The Summer Finals for the Korean League of Legends division (which feature some of the best players in the world) were happening ON A BEACH in Busan during one of my last weekends in Korea and, obviously, I had to go, and also obviously, they had a K-Pop girl group kick the whole thing off with a performance that nobody really cared about. K-Pop performances : any event ever in Korea :: The Star-Spangled Banner : sporting events in the US. It’s a truly awkward thing to witness. There was a ton of people at this thing. Like, more than one would expect. Our seats were really good (they grouped all the foreigners together in a surprisingly decent section – you know, for foreigners) and we were able to leave between matches to go get beers and food, so it ended up being a really enjoyable evening, even if I’m not a good enough player to fully appreciate all that was going on.
Here’s what the beach (Haeundae Beachee) looked like a couple hours before the matches started:
In my heart, I was rooting for KT Arrows, but on the back of my hand I was a Samsung supporter.
The production was as dramatic as possible, with hype dudes, thousands and thousands of dollars worth of lighting equipment, overglorification of the teams competing, and a drone with a camera getting shots of the beach like this one:
It was quite the event. The matchup in the finals was KT Arrows vs. Samsung Blue (KT is a cell phone service provider while Samsung is a cell phone manufacturer. Both companies sponsor multiple teams.). Samsung White was a heavy favorite. The teams were sitting in bunkers underneath the screen and they’d discuss the match with their coaches between games.
This is one of the players reacting to the teams that’d just been selected. The crowd would cheer whenever a champion was selected. It was surreal.
Turn on the bright lights, and all of the other lights.
In-between-game drama (probz just got destroyed by Maokai):
In the end, KT Arrows, the underdog, was victorious. Korea, like the US, loves a winner, so the majority of people in the crowd was rooting for Samsung, but there was still a pretty big ovation during the trophy ceremony. The winning team from this tournament accumulated a bunch of points in the incomprehensible Korean league rankings system but did not end up qualifying for the World Championships (Samsung White, however, qualified, and got pretty far, but Samsung Blue was the ultimate victor).
The next morning I had to get up way too early to go to California Beachee, a water park north of Ulsan, to ride rides and scope out babes. Here I am enjoying meal with Jon Wong, one of the teachers at my school.
California Beachee is a small-ish water park in which everyone has to wear a life preserver and a hat (thus the hats) at all times. There are hourly K-Pop performances, obviously, and its food is not obscenely overpriced. I saw one other non-Korean person there and he would not high-five me. Whatever.
The park has a bitchin’ tsunami-themed tunnel ride. We went on that multiple times. And its log flume is intense (for me, at least). The best thing, though, was when I got put in a group with three college-ish girls to ride a tornado sort of thing and we got stuck near the bottom of the ride because I was so much heavier than them and we needed to be helped along by one of the attendants. Never had I felt so unskinny.
We ended up leaving the park in the early afternoon because it was cold-ish and a little rainy and the lines were crazy-long, but we packed as much water-related fun into hours as we possibly could have, so it was a good day.
THANKS, CALIFORNIA BEACHEE.
It’s been just over two months since I left Korea, which is a weird thing to write and a weirder thing to experience. My time there was, no doubt, a very important part of my young emotional story, but right now, as I sit at my desk in my room in my parents’ house in Massachusetts, it feels like it never even happened, like I only dreamt of going there. Korea feels as distant as it did before I left (geographically, and, like, emotionally).
My brains have gotten used to being back in the US of A way more quickly than I thought they would. (And, I mean, of course they have – I’ve been in Massachusetts for like 97% of my life, so.) A thing that eased the transition was the fact that absolutely nothing changed about Worcester while I was gone beyond the wings place on Park Ave going out of business and Santander seemingly taking over every available building and advertising break on the radio. It’s a little silly to expect anything to change in a year, but I don’t know. I was kinda expecting it to (maybe because so much happened to me during the year). Which is not to say that the stagnancy is a bad thing. It’s really nice to be able to go to the Gold Star and know that it’s going to be cheap and that some of the silverware isn’t going to be clean. I really, really missed so much of this place and if a bunch of it had changed it wouldn’t have felt as home-ish.
And, really, I didn’t change very much either. I did some cool shit, sure (nearly dying while riding on the backs of motorcycles in Bangkok?!), but the only discernible difference between Pre-Korea Brian and Post-Korea Brian is that the latter says ‘but lol in Korea they do it like this lol,’ much to everyone’s annoyance. Most people don’t care about Korea and certainly don’t care that you were there, and certainly certainly don’t want to read a goddamn retrospective blog entry about your time there. If your friends and family were interested in it, they would have been checking out all the shit you constantly posted on social media while you were there, and most of them don’t, now, want to hear about the time you saw a dog wearing sunglasses riding a moped in Daegu any more than you want to hear about how Dave saw a dog with a scarf catching a frisbee in Northampton. But still, when you’re on the plane heading back to where you’re from, you’re kind of expecting everyone to drop everything he’s doing and meet you at the airport and throw confetti and take pictures with you and update statuses and yell to the rest of the people at Buffalo Wild Wings that THIS FUCKING GUY, THIS FUCKING GUY WENT TO FUCKING KOREA. KO-RE-A. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT SHIT? because you did a THING. You went to a place and did a thing and you deserve praise. But going to Korea ain’t that sort of thing. Teaching English there is a good way to be able to travel around Southeast Asia and get paid to get hammered most nights. It was a challenging thing to do, at first, and it was important, personal-growth-wise, but beyond that, it had very little effect on things, and certainly not a praiseworthy effect on things. The increased numbers of likes you got on all your facebook posts because you were doing something interesting relative to the malaise of doing actually difficult things every day were the only positive feedback you’re really gonna (or should) get for going there (In my case, it was most definitely worth it – I got like 50 likes when I changed my profile picture to one of me standing in a field of flowers in Gyeongju. FIFTY.).
But okay, you gotta be left with something significant after a year there. It sure felt important when you were there. You’ve obviously already forgotten all of the Korean you learned, so it ain’t that. I think the real important thing to take away from a year in Korea, at least in my case, was a feeling of being marginalized HOLY SHIT WILL YOU UNROLL YOUR EYES FOR LIKE TEN SECONDS AND HEAR ME OUT. I was the only non-Korean person on whichever bus I was on or in whichever building I was in, save the foreigner bars downtown. And that aloneness was really strange for me (this is a different aloneness than sitting in your room by yourself playing League). That feeling of aloneness was reinforced constantly, with people making sure I knew I was a foreigner every time I did anything. There were instances of outright discrimination (Koreans Only bars and clubs, I’m lookin’ at chu) and then cases of social dickishness (my co-worker’s friends refusing to hang out with us because I was a foreigner). Trying to get anything done banking or healthcare-wise done was incredibly difficult, even beyond the language barrier, because of notions of how foreigners are different than Koreans (obviously there were some exceptions to this – my dentist was great!). You get used to it, but ugh. It’s no fun to feel like that.
In Korea, the hierarchy, from highest to lowest, goes something like: Samsung, Rich Korean Males, Old Korean Males, Poor Korean Males, Old Korean Women, Rich Korean Women, Eatable Animals, Pets, Poor Korean Women, Children, Hyundai, Poor Dogs and Cats, Foreigners. I got to feel kind of what it feels like to be a non-White-male in the US for a little while, is what I’m saying, and that perspective was and is really valuable (though obviously I had the option of leaving that culture and so my experience was certainly not on the same level of a person’s whose entire life has been spent in such circumstances). Also, I know the patriarchal bidness is real bad in the US, but holy crap, HOLY CRAP, the US ain’t got nuthin’ on Korea. Women are only valued, at least by the people I talked to, for their physical appearance, youth, and cleaning and cooking abilities, and the most attractive job a woman can have (like, most marriageable) is a school teacher. Like, I know shit in the US sucks for women, too, but Korea has some very 50s stuff going on as its status quo, despite currently having a female head of state (It, like any other, is a complex place and I don’t mean to say that it’s all backwards, but most people I talked to had some troubling ideas about the place of women in society.). Also, age is really important in the whole thang they got goin’ on (you aren’t allowed to make any decisions unless you’re over, like 80), and it’s really, really, really important in choosing a wife; if you’re an unmarried woman over thirty in Korea, your life is probably going to be really rough. The US obviously luvz youth, too, but I think Korea luvz it a little bit more; when people in the US are asking each other about a girl one of them is interested in, their first question is often ‘Is she hot?’, whereas in Korea the first question seems to often be, ‘Is she young?’ And, like, the two are intertwined anyway, wherever, so the distinction isn’t particularly important, but good lord is it an age-obsessed place (so turning thirty while there was peculiar).
But okay so the point here is that everything sucks for anyone who isn’t a male and white and young anywhere in the world and that sucks and the thing I’m kind of celebrating here is me feeling uncomfortable on a bus and it’s idiotic to claim that people giving me weird looks is somehow a life-altering, formative experience, BUT I think that was very close to important, developmentally, and worth reporting, maybe, and will at least aid me when I’m put in situations where empathy and compassion are helpful (though how much growth I experienced, intellectually, with respect to gender issues or otherwise, I don’t know – probz not much, if the recent conversations I’ve had are any indication).
(Note: My time in Korea was largely an extremely positive experience, but I’ve discussed the really good stuff in detail in previous posts, so I had to balance things out a little.)
I think writing about my time in Korea is coming out as a garbled mess because that’s sort of how it sits in my brains. It was a lot of stuff squished into a year and I’m not sure what to do with it, now. While I was there, time would pass quickly for a week, then molassesly for the next, and the next month it would feel like it was a total waste of everyone’s time and money for me to be there (my co-teachers would’ve rather had a dog there, most of the time), and then I’d be on top of a mountain drinking soju with a guy and feel like it was the best thing I’d ever done, and the whole time I was there was like that, all dilation-y and muddled with spikes of joy (ain’t talkin’ about syringes). The things that most often poke out from that achronal goop are the relationships with the people I met; I met some truly fantastic people while in Korea. What I miss most is not the food (totally overrated, guys – I lost like ten pounds, mostly because of the tentacle-heavy school lunches) or the kindnesses afforded to me by strangers or the gorgeous scenery (SHOUTOUT TO DAEWANGAM PARK) or the excessive drinking. I miss all of the friends I made (even Roy) so gosh dang much, more than anything else. We became so close! I think those friends will be the kind that keep in touch forever (or at least I hope so – it’s only been two months and already we hardly talk – gah!). The night I left was one of the most painful things I’ve gone through. Like half of my heart is still at Sticky Fingers. It really felt like I was making a mistake and sometimes it still feels like that. Teaching in Korea is a really good life, if you can get past all its not-so-great elements, so it’s an incredibly difficult thing to leave. But, in the end, it felt like I was sort of running from all the problems I had going on before I left, so I had to bounce.
My heart, though. MY HEART. 😦 😦 😦
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If I look drunk it’s because I was:
DOKDO FOREVER
I avoided posting pictures of the kids I ‘taught’, generally, because people get all weird about that (OMG BRIAN THEY ARE NOT ANIMALS IN A ZOO), but here’s one:
I’m really glad I lived some place besides Massachusetts for a year and I’m happy that place was Korea. I now both value what I have here more than I did before I left and have a better understanding of the incredible things that exist in the world beyond my hometown. Korea is a place that continues to undergo a crazy amount of change (most of it for the better) and it was wonderful to get to experience a place in such flux. No matter the place, though, the place ain’t all that important. People are people and they are complex and spectacular and worth getting to know and they make the place what it is.
Id est, Korea: good. People I met in Korea: great.
So concludes the Brian Does Korea blog (probably).