Art Exhibitions

When I was asking a friend back at home for tips at learning Korean faster, one of the things she recommended was joining a club. By chance I saw flyers for an art club and decided to go. The art club I joined finally had our exhibition for the past few days. I thought it was really cute how they posted paper next to the paintings so people could write comments and post sweets. Some left flowers or other snacks below the painting.

I’m really glad I joined though. Clubs generally eat dinner together after every meeting, and I remember on the first day we gave our introductions. I was so terrified at my poor Korean that I could barely squeak out mine. But everyone in the club was very kind and supportive of me. I was able to practice Korean so much more with the other members.

This was my painting:

sevillebelle

There was also an artist I admired online, and I found out that his work was going to be in an exhibition at Hongik University. It’s very close to Ewha, so I went to go look. By some chance I recognized him from his profile photos and I got to meet him! That was definitely very exciting for me and I’m glad I got the opportunity to see his work in person.

It’s already been three months. December is only in a few days, and finals will only be in a couple weeks.

It’s strange because in some ways the time passed very quickly, and in some ways it feels as though I’ve been here for such a long time. I experienced my first free subtitled Korean movie (“A Werewolf Boy”) courtesy of a local movie theater. I’ll review the movie later, but for some reason I can’t quite describe it left quite an impression on me.

I’ve met some people here that I’ve felt like I’ve known my whole life. I’ve learned things about myself I never knew before.

It’s only been three months.

There are so many interesting juxtapositions here. You can see the modern architecture mixed with the traditional one. You can see English next to the Korean. You can smell the sewage with the heavily fried street food permeating slowly through the air. I can already immediately identify the smell of hotteuk (a fried mini-pancake with a filling of syrup, brown sugar, seeds, etc.).

I remember when I first started to study Korean here, I was frightened out of my mind because I barely knew how to speak Korean. But now I can now at least hold conversations.

In some ways there are some things I miss about home. I miss being understood immediately. I do miss some foods. But I’m already wondering how I’ll be able to leave Korea next year. In some ways I feel very much at home here. I still haven’t yet experienced any of the racism and unfriendliness I’ve heard of from other Korean-Americans. I’m not quite sure why since I go out very frequently and make many mistakes while speaking Korean. I feel as though Korea has been extremely welcoming for me.

I do hope to get a camera though.

On another note, one of my Korean language teachers just got married, and she invited all her students. Here at least is a picture of my Korean class eating the buffet dinner together:

wedding