Care Package

     When studying abroad you (and I feel safe making this a generalization) will understimate how much you will miss food back home.  I am lucky enough to have the support of some amazing people to keep me well fed and happy.

     Thank you guys!!!

Do you want to...?

     In the States, if someone asks the question it is just that: a question.  Though it usually serves as an invitation as well, the asker usually wants to know a preference.
     I have learned enough about Korean culture in my short time here to know that when my seniors at the geumdo (Korean sword fighting) club asked if Candy, a new friend, and I wanted to "go for drinking" after practice that we were obligated to do so.
     My stomach tied itself into knots and I truly didn't want to go.  I had prior plans to meet my two close friends here in Korea for a movie and then a stop by a local suljip (alcohol house).  But after misunderstanding the schedule we were told in Korean, we had already showed up a half hour late to practice, and I desperately wanted these people to like me.
     "Oh course!" my mouth said without thoroughly consulting me first.
     "Absolutely," Candy replied.
     Our senior nodded without a smile, "Good."
     With rushed apologies we hurried to the dorms to shower since we had not prepared for the surprise drinking trip.  Both Candy and I chose to dress casually, which was definitely the right choice, and we left to meet them for chimek (chicken and beer).
   It had taken so long for me to decide on which club to attend.  In trying out for the club I was initially most excited about, I would have had to miss out on the opportunity of four other clubs to maybe be accepted into the first one.  As we walked toward Sinchon this came to my mind.  I worried that I had made the wrong choice.
     It didn't help that Candy and I made it the fifteen minute walk to the front gate and waited in a tunnel lit by advertisements, but didn't recieve a response as to where we needed to meet.  Candy glanced at her phone, checking either for messages or the time.  Whichever it was, she sighed and looked back up to me.  "Do you want to just go back?  I'm okay with just relaxing at the dorms."
     I glanced across the street to Yonsei University's front gate.  There was a huge group of people waiting to cross in our direction.  "Why don't we wait to see if they are in this group at least."
     Candy agreed and I breathed a sigh of relief.  I didn't truly believe that they were waiting just across the street, though I hoped.  Though I don't like beer and don't eat chicken, I wanted to make a good impression on the club.  I wanted to be part of something at Yonsei University and couldn't explain exactly why I felt it had to be this group.
     Thankfully, before Candy could suggest just forgetting the whole ordeal once again, we got a text and a map of the chimek restaurant.
     It was dive-y.  The boards of the floor were worn by shoes scuffing across it.  The lights were dimmer in some places and flickering slightly in others.  The tables were positioned quite close together.  I wouldn't be eating the food and (I thought) I wouldn't be drinking the beer.  But I smiled anyway because I freaking love dives.  The people are friendlier, the food is usually better, and I never have to feel out of place.
     My club member made me feel just as welcome.
     US Americans have an awful habit of assuming "everyone speaks English" in foreign countries.  This is not true at all.  You can survive with English in Korea, yes, but you would have to point a lot and certainly would not get to know many of the people.  My club members did not all know English, but they were so warm and accommodating and gave their English their best go in order to include Candy and I more.
     If anyone reads this and wonders if they should join a club abroad, then my advice is to absolutely do it.  If the culture you has chosen is Korean, or like it, wait until the inevitable first trip out as a group to pay if possible.  I paid beforehand but was so lucky with my group of people.

Ewha Mural Village

     Glancing at my watch for the millionth time, I cursed under my breath.  Combining starting off in the wrong direction and the traffic that kept our bus from moving faster than the ajummas outside on the sidewalk, my roommate and I were already twenty minutes late to our "cell group meeting".
     Both of us had signed up for the Mentor's Club at Yonsei University before coming to Korea and, by some sort of luck, had ended up in the same "cell" as they called it- Cell 5.  At the club fair the Mentor's Club tried to stop us and convince us to join their club.  "We're already members," the three of us had said.  But only steps later, we decided this would be a perfect opportunity to discuss the issue of me never receiving a mentor as well as the fact that all the other cells had met up to do fun and exciting things, while we had not since the first night.
     "What cell are you in?" the mentors asked when we explained the situation.
     When we said that we were members of cell 5 they shared a knowing glance, it wasn't the first time they had heard it.  They promised that it would be fixed and, sure enough, the next day we received word of our first cell group meeting since orient ion.  We would be going to Ewha Mural Village on a Saturday that everyone was busy.  Though we weren't completely sold, my roommate and I came to the conclusion that if we were the ones to complain, we better show up to the meeting.
     But there we were, an hour into a bus ride that was supposed to take twenty minutes, and arriving a full half hour late.  My roommate continued to text her mentor, but eventually stopped getting a reply and we had no idea where to meet them besides at station three of Hyewha station.  When we eventually got a hold of someone they very kindly agreed to come down to meet us.
     It wasn't far off from the station (straight out the stairs walk about 50 yards and turn to your left, then just down the street), but the hills and stairs certainly made sure we got our workout in.

                                          

     These were just some of the stairs that filled our day!  There were less decorative stairs that were far worse, but I was just happy when we began to arrive to the murals.  And I had to admit that they were far more beautiful than I had expected.  I was so glad that I had felt obligated to attend.

     Some murals were cute and whimsical (actually, most of them were).

                              

     And some were simply not what I had expected.  This three dimensional piece was just some of the surprising ones that showed up throughout the village.

     The view was quite beautiful from the top of the village.  Possibly even worth climbing said stairs.

      The one above, I took specifically for my father.  So you better be reading my blog!!!

     This one was my favorite piece.  If I was close enough to get the full detail, I lost the whole picture of the mural.  To me the faces looked so happy, though they weren't grinning from ear-to-ear or placed on a neon-bright background.  The tears in the paint and the age of it just gave it even more character.

     After we left the village the group decided that it would be good to have an early dinner, I think the mentors were spent and wanted to go home.  But not even the walk to the restaurant was boring because there was a large group of children playing on these statues (?).   

     That's right friends and family.  Those are mosaic poops.  There was a larger poop, that was also more colorful, but there were still children on it.  I thought taking a picture of mosaic poop decorations was strange enough, I didn't need to add photographing someone's children to it (though they let their children play on giant, colorful poops...so they may not have space to judge).

     The group, about twenty of us, made our way to a Korean barbecue restaurant.  Once again, the mentors had already ordered for us.  Frustrated, I asked those at my table if it was Korean culture to order for your group and they assured me that it wasn't, but since we were such a large group, it was easier to do so.

     Before coming to Korea I was under the impression that it would be equal parts meat and vegetable, but this is not the case.  Above is the meal that was served.  At the top are two strips of mushroom and a piece of onion.  Besides this there was lettuce to wrap the meat in and kimchi (though this is nearly always cooked with fish sauce).

      The mentors were nice enough to let my roommate and I order nengmyeon (ice noodles) instead, though our group shot us dirty looks when our meal combined came to 5,000 won, half of what each individual had to pay for barbecue.
     After most of the group dispersed, six of us stayed together and split some patbingsu (Korean shaved ice).  This is shaved ice topped with sweat red beans and other things.  Our "other things" was dok (rice cakes) and assorted nuts with a scoop of ice cream on top.  I avoided the ice cream but later found out that the beans are cooked with a good portion of condensed milk.  My stomach will not be happy tomorrow.

      And of course you cannot pass the tent making bbobki without buying some!  I am sad to announce that we did not successfully break out the star (which results in a free bbobki), but was also simply relieved when I was not the one to break it.

     Not a terribly flattering picture.  You cannot tell here, but I certainly feel healthy and happy in Korea, but the stairs and heat were not good to me.

     My mentor still remains a mystery that may never be solved.

Club Day

     It was hot, but not unbearably so as it has been for the past couple weeks, only hot enough to remind me that I had forgotten sunscreen and to make me wish I had purchased that fan at the convenience store.
     "Excuse me," someone said in Korean.
     My friends and I turned to look at who had been speaking, and if they were speaking to us.  A smiling man in his mid-twenties handed one of my friends and me a fan with his club name and registration information printed on it.  "Oh, thank you!" I replied back.  We turned to leave but he stopped us once more to hand our other friend a fan as well.
     I shook the fan as we began down the pathway again and it produced a cool stream of air.  "This is much better than the ones at Daiso."
     "Good thing you didn't buy that one!" one of my friends said, waving her own fan without trying to read the club information.
     The main road entering the front gate of Yonsei University is little more than a single lane wide, though Korean drivers always find a way.  On either side of the road is a section of grass followed by a pathway nearly as wide as the road itself.  On both pathways, white and blue striped tents filled the walkway, leaving only enough space for a thin line of passersby and one enthusiastic club member drawing you into their club's tent.
     My friends and I had just heard of a girl a few days prior being turned down to join a club.  We assumed this was because she was an exchange student and was not allowed into certain clubs.  This clearly had not been the case because we were beckoned in towards nearly every club.
     My friends, being both of Asian decent, one Korean and one Chinese, were called in with excited Korean.  I, on the other hand, was yelled for in English nearly every time.  Dance here, play instruments there, and volunteer everywhere!  There were probably a dozen clubs I was interested in, and of those eleven of them were excited at the prospect of my friends and me signing up.
     I didn't realize the school had so much to offer outside of courses.  I suddenly regretted signing up for fifteen credits.  I wished I could quit classes altogether and attend every club instead.
     The information booth gave us a sheet of paper to fill in with six stickers from different clubs.  It seemed that it was my role to enthusiastically sign up for information on every other club, while my friends followed behind asking, "Do you have stickers?".  Collecting all six stickers needed gave us an opportunity to win a bike or a video camera.  This was clearly meant for the regular Yonsei students (what were international students going to do with bicycle?!).  But we turned in our stickers anyway and entered in for a chance at the prizes.
     I cannot think of a better way to meet Koraen students than by joining a club made up of mostly Korean students!  Some clubs were excited at the prospect of signing up some international students such as my friends and me, while others were either too nervous to speak to us or were simply cold towards us.  We simply wrote these people off as the type we probably wouldn't end up getting along with anyway.
     I probably signed up for a dozen different clubs, and am excited to join at least two or three of them.  The rest of the week and the following weeks is to be filled with not only our initial coursework, but orientations, meet-ups, workshops, and auditions for the different clubs around campus.

First Day of Classes

Registration for Yonsei University is ridiculous.  I have heard from many people that it is the same at the other Korean universities as well (worse at some).  Instead of registration opening and remaining open, you play red-light green-light with registration that is open for hours at a time as though it was a cafe.

I am certainly not alone in my frustration.  Those around me loudly voice theirs as well, asking question after question about when exactly registration will reopen, and why such a date was chosen.

And wait lists? Forget it.  You either get in during that tiny window before the spots fill up (for my chosen classes it was less than thirty seconds), try again during the next registration period days or weeks later, or take the form to your professors in hope that they will sign you into the course.

Solace comes in the fact that the professors know how frustrating this system is.  Though it was only the first day, I did not hear of a single student getting turned down to sign into the classes.  This open and close system means that students cannot drop classes they have decided against either.  This left my first class of the day with plenty of spaces, the professor announcing that she would be allowing anyone who wanted into the class to sign up.

Yonsei has a wonderful Korean Language program at the Korean Language Institute (KLI).  Generally, the intensive is four hours daily for ten week periods.  However, if you take these classes as an exchange student the classes occur with the regular semester (sixteen weeks) at two hours a day.  Either way, you take the same test that took nearly two hours.

There is a writing portion, which is approximately half multiple choice and half write in, as well as a speaking and listening portion.  The listening portion is an interview.  The group of nearly 400 students who planned to take KLI were broken up into groups of about a dozen and sent to different classrooms.  I was unfortunately the last to be interviewed.  This was such a shame because I could not answer more than two pages of a test that was about 13 pages, so I mostly stared at the linoleum floor until it was my turn for the interview at which point I said in my most nervous of Korean that "level one is fine".  She laughed, asked me a few questions and her face told me that she agreed.  I thanked her, left, and went to stuff my face with the amazing pasta sold just under our dorms.

Bau Cafe

Yesterday I had a very unique experience.  In the States, at least in the Pacific Northwest, cafes aren't all that popular.  I used to think that they were until coming to Korea and seeing the difference between cafes and coffee shops.  Coffee shops, which seem to be quite predominant where I live.  In a coffee shop, you may enter and order your coffee and perhaps a snack.  Though no one forces you to leave, generally, one wouldn't stay for long.

A cafe is an ordeal, but not in the negative sense.  You may order many different kinds of drinks and also many different kinds of foods, outside of the simple muffin or scone.  And, especially if you are in Korea, a cafe has a reason for you to stick around.  In many cases, this is a theme.  Such as a dog cafe.

Bau Cafe is one such cafe.

To get there we got off of Line 2 at Hongik University stop number 3.  The directions we received said to "look around", and that it would be on the ground floor.  It was, however, not this obvious.  When you come up the stairs of stop 3, Bau Cafe will be behind you on level B1 of what looks like an office building directly behind the stop.  To find the sign you will have to look up (though it is on the same side of the street).

Despite our confusion, this trip was worth it.

The dogs of Bau Cafe

You must buy a drink to stay, so I purchased a grapefruit juice.  It was good, but it wasn't 6,000 won good, which is what I paid.  However, among other things of the same price, it was the cheapest thing on the menu.

If you want lots of attention from the dogs, you can purchase some treats for 3,000 won.  If you do, you will get TONS of attentions for as long as you have treats.

I don't think these women knew what they were getting into.

But, if like us, you are a poor college student and refuse to pay a single won more than you already have, you can still get lots of attention.

Some dogs just want attention.

But some dogs you have to force attention on them.  Just a little.

Both of these dogs vying for my love did not belong to the cafe.

With people bringing in their own dogs, there is more than enough to go around.

The ledges along the walls allow the dogs to jump around from one table to another.

Or to simply take a nap right by you.

All in all, I would completely recommend.  You won't go here for your morning coffee unless you are really loaded, but my friends and I had a wonderful time!