After Vietnam and after Thailand, it's now back to Korean winter. Coming from Canada, they aren't so bad. Cold, sure, but I didn't even have a pair of gloves until I received a pair this week as a birthday present. My boots and warm winter coat are enough to keep me warm on my way to and from work.
Regular classes may be finished for a seven-week vacation, but there's still plenty of work to be done as a "special" teacher at my school. After returing from my Lunar New Year break in Thailand, I'm now halfway through my six-week winter camp English classes. In these camp classes, I teach two small groups of students and one class of teachers.
I didn't realize so many teachers spoke some English; they were always too shy to speak to me in the past. But now I'm getting a chance to get to know them better and we're having a lot of fun. They're hilarious when it comes to role-plays. We always leave that class laughing.
As for the students, these classes of just four to six students offer a chance for the girls to receive much closer attention and I'm noticing huge improvements in their English already. We play games and chat for a couple hours, reviewing troubling grammar and practicing our conversation skills. Every time it snows, we all get excited and turn our attention to the window for a few minutes to watch it fall gently onto the trees and buildings around the school, sprinkling everything in a soft blanket of white dust.
It rarely snows here, and when it does, it never stays on the ground past noon. It could be snowing on my way to work early in the morning, but when I leave in the afternoon, there is no trace of it left. The lack of snow is disheartening for a Canadian like myself who is used to wadding through piles of soft white powder or splashing through mushy grey slush. Here, I need to stop and pause every time the snow falls, or I miss my chance to see it for weeks.