Obama on the North Korean Attack

Oh no! If only Ilsan weren't so close to the North Korean border. I'm registering at the US Embassy pronto...

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20100524/ts_nm/us_korea_north_obama

Flower Festival Field Trip

I survived my second seminar (despite finding out that I couldn't use my mac 2 minutes before it started and frantically transfering everything onto the Korean PC, preventing all of the videos I had edited and formatted for my computer all week to open in my presentation...), and I couldn't be happier that it's over!

I have lost all function of my right hand due to over-use of my computer mouse. Anytime I move my index finger, or brush the top of my hand, it sends a shooting electric shock all through my hand and arm. :( So rather than carrying on with my attempt to write this blog solely with my left hand, I will post pictures of the field trip we went on with our kids a few weeks ago to the Ilsan Flower Festival.














Nothing like a tooth falling out somewhere in the park to make for an interesting day.


































This is my school!
















All of the kindergartners from Feinschule...

Seminar #2

It's one of those weeks when I can't help but wonder if my job is worth the stress. It's seminar week. Which means that Saturday morning, I have to wake up at 5:30am and head to Daechon (a city a few hours south of Seoul), and give my hour long presentation on the drama program I'm creating to over 100 people who want to be entertained. It's not really a presentation so much as a performance. I sort of feel like I go up there, smile really big, do a little dance, sing a little song, pull up volunteers who so totally don't want to be on stage, and try to make them as un-bored as possible.

It's also one of those weeks where I feel really conflicted with how I feel about my work. I like the responsibility and being important and I really love that I'm creating and purposeful. I hate the stress that comes with it at times, and I hate that I'm creating and placed with all of this responsibility in such an unorganized, anxiety-filled environment.

Mostly, I'll just be glad when I open the door to my apartment Saturday evening, throw on my yoga pants, pour myself a glass of wine, and take a deep breathe knowing that another seminar is over.