A student lost her cool in class today. She believed strongly that our teacher has neglected her learning needs and she was not afraid to show her disgust in class.
"I don't know what other students may think but I cannot understand what you are teaching. You are going so fast without explaining those difficult grammars using simpler examples. If you are not helping me to understand, it defeats the purpose of me paying to attend class."
Personally, I think our teacher is doing a great job in teaching. It is just unfortunate that the student is not seeing the fact that she is not at all ready for intermediate-level Korean despite putting in her best effort.
As a third party, it is quite obvious to me what is the cause of the problem and the best solution to it. I empathise with Korean teachers who have had bad experiences teaching Singaporeans especially when the social status of teachers in Singapore is not as high as what is accorded to teachers in Korea.
My belief is that teacher is always dedicated to teaching until proven otherwise. Money that I paid for lesson is for a learning opportunity and not for a training service. I value what my teacher teaches because I trust that my teacher knows the best. In class, I am much better off behaving like a student rather than a customer.
This is my first encounter of such unhappy incident though previously I have heard about cases of students walking out of class and demanding for refunds when their teacher is not whom they like or could not translate Korean to English. I always find such incidents regrettable.
"I don't know what other students may think but I cannot understand what you are teaching. You are going so fast without explaining those difficult grammars using simpler examples. If you are not helping me to understand, it defeats the purpose of me paying to attend class."
Personally, I think our teacher is doing a great job in teaching. It is just unfortunate that the student is not seeing the fact that she is not at all ready for intermediate-level Korean despite putting in her best effort.
As a third party, it is quite obvious to me what is the cause of the problem and the best solution to it. I empathise with Korean teachers who have had bad experiences teaching Singaporeans especially when the social status of teachers in Singapore is not as high as what is accorded to teachers in Korea.
My belief is that teacher is always dedicated to teaching until proven otherwise. Money that I paid for lesson is for a learning opportunity and not for a training service. I value what my teacher teaches because I trust that my teacher knows the best. In class, I am much better off behaving like a student rather than a customer.
This is my first encounter of such unhappy incident though previously I have heard about cases of students walking out of class and demanding for refunds when their teacher is not whom they like or could not translate Korean to English. I always find such incidents regrettable.


Since 2002, I have not walked past the Seoul Station. When I saw it this time, it was the new Seoul Station that I was seeing. The last time, I took my first train ride of my life from Seoul to Gyeong-ju without knowing a single word of Korean. It was an adventure that I have lived to treasure. It was kinda ironic to feel nostalgic in front of a new Seoul Station.
That evening, there was a performance of Andes Music in the open area just outside of the Seoul Station. A small crowd gathered around a group of five musicians of whom one was a Korean. The passionate beats of the Andes Music were so infectious that I found my body swinging with them. It was a free performance and a very enjoyable one.
The Seoul Station was a very busy station. People moved in and out of it in steady stream non-stop. The heartbeat of this city could be felt here. Not far away from the new Seoul Station stood the old Seoul Station. In a stark contrast to its replacement, time had stood still for the old station. Its days of glory is nothing but history now. Not forgetting, a part of its history has a bit of mine as well.











I thought what this posting lack is a story. I was almost inspired to write a story but I think I better not because I don't have the time and ability to write a full-length story now. Nevertheless, my inspiration is "time-sealed" in the picture above.
오늘 어떤 큰 일을 생겨서 마음이 나쁘게 됐어. 지금 예쁜 걸 보고 싶어. 서울에서 파는 케이크를 예쁘죠? 예쁜 케이크를 먹지 못 하는데 그냥 보고 속히 마음은 좋아지는 것 같태. 이런 마음은 좋아지게 하는 방법이 유효하더라고요. 한번 해 보세요. 아니면 한국어로 글을 써도 되요. ^^
Kaye said that for a few weeks in autumn, the air out in the street smell extremely awful. The culprit of the foul air is quite unexpectedly the ginkgo trees. I could not imagine how bad the smell was until I came across a heritage ginkgo tree beside Changdeokgung. Thousands of rotting ginkgoes were still hanging from the tree branches. The stench given off by the rotting ginkgoes ensure that I kept a safe distance from it. I was fortunate as there was only one of such tree in the area. Imagine the "knock-out punch" delivered by all the rotting ginkgoes in the streets during autumn. However, as a redemption for fouling up the air, ginkgo trees leave behind beautiful yellow fan-shaped leaves. Autumn in Korea will be very different without ginkgo trees.