I was going to write about how wonderful my students are. I still will, but the made the last day of teaching before vacation very stressful. A lot of kids didn’t bring their work, thinking today was just an extension of vacation. I explained to them that this is stupid, because vacation is vacation, letting them do nothing today would be a double privilege, and while I normally would love for an excuse to do nothing for eight hours, the students are deep into a massive project, trying to make sports sections of a newspaper. It was too ambitious I think, but anyway, school is sometimes a boring topic.
At long last, here is a picture of my house. Seven weeks into my life in the city, I got around to walking during the morning and taking my camera to film my adventure.
I live on the second floor of this building. Onya is sleeping somewhere on that porch. Everything above the stairs belongs to me.
This is just another random building in my neighborhood.
And again.
This is the entrance to some climate science study building.
This is a dried up river bed.
The entrance to one of several temples along the 1136 road, which sort of connects the old and new parts of Jeju city.
A closer look.
The kids slide down inside, and land outside. This is cool. What a neat escape for when your teacher is really boring! How could you stop kids from just leaving and running away? I don’t know, but I wish this was attached to my school when I was a kid.
An oreum, with some plaques with some writing with some trees with some grass with some sky with some stones.
A fun boxy building.
A pretty gate.
Halla Elementary School, in shin-Jeju.
Later, I’ll post pictures of my students work.
Culture Time 