Yeah, my wife is helping me develop the art of romantic emails before I go:
“I love you and miss you more each day, and I can’t wait until I’m in your arms again” plus some shit by Shakespeare = romantic
“Wish I could chew on your panties over teh interntz” = not so romantic
With practice, I’ll be a master of the art of seducing my wife all over again through emails. Or at least convince her to take the divorce lawyer off speed dial.
I appreciate it, Astroboy. I’ll be in a hagwon south of Seoul (I purposely decided not to choose a Seoul hagwon, because I didn’t want all the distractions, and also because I’m trying to save money to finish my masters in education, and Seoul’s expensive.).
Thanks to the army and my work at a large college library, I actually know a couple of people in Korea. I can also read hangul and even a little hanja as well as speak a little Korean thanks to some helpful KATUSA’s way back in the day. It was boring being stationed in Korea, and I decided to learn a little of the language, which I managed to keep up with over the years. I’m not as good as an actual military-trained linguist, but I think I’ll survive.
I’ve begun to feel the butterflies. This is a big step for me. Away from my wife for the first time since the army almost 15 years ago. Total immersion in a foreign environment. Hired for a professional position I have next to no real experience doing (They knew this when they hired me), and a hell of a lot is resting on my ability to save up enough for grad school for when I come back after a year. I’ve been waiting for something like this for a few years, and now that it’s here, I find myself wondering if I’m up to the task.
But I think I am. Underneath all the nervousness (It isn’t actually *terror *yet.), I know that I was born to teach, and that I was an absolute fool to get sidetracked out of that back in my undergraduate days about 300 years ago. This job allowed me to leave my boring stress-burger job for something I might actually like doing someday. The nerves are just a sign that I care about doing a good job.
Sigh . . . That’s not going to change the fact that I’m going to be freaking for a while.