Caviberry,

A new semester is upon me and as students across America begin the school year I am entering into my second year of not being one of them. This makes me feel old. It is, however, a frequent topic of conversation amongst myself and me fellow teachers that our lives here are very similar to that which we lived in our college days. Aside from the distinct lack of responsibility and excess of free time there is the learning.

I began my third semester as a teacher last Monday. The beginnings of a new semester take me back in time to when I was a grade schooler and the first day of class was an experience of excitement and fear. Excitement for the prospect of new beginnings. Fear for the faces. The faces of unfamiliar students, the faces of familiar students and the faces of students that despise you. I life not everyone you meet will enjoy your company and in these cases the easiest solution is to avoid contact and interaction. When you meet 12o new students over the course of two days some of which love you, some of which don't care, and others who already despise you there is the problem that the most obvious solution is not an option. Like it or not I will be spending the next three months with these kids.

On Friday I walked into my PI Writing class which is the highest level of students that we teach. In the first row sat one of the mildest members of my PI Speaking class from last semester. He turned to his neighbor with a moan and told him in Korean "I don't like this teacher. His class was seriously boring."

This shows a few things about this kid and the class he was a member of last semester. First, he spent three months in my class and didn't figure out that I speak Korean. This is because he spent most of the previous semester sitting at the back of the class gambling, arguing, listening to music and generally going out of his way to be the worst student he could possibly be. Second, that he was't going to give me the second chance I will have no choice but to give him. And third, he was spreading the hate speak that is generally disruptive to my goal of actually having my students like me, which I somehow manage to pull off more often than not.

Thankfully I am learning. There are tricks, keys to these students minds, that open up a world of enjoyable classes. As I pulled the trick after trick from my relatively small at this early stage of my career bag of tricks I saw that it was working. I also saw that his friend and neighbor was my best ally. Caviberry is his name.

"Caviberry?" I asked

"Yes teacher"

"How did you get that name?"

"I made it. I looked in my book and I saw 'cavi' and I saw 'berry' so I named myself 'Caviberry'."

Caviberry sat attentively as I breathlessly detailed essay writing and its wonders. This must have inspired my nemesis because when I asked "What is the most important part of an essay?" I got an answer from a very unlikely source.

"Thesis" my nemesis replied.

I looked at him shocked.

Some battles you can win. Especially if you have a kid named "Caviberry" on your side.

South by Southwest, Seoul to Busan via Gyeongju

Myself, three co-Patriots and a bloody Canadian left Seoul at 7:40 Wednesday morning and set about an epic journey through southern South Korea. The plan was to first head to Gyeoungju, the historical center of the Korean peninsula, from there we would do some beaching in Busan, the second largest city and beach central.

We arrived and after finding a room we immediately set about getting ourselves some mopeds. This was the turning point where this trip began its skyward journey towards pure legend.

Nancy and I on Day 1 headed to our first tomb.

We hit the road and after situating ourselves we decided to try for our first historical sight in the area. Many Korean Kings, mostly from the Shilla Dynasty, are buried in the Gyeongju area. We sought out the most remote of the many Mound Tombs.
After a beautiful ride through the countryside where we regularly drew stares from the locals and navigated our way trough rice paddies we found the temple.

Tomb of King Gyeongdeok

Day 1 was great, we found the mopeds, found the temple, survived a rainstorm on the ride home, had a great Korean dinner, and were ready for some brews at the hotel.

I decided I wanted to be safe while drinking so, naturally, I wore my helmet the entire night.

How could Roman candles not be a good idea?
Our room had some gaudy furniture. I wore my helmet to protect myself from it.
And we drank in front of the lobby for a while.

We woke bright and early for the exciting day ahead of us. The plan was first to see Bulguksa Temple and then to make the 40+km. ride out to the coast.

The gardens leading up to the temple.
My Canadian friend, David, the villagers were terrified.
Bulguksa Temple.

We got some great hats at the temple.

The temple was beautiful. However, the road was calling and I was ready to answer. I wish I had pictures of the drive out to the coast but it was a windy mountain road and that would be unsafe.

These Pagodas caught our eye, so we stopped.
And saw this waterfall.
So I jumped in.

This nice Korean man invited us over to his family's campground and let us sit in his waterfall. he then tried to get us drunk, but we had to drive, so we continued. We made it to the sea and found a nice seafood restaurant where we indulged in some crab and sashimi. It was time to go back and see a few more sights.

Royal Inapchi Pond.

We returned our bikes that night. Then we partied. There are no cool pictures because I had to return my helmet with my bike. So I will move on to Busan and the beach.

Haeundae Beach, Busan, South Korea

There were seriously about 100,000 people at the beach. I fell in love about 493 times. I drank a couple twelve beers. We then proceeded to find our hotel and rest up for an eventful night.

No doubt one of the top ten meals I have ever eaten.

After an epic dinner we headed out to paint the town. The club we went to was called Soul Trane, but all the played was house music, if you were notice the theme of the day you will understand why I felt compelled to dance my ass off for about 4 hours. A few hours, a few drinks, and a few bars later we felt compelled to finally give it a rest. The next day I felt like death, which was great because we rode the KTX which goes 300 km an hour.

It was such the epic journey and so little time has passed since it ended that I cannot stop thinking about it. My travel companions were so legit I can't even explain it. I am really thankful that we all took so many pictures because this trip will be the model for my future endeavors that I am sure some of you readers will someday join me on.

Long Time No See.

I have heard that some of you would like me to update my blog. Have no fear for this week it will be done. I have been waiting on some pictures from my friends in order to provide you all with a bit of visual stimulation to go along with the nonsense that you are forced to read.

I went on two "adventures" this month that will soon be privy to. The first was a minor adventure to Boryeong where I attended Mudfest. It was a great time and the pictures are hilarious.

The second was undertaken just this last week. We began in Gyungju, the historical center of South Korea, where we rented mopeds for three days and made many an epic cruise through the countryside in search of temples and tombs. This made for a shit-eating grin on my face and some hilarious photos. We then moved on to Busan and the beach. I ate one of the best meals of my life and danced my ass off.

More details to come.