Today was the first time that I have ever had to go to the bank in order to open an account, and the experience was made worse by the fact that I had to fill the paperwork out in a language that I do not speak all that well... Knowing me, I also got all six of us foreign girls in trouble with Mr. Kim (one of many) because I was making people laugh and the bank is "place of business. Elena, quiet! You distraction." However, all of us girls survived the ordeal as well as our first Korean class for orientation. On that note, class was really fun! We were given letter cards and had to go outside and find signs that began with the consonants that we picked in teams of two. Finland and I were a team (Team Homestay :D), and we were so excited that we ran out of the YMCA building, and of course, we were rewarded with really strange looks from all the well- dressed Koreans walking by...
After class, we went out to lunch, and I ordered udon noodle soup with fried tofu, and when it arrived, there were some other things in the soup that looked distinctly ear- like. (I'm pretty sure that they were not actually ears). At least, they tasted vaguely like fish cake. Overall, today was a wonderful day, even though when I got on the subway to get home, everyone got off the train at one of the stops after an announcement that I could not understand... Then, everyone got on the next train that came going in the same direction after the train we had just been on went the rest of the way completely empty. I still do not have much of an idea of why we had to get off the train, since I just followed the elderly people, since I knew that they would not have given up their seats unless the announcement had been serious.
On Saturday, I did not leave the apartment. After I wrote my blog post, I watched nigahiga videos on youtube and read Harry Potter and Agents of SHIELD fanfiction. The highlight of my day was introducing my 11 year old (Korean age, so 9 in international age) host sister to One Direction music videos. We probably watched them for about an hour. For those of you who do not know, watching British boys fall while ice skating, get spaghetti poured on their heads, chest bump with stereotypical sumo wrestlers, and flirt with old women while driving motor scooters is always a good use of time.
On Sunday, my host mother (unni) helped me figure out the subway to get to the YMCA where I needed to go for the rest of orientation. This was so I didn't die, and I didn't when I traveled today (SCORE!!!!). But, I did show up about 45 minutes early this morning, since I could not remember the time and was worried about being late... Pictures of the hanbok I tried on with unni on Sunday should also be coming soon:)
Stay interested in life ("that's what makes you beautiful")
Te quiero mucho, mis angelitos!
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