Argentina and other irritating f*ck-tors
Sitting in the lobby of my fancy dormitory located in a less fancy Seoul neighbourhood I realise that there's nothing wrong with being a teenager, unless you are an Argentinian teenager in Korea. Too loud! Too nerve-racking! And someone needs to concentrate. Me, for instance....
I started the second week working in the so-called kindergarten teaching Korean brats English language. Colleagues like me, and think hat i'll be able to work full-time. I am not sure. Semester will start in a month, and there would be not much time to work. or, better to say: to work and have enough sleep.
Semester will start, anD I will have to come to Seoul each weekend. Do i have job there? Not really. I do have Jesse, who dislikes the very idea of me going that far from him. Well, we'll see what'll happen))
I joined the project run by Multicultural museum of Korea. Students from different countries educate kids on their (means: our) native culture and language. Each Tuesday from 10 till 12 in one of the kindergartens will talk to children in Russian. Sounds like fun. But better than this is the fact that I've met really interesting people there - and we already formed our team of "non-Koreans seeking for fun." Amel from Egypt, Nicolas from Colombia, Kalin from Bulgaria and Arthur from Brazil. Already had lot's of interesting moments. Planning to have more))
What's my life now? Just a flow of pleasant events, which I am eager to follow...