't understand me. The screen's back in place, for now, but it will probably never be fixed. We still don't even have clocks yet.
