It wasn’t too long and I was getting tired of this schedule too after a few months. It was a little bit better and by now I was becoming a little more adjusted to Korean customs and culture. I was learning how to get my way around Seoul, South Korea by subway, bus and taxi's. I had two early morning classes, one at lunchtime and two in the evenings. Monday through Fridays with Saturday and Sunday off this time. I even went to a Presbyterian Church on Sundays. There I met my first Korean friend who spoke very good English and would invite me to go to places with him and even to his job. He worked for a Christian magazine.
While in church I would sit at the back of the church so that I would not be noticed. Yeah, right like I wouldn’t be noticed as being a foreigner. After church they would go down to the basement of the church and everyone would eat lunch. Korean food and me did not always get along. As I discovered I did not like it very much. The beef and chicken I would eat, the rest of it they could keep. There were some soups that I would eat along with bread, pastries and deserts.
About a month into living in the hotel they found me a place to live in the basement of a house on a hill. That was a pain to walk up a few blocks from the subway station. I leaned how to order Kerosene for the floors as that is how most of the houses and apartments are heated.
After while I became adjusted to the new school and the class schedule. I would go home after the morning classes and take a nap. I would take the subway home, as it was only two subways stops away from the school. After my nap I would go back for the noon class and then go home again until it was time for the evening classes.
But I was getting tired of sleeping on a mat on the floor and they were talking about putting another teacher in the place to share with me. I asked them to get me a bed and I was told it was impossible for them to get me a bed, that they were too expensive. That was the last straw with this school too. I was going to quit and go back home. But I really did not want to go back home to Redding, California.
So I decided what the heck I would go somewhere I always wanted to go but never had opportunity or chance to go. A nice warm place in the Pacific Ocean, an island called Hawaii. I made up my mind and prepared to do it with the money I had left I could buy an airplane ticket and still have a $1,000.00 in my pocket. Before I quit I gave them one last opportunity. I showed up at the evening classes and asked if Miss Kim was going to get me a bed. She said, No! And ordered me into the classroom. I said sorry, I quit and I left and headed home. So, I quit and left and the next morning left on my flight for Hawaii.
See ya! Bye, bye. And off I went on yet another adventure in the Pacific Ocean.
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