Hanguel Day Special - Cory Attacks the Korean Language
Posted by GwangJu (at 2010/10/08 11:49)
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That was the
first word I read in Korean, sitting in a Dunkin Donuts staring out at the
signs on the street. Koreans will tell you over and over, in various ways, but
all with the same amount of pride in their voice, that Korean is a scientific
language. While frustrating to hear it’s true, at
least for the reading part. It took me only 3 hours on a train back from
After learning how to read I became addicted to learning Korean. We all have our different motivations for learning Korean, whether it be wanting to explain to our co-teachers that they should tell us before changing the schedule or describing that ham is indeed meat and taking it out after you make it defeats the propose of being a vegetarian. For me, I learned that the more Korean I knew, the easier it was to talk to girls.
Now, I can already hear, through time and space, the collective shaking of heads that is taking place. Well you know what, Korean girls are cute, and I plan on using more than my high nose bridge and gigantic double lidded eyes to attract them. I mean, I’m hilarious, with wit and charm that should be spread across cultural lines. (sarcasm)
I
realized after a few months that studying on my own from a book wasn’t going to get me to the level I needed (Specifically, good enough
to talk to Yuri from Girls’ Generation). So I started
looking into more advanced options. I decided that when my contract was up I
would become a full time student. Luckily

The class is taught all in Korean, which is scary, especially when I mostly knew how to say simple things to kids like “sit down!” or “be quiet!”. (This was rendered obsolete anyway, because of Korean’s frustratingly different levels of respect speech) After a while, though, the English in my brain faded away and I settled into a comfortable level of broken Korean. (“Teacher, Sorry late. Alarm no.”)
I
had been a teacher for so long at this point (2 years) that I had forgotten how
difficult it was to be a student. It’s also
entirely possible that being a student in
Despite the difficulties, the class was actually pretty fun, and I could see my Korean improving by leaps and bounds. Every time I met a Korean person I was able to get more and more out of the conversation. I could finally have a conversation with a taxi driver that extended beyond “where are you from?”. By the end of the six months I could confidently handle most conversations that were thrown at me. My Korean was far from perfect, but it was approaching Sonyeon Shidae meeting level, I wanted to stay and learn more, but I had to go back to working for the ahjushi to make money.
This time around, though, when I had to give my introductory speech to the school at the beginning if the year, instead of staring blankly in my direction while I yammered on in Englishee, they grinned and made whispered ooh-waa. At the end of my speech I got a round of applause that would make Rain jealous. It felt really good.




















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