I’m from Indianapolis, and anyone else who lives there already knows that there is virtually no public transportation system. I think there might be one IndyGo bus that comes within a 5-mile radius of my house in the suburbs, and even then I think it only stops there every two hours and you can only travel on one route.
I’ve never had more people tell me that I’m pretty. I’m blonde, blue-eyed, and buxom, so as much as I would often like to I don’t exactly blend in. I must have a rather exotic look to most Koreans. People my age are suddenly coveting the large, pointy nose that made me a target of the ridicule of 12-year-old boys. Just a few months ago my dad was suggesting that I visit a tanning bed, but then I wouldn’t have swarms of middle-aged women stop me on the subway to tell me how beautiful my ghostly complexion is.
South Koreans rank among the best in the world in terms of education. As a whole, South Korea’s teenagers consistently beat out all or almost all of their international competitors on standardized tests. Having heard this, I was initially terrified of what my classes were going to be like at a Korean university. Mostly I was worried about the classes that I was going to be taking with Korean students, because I was sure they were all going to be much more intelligent and studious than I am. And I was partially right, but things aren’t really more difficult here; they’re mostly just different.
I have been sick for the past three and a half weeks and it has been horrible. I feel like this might be one of those dangers of studying in a foreign country where everyone is packed in the dorms at close quarters. I went from the flu to sinus and ear infection to a throat virus all without any sort of respite. I rarely ever get sick, but once my immune system is compromised apparently I get incredibly sick. I think I now understand why we got two separate medical lectures at the beginning of the semester.
I have never been to an IU sports game. I know, I’m an awful Hoosier. It’s just that there are a lot of things I’d rather be doing than watch a bunch of sweaty guys run around on a field. One time I went to a Wabash College football game to see the half-time show, so that is my only point of reference when it comes to these things.
My university orientation in Seoul, South Korea, will start in only a few days and I couldn’t be more excited for the bit of normalcy a new school year will bring. I’ve been working and traveling in Seoul for the last two months and the absence of a support system has taken its toll on my sanity.