Sunday, May 26, 2013

One Star and Stripes

Shit on me all you want, liking certain pages on Facebook has been very helpful in terms of finding unique things to do. Case in point, this past Tuesday. I saw on their page that a Brigadier General would be giving an, "Embassy Youth Forum" on the US-RoK alliance. Unfortunately, it directly conflicted with my US Poli-Sci class. I figured I'd ask my teacher for an excused absence, after all, I'd be learning about the international aspect of US political science. She said sure. It also helps that she's insanely cool, she tells random stories for about 10 minutes of each class ranging from which actors she thinks are hot, her research about homosexual Koreans, her attraction to Barack Obama, or how we should all get lives outside of school and skip class every once in a while to do something fun. Fittingly enough, she gave that speech the day I asked her if I could skip class next week. It's funny how things work out.

So the event was RSVP mandatory; no walk ins. The embassy needed my name, written in both English and Hangul, nationality, and school or workplace. They responded pretty quickly with a confirmation email both in English and Korean. Always fun to see how US offices in other countries work. They also had an extremely convenient map which said the embassy center was only 200 meters from the subway station. Little did I know that that map was fucking bullshit. But, since I am the son of Douglas Lyons, I left with plenty of time to get lost. 

The subway stop was not alien to me; it is the same stop of the War Memorial of Korea. What was alien to me was walking in the other direction. The map said walk straight and it will be on your right in 200 meters. 2 meters is 2 football fields, give or take a few feet. The only thing 200 meters down the street was an office that had a notary that did, "Interracial Marriages." It didn't occur to me that there would be special paperwork or bureaucracy for citizens of different countries getting married.It made me think of Loving Vs. Virginia, the most fitting name for the supreme court case (look it up). There were also a ton of stores selling huge paintings of galloping horses. It was really weird, not only because of the horse paintings, but the sheer size of them. They were the size of Homecoming banners, the ones football teams run through. One of the last things I'd expect in this neighborhood. But hey, I've seen a dude taking a shit on a street-corner in Manhattan while a supermodel walked by. Each city's got it's weird shit.

I looked at the map again and started scanning for landmarks. I didn't see the USO hall, but I did see the enormous sign that said "Hotel" written in Hangul. I was headed in the right direction. I kept walking until the shops turned into 10' foot high brick wall with concertina wire on top. I assumed I was heading to some important area.

Indeed I was. Pretty soon I saw a huge USO logo on a building and knew I was practically across the street. But there was no break in the wall. Woof. I thought I was gonna have to find a security gate and try to explain to the guard that I needed to get inside, but there was indeed a door in the wall. It had the same awning as the guard stands so I didn't see it at first.

I headed in the door with my passport out and proceeded to my security check. I emptied my pockets, went through the metal detector, and was then told to turn my phone off. Not too tough, I'd done the same thing about 3 months ago in JFK.

The inside of the American center was a whole lot like a tiny little library. There were books in English and Korean, as well as posters talking about US culture, government and customs. I didn't read it because I can't read Korean, but there were sports and Thanksgiving. Seems pretty accurate. There were chairs set up in the library's main desk area, it was pretty evident there were desks that used to live there because of all the desks in the corner.

As I sat down droves of people started filing in. What surprised me most was that I was the only white person there. The rest of the people were Korean. This surprised me because I figured that the US embassy event for youth would primarily attract Army brats, young expat English teachers, or random Americans living in Seoul. Turns out the only people in Seoul interested in this discussion were about 55 high school kids and me.

I knew they were high school kids for two reasons. First, about 7 of them had those giant Barron's SAT Prep books that nearly gave me a Vietnam flashback to Scarsdale High. I didn't even get one and those things are still associated with some of my finest memories of watching people sit on the side of the gym and talk about vocabulary. Good times. Second, about 90% of them were wearing school uniforms of one form or another. The best were the mustard yellow sweater vests with brown writing. They looked pretty awful. Not to mention it was like, 72 out, so those kids must have been dying in those sweater vests.

I was sitting in the hall when I saw the General's entourage arrive: A Colonel, Major, Sergeant of some kind, and a KATUSA soldier. It's good to be the king. I knew the General couldn't be too far behind, and soon enough he arrived with his panel. He sat at the front with the panel and moderator around him. The panel consisted of 4 international affairs students from different Korean universities, all in college, and all but one were female.

The forum started off with the Brigadier General Paul C. Hurley, Jr., doing a quick introduction of himself. I knew this presentation was going to be amazing when he said he attended, "The greatest institution of higher learning in the free world, Texas A&M." I'm not even an A&M fan, it's just the way he said it. He wasn't going to be a stuffed uniform, this guy was going to be one great speaker. Boy was I right. He'd been in the Army for 27 years which astounded the Koreans, but what astounded them more was the fact that he had a wife and kids (More on that later). He talked about previous command positions, how he originally never intended to be a career officer, and about his time here in Korea. Then the panel asked their questions.

The first question was what makes the US RoK alliance the so called "Greatest alliance on earth?" The General answered with a smile, "Because it is." Needless to say, I got some pretty huge chills. He then went over why the alliance was so strong. He said it all began with the shared sacrifice in the Korean war. Then  he said the physical security the US provided after the war begat the financial and economic security of Korea, as one cannot exist without the other. He also mentioned something that I did not know, US Forces Korea is a joint command: the US and RoK armies have a combined shared HQ and command structure. There are RoK officers and US officers serving as equals, at every single level except for absolute leadership (The USA has the highest ranking official in the command as of now, but that's scheduled to change in 2015.) He also said, on a lighter note, that there is so much connection between our nations on a personal level. He said he knows of a large number of marriages between Americans and Koreans and the large number of Korean immigrants living in America. He then asked the students to raise their hands if they had a relative living in the USA. Almost all the students did. It's times like that when I especially appreciate America's diversity.

Then he made his most important point. He talked about the KATUSA program, Korean Augmentation To the United States Army. Koreans serve under the US command in the US Army. They functionally are US soldiers put into the care of US officers, into the company of US soldiers, and under the jurisdiction of US military codes. They wear our uniforms, live on US bases and get all the equipment of US soldiers. He said the program was unique and that it is so significant because, "You [Koreans] put your greatest treasure, your children, your sons, into the care of the United States where you expect them to be treated like our own sons." That's heavy. With a neighbor as insane as North Korea, leaving your sons in the company of what amounts to strangers is no small step for Korean families. Nevertheless, Koreans take that leap because of how close our nations are. Damn.

Then the panel asked some questions about changes in command and the North. Pretty standard responses regarding military policy and politics. The discussion was fairly political and dry by my standards, but the General spoke with utmost confidence in US and RoK forces. He discussed how the RoK forces were EXTREMELY capable thanks to joint military exercises with both nations, and how well prepared our nations are for any volatile action from the Northern Neighbors. He made small jokes throughout which got my attention, but I don't remember them. Just know that he's a really good speaker.

Then they asked a question about cultural exchanges between US and RoK troops. This made him laugh and he told a great story about a program that runs at an Army garrison outside of Seoul. There is a university in the same town as the base, and many families on base have high school or college students of their own, so when terms are over all those kids are kind of hanging around base without much to do. They set up a cultural exchange program for the students where the children of US forces would celebrate holidays with Korean families and Korean students would spend holidays with the families of US forces. The most shocking part was that the Koreans had no idea that US soldiers really had families or kids or wives or husbands. This took me by surprise. In America all we do is think of reuniting our troops with their families and loved ones. Hell, we do that shit at sporting events just to make entire stadiums weep. There are youtube compilations of these. I guess not so much in Korea. I suppose when most young Korean men serve in the middle of their time in university they don't have to worry about children as much. I suppose they have families and girlfriends who miss them as well. It's just different. I guess it's the droves of single soldiers over here that give off that impression. Regardless, it's kind of cool when you surprise someone with knowledge.

Then came the hard hitting questions so-to-speak. By hard hitting I mean the ones with the most controversial topics. However, the General made these questions look like Trivial Pursuit Jr. history questions. Not only were his answers great, the truth actually shocked many Koreans. Firstly, he was asked about a legal jurisdiction question regarding US troops in Korea. Specifically mentioned was a shooting involving US soldiers and a BB gun. The question was asking whether the US having special jurisdiction was an unfair way to make sure US troops were not punished for their actions. The Generals first response was, "That guy with the BB gun, did you know he's sitting in a Korean prison right now as we speak?" The audience all shook their heads and some said "Really?" in Korean. That got them all curious. The General then talked about the percentage of US soldiers who actually got in trouble in Korea. "Actually" was a word I took with a grain of salt, there are all different kinds of getting into trouble. Getting blasted and being thrown in an MP drunk tank is one thing, being arrested for shooting Koreans is another. I know one is for sure counted, but the other... maybe not. Regardless, the way Korean media portrays US soldiers is just a really drunk disruptive bunch. The General mentioned that yes, the overwhelming majority of times there is a legal incident, alcohol was involved. This is sad, but not unexpected. He then personally mentioned Soju, which was really funny and got a lot of the audience laughing, but then said that alcohol abuse was and is a problem everywhere. That kind of shut us up. He asked how many people in the room had ever tried Soju, the Korean liquor. I raised my hand, as did about half the room. He said that most Americans have never tried Soju. The crowd was stunned. Imagine a college kid who's never had Natty Lite (His name is Thom). The General then said that the 20% ABV was deceptive and that it led to many young US soldiers getting blackout drunk quicker than expected and making stupid mistakes. If you've ever been out on a busy Korean street at night, I assure you, anybody with two working eyes could make this observation. But it's kind of different when you're dealing with an entire base full of young foreigners.

The next hard hitting question was about an Agent Orange dump-site under a US base on Korean soil, a pretty serious thing. Agent Orange was a defoliant used during Vietnam that was incredibly toxic and does unspeakable things to people. The General's response was one sentence. "Those allegations were proven false." I laughed out loud. The panelist had such a huge buildup to the question because she never saw the follow up to the massive Korean media witch hunt. Again, this came down to the media never reporting good news but only reporting the shitty yet exciting news. Papers gotta sell after all. The General went on to describe the lengths of the investigation, from tracking down and interviewing every single US and RoK soldier stationed on that base from Vietnam to the alleged date of the drums' secret removal from their underground storage. Not one soul knew of any Agent Orange. Then the Army let Korean teams analyze the soil and water all around the base. Not a trace of Agent Orange. The General knew his way around a tough question, but more impressively, he knew his way around the facts. He knew so much about these issues it made me wonder what else one has to know in order to become a General, not to mention the sheer wit.

After the panel had finished up their questions he opened up the floor to questions from the audience. The first question was interesting and deceptively simple. It was, "With US and RoK forces under a joint command, are there ever any doctrinal or policy conflicts between the militaries?" The General's response addressed that yes, each fighting force is an individual entity, yet each military has a very similar set of core values and ideology and that since both forces work so closely their policies and decisions produce very little conflict. This can probably be attributed to the fact that the US helped rebuild Korea and helped oversee its military since after the war. It only seems natural that we helped set up the RoK military partly in our image, and for this reason we get along well when it comes do addressing problems.

The next question was out of the blue and pretty forcefully worded, and actually the only time the General seemed flustered. A Korean guy in the front row asked why no recycling was done at Camp Casey and that it should be done because the Koreans were hosting us and that the US had no right to pollute Korean soil. The General said that to the best of his knowledge, all us bases recycled. Hell, he said he'd been yelled at for not recycling by a subordinate. The Korean man said that this was false, that he was a KATUSA soldier stationed at Camp Casey and that the trash was not separated. By now the Korean guy seemed pretty confident that he had the General backed into a corner. It sure looked that way to me. The General finally dodged the question and saved face by saying that on all the bases he'd been on, he knew recycling occurred and trash was separated. Then a voice from the back said, "Excuse me, Sir, but I can answer that question." It was the Major in the General's PR team. The big DSLR camera made it pretty clear that he was the photographer for the day. "Sir, all waste at Camp Casey is outsourced, recycling and trash separation are not done in-house." The General's face lit up with a smile and said, "There's you're answer. Thanks for throwing me a lifeline on that one, Major." Lots of the Koreans didn't understand that idiomatic expression, but I did and laughed.

There were a few more standard questions with short answers, like "The Korean government does the KATUSA lottery, the US Army doesn't pick people," or, "I don't know what's going to happen with the current area taken up by the Yongsan Base after it closes down." Then one girl asked what the General's thoughts on a US congresswoman who suggested that the USA pull out of Korea in order to keep North Korea calm. The General responded with a big smile and said, "How'd that work out in the 50s?" I laughed REALLY hard at that, but it took most of the Koreans about 3 seconds to get the joke, so it was me, the officers behind me, and the embassy moderator giggling like idiots while the Koreans let the humor sink in. Whatever, it was hilarious. The General said that that tactic wouldn't work, if the RoK wanted US forces out, we could and would leave as soon as possible. He also said appeasement was not going to work for such an unstable northern neighbor. That was great final question.

Then it was picture time. Each high school wanted their own picture with the General, so these crowds of about 15 Korean students would crowd around him doing peace signs and some K-Pop hand gestures where girls touch their face. The Major was taking some official pictures of the scene, but Korean kids kept handing him smartphones. I asked the Major if he wanted me to hold his big camera, and he gladly handed it to me. So I held this huge camera while the Major swapped through about 5 different Samsung Galaxies, but each time the kids kept changing hand signs. I told him to do the peace signs and he laughed. Day: Made. After the hordes of people, he finally looked at me and said, "I'm already late for my meeting, one more picture."


Well worth the wait







Sunday, May 12, 2013

Sore Thumb

Lately I've been really self conscious about being a foreigner. Some reasons are extremely stupid yet still get to me, others are legitimate things.

For starters, old Korean ladies always call me handsome. Then again, so does my grandma, so I guess it may just be an old lady thing. But they love my hair. Whenever I shop anywhere they always point at my hair and go "So handsome," or "Handsome guy!" This may be a direct translation for how they say "Nice haircut" in Korean, but I'm much happier than I am weirded out. At least someone's calling me good looking.

Then there's the matter of my Sasquatch feet. Some of my Korean friends notice them in passing, they usually laugh and sometimes have taken pictures for comparison. Others comment about how I dress kinda Korean, then I tell them that I can't because of my feet. I'm fine with this, I have roughly the same conversations with Americans. 14 feet aren't too common in the USA either. But then there are strangers who notice, primarily children. I've been on the subway alone and seen groups of children, usually girls, pointing at my feet and whispering and giggling. It's kinda funny, but also kinda weird. Interacting with children is entering that weird stage where I'm paranoid that people will think I'm a kidnapper. Being foreign doesn't help too much either in the whole "not wanting to look suspicious" department.

Also, I'm terrifying. Let's start with a preface: I know two female electrical engineers here at KU. One is in my circuits class, the other is coming to GW in the fall. Both girls are friends. Circuits girl got the courage to talk to me after GW girl got lunch with all the GW kids. Circuits girl and I have gotten dinner so she could practice English and so I could make a Korean friend. Win-Win. Now to me being horrifying. GW girl told me that there's another friend of hers in my circuits class who really wants to talk to me, but is too scared to do so. I told her to show me a picture and I'd say hey to her. GW girl then said that if I spoke to her friend that she would, "Run and cry she would be so scared." Jesus Christ. Who am I, Joseph Merrick? (look him up). Speaking a new language is scary, I won't deny that. But that's to strangers. This girl has not one but two points of contact to show that I'm not judgmental, really like helping people with English, and love to learn new practical Korean restaurant phrases. When I learned how to say "waiter" and "pay separate," I was PUMPED. I also like the expressions on their faces when I order in Korean without pointing. But yeah, I really don't like being scary to strangers. And being told that I make women want to run away and cry in terror is just a really big kick in the ol' self esteem. Mind you, this is just one of 5 girls that I have been told are horrified of me. Yeah, it kinda sucks. Whatever, they're missing out on a free dinner and a place to crash if they ever visit America. Their loss.

Little kids (infants-5) also LOVE to stare at me. Trains, buses, in those little baby papooses. They can't take their eyes off of me. It's strange. I make eye contact with the babies, and then they lock on I'm Sarah Connor and they're some new kind of baby Terminator. No blinking, just unbroken staring. I can deal with that, that's kinda fun. But the little kids stares are usually one way: them staring at me like children of the corn. I see it in my peripherals a lot, and try not to look back. Most recently this happened at a baseball game. Two kids would always look at me whenever I sang the cheers or yelled at a bad call the umpire made. I gave one of them a stare right back and they stopped. I felt kind of bad intimidating a child, but I guess I'll have to get used to that if I'm going to be a parent, which seems a whole lot harder than I previously  thought.

In other news, I'm much calmer now than I was last week. Things are starting to look up a little bit.













SAME in Seoul

Preface: I can't really talk about some stuff because I'm not allowed to recount base layout or architecture.


Back at GW, I am a member of the Society of American Military Engineers (SAME), and I made a few contacts in contracting as well as in uniform. One such uniformed contact is a colonel with the United States Army Corps of Engineers (USACE).  I knew that there was a large US military presence in Seoul, so I sent him an email asking if he knew anybody in the Far East District that I could meet with while studying abroad.

Boy, did he ever. He put me in touch with the commanding officer of the Far East District. Yeah, I couldn't really ask for a better connection. I had emailed with him a little but before heading to Seoul, but I finally set up a meeting with him this past Monday.

The Corps of Engineers base is not attached to the main garrison in Yongsan, it has its own separate site in Dongdaemun. The garrison was easy to find with the map the Colonel's secretary sent me, and it was even easier to spot in person. Not too many buildings in Seoul are surrounded by a 10 foot concrete wall with barbed wire. I got to the gate and told the guards that I had a 2:30 appointment with the Colonel. The first thing that surprised me was that the guards were Korean civilians, not uniformed personnel. I would soon learn why. The male guard didn't speak much English, so he referred me to his female counterpart. She asked me if I was the Colonel's son because we both had, "Handsome hair." I explained that I had a meeting and so she called the office to send someone down. She held onto my drivers' license and I went to the Executive Offices with an escort from a Korean guy from the office. I entered the office, walked up stairs, and saw the picture of the Colonel with the flag background in the hall. Yup, this was his post.

I sat down in the reception area, but first I thanked his executive secretary for helping me set up the meeting. We exchanged about 15 emails since I got here to get the time right, and I couldn't thank him enough. He said that the Colonel was excited to meet me and that he was looking forward to the meeting. Excellent, that was one fear down. I was petrified he was just begrudgingly doing this. Whew.

While sitting down I noticed a nice big grease mark on my pants from the hinge on one of my classroom desks. Classic. Luckily it was small and situated right below the curve of my wallet, so I wasn't all that worried. Then it hit me that I was meeting with a guy who has a $15 billion dollar budget to deal with. What. My shoes weren't even shined well and my pants were too big. I felt like I had no business being there whatsoever. It's a good thing I had my kickass SAME shirt on to keep me focused and remember that everybody's a young punk at one point or another.

I heard footsteps and then figured the time to not fuck up a handshake was swiftly approaching. Sure enough, "You must be Anthony" hit my ears and it was go-time. Colonel Donald Degidio couldn't have been nicer. Or taller for that matter. He was about 6'4" (1.93m for you godless savages). We shook hands and we went into his office. I'd never been in an executive office before, but this is pretty much what I imagined it to be like. A bookcase, personal cabinet, long table for meetings, big wooden desk with a dual-monitor setup, leather couch, huge wall-mounted TV, a projection screen. It had it all. And that was just the non-military stuff. He had about 9 swords on the wall, three full sized US, ROK and USACE flags behind his desk, his helmet and body armor on an armor rack next to the flags, 4 shovels from groundbreakings, and some personal decorations like degrees and pictures of his family. It's good to be the king.

We sat down and asked if I minded the game being on; the Phillies game was on. First time I'd seen American TV on a TV instead of a computer. I said the game wouldn't distract me, the Yankees weren't playing. He then pointed to his Red Sox ball on the shelf and asked if we were gonna have a problem. I could tell this was going to be substantially less stressful than I had previously imagined. We then had a sports talk. I said I support NY teams, Yankees, Giants, Knicks. He then said that casual Fridays on base mean no uniforms, but you have to wear an article of clothing from your favorite sports team. He then opened his cabinet and said , "I grew up in Rhode Island." Inside were jerseys from all New England sports teams. Patriots, Bruins, Red Sox, and Celtics, all customized. This really stood out to me. Individuality and the US military aren't really two things people tend to group together, but it is a testament to what makes America great. They may all be united by the same uniform 4 days of the week, but they're united in a different way on the 5th. Not as soldiers, but as sports loving Americans. Also, seeing your boss walk around in a rival team's jersey has got to lead to some slightly relaxed fraternization rules if there's a big game coming up. Trash talk is just one thing that cannot be contained.

Then he noticed my shirt. He made fun of it for having a submarine on it, but I told him not to worry; our t-shirt had the tank on it. He laughed and said he liked the sub more because it reminded him of his dad who built subs with Electric Boat at Groton. Engineering runs in the family. Heavy duty military engineering. He said his dad's world was turned on its head when they made the switch to nuclear. That must have been one hell of a meeting.

We then talked about engineering here at KU, GW, and here in on the base. He said the individual work aspect of things is pretty familiar to him, he went to The Citadel for his civil engineering undergrad, that's how he became an officer. We talked for a little bit longer about his and my personal lives, his son, my family, and a mutual distaste for multivariable calculus. I asked him about internships and he said they offered them to undergrads and recent graduates. I know what application I'm filling out the second it opens up.

He then offered me a quick look around the base. First, he told me that the base was half US and half Korean nationals. This explains the guards, as well as the huge number of Korean scientists I met. The soils lab was cool, but no experiments were going on, so we kept moving along. The main engineering building reminded me a lot of Tompkins, lots of CAD going on. There were also all kinds of different engineers. Financial, civil, electrical, mechanical, systems, you name it, they had it.  He then said he wished he had this in college, he did all his diagrams by hand. I then made a joke about miter lines and he laughed. He said I had it easy with CAD, he had huge portfolios of floor plans and diagrams. And I thought small scale construction lines were a hassle... Then his engineers showed me a program that could be used to essentially map out an entire building's layout. A 3D model with a separate layer for each part. One for electrical wiring, wood beams, steel beams, pipes, gas lines, if a building needed it, it could diagram it and see how each and every part would interact. I really liked this part. Seeing what I could actually be doing with my degree is what I wanted to do the most. Although I'm a mechanical engineer, it is highly unlikely I'll only be using Matlab, AutoCAD and Pro-E until I retire. So yeah, a glimpse into adulthood was much appreciated. The demonstration was also in a computer lab so hot that I had a flashback to the 4th floor of Tompkins, the hottest computer lab on the face of this earth. He said that I'd never been inside a computer lab in the South Carolina summer. I don't know, GW could probably give them a run for their money.

Unfortunately, his time was very short because he had another meeting, but I couldn't complain. I just got a site tour from an engineering executive. I was pretty thrilled. Even more thrilling were all the things he gave me.

Hat, Shirt and Command Coin!
I also got some engineering magazines (which have some pretty amazing ads for heavy equipment), a little book with a big "Property of U.S. Government" stamp on the inside cover, but most important was the command coin. That one really stuck out to me. The magazines will get recycled, and I'll grow out of the shirt at some point, but the coin will always remind me of my time in Seoul, my meeting with the Colonel, and the relationship between the US and Korea. I'm really happy with my visit from a professional standpoint, but more importantly from a personal one. The Colonel answered a lot of my questions, and said one thing that stuck with me. He told me that if I ever ran into trouble or needed help with anything at all that I could drop him a line and he'd see what he could do. He said, "We're an American family."

Amen to that




Saturday, May 11, 2013

Meeting with the Major

A few weeks ago I was lucky enough to get invited to dinner with a GW Alumnus stationed here in Seoul. He is a Major in the US army, so I was particularly excited when applying. Out of all the applicants (I think there were six), four were selected. This was kinda awkward because all of the GW crew at KU applied, and two people didn't get it. Woof. But at least I got to go!

The Major's apartment was about 2 blocks from Seoul Station, so we got off there around 6:30 and began walking towards his apartment complex. It was beautiful. Enormous glass towers in the shadow of Namsan Tower. If you don't know what that is, stay tuned.

The apartment building was brand new. By that Imean we stepped into the lobby, walked to the desk, which still had some painters' tape on it, and were pointed to the elevator by a guy whose nametag didn't yet have a name on it. The elevator had the plastic on the walls and there was a ton of hangul written on it in big industrial sharpie. So yeah, it was THAT new. But boy was it nice. The mailboxes were all stylish stainless steel and there were even lockers for large packages. Call me crazy, but I thought that was cool. The foyer was also marble with nice couches. They kept the lobby nice for people looking at apartments I guess.

The Major lived on the 21st floor, and when we got off all the hall lights were out. The only illumination was the exit sign, which is green over here. This place is backwards (kidding, I really like it here). We rang the LG doorbell, which played "No Place Like Home" and the Major invited us in.

The apartment was beautiful, huge closets in the hallway (turns out they were just for shoes. His wife LOVED that part), hardwood floors, a great big window overlooking Seoul, and a really new kitchen. His living room had a monstrous entertainment center and some couches that looked strangely out of place. When we commented on how nice the apartment looked, his wife immediately said "They're army issue couches, this place isn't as nice as it could be." We all laughed, and talked to the Major and his wife about ourselves, them, and life in Seoul.

They were great. Jeff (He said he gets called Major all day at work), was really funny. He told us about his time at GW and all the things he did as an undergrad. His RA was an art therapy major so he got to paint his part of the hallway like a jungle with birds and monkeys. He played in the varsity band and got to travel with the basketball team, which was apparently good when he was at GW, because he went to a whole lot of cities with the team. He hinted at some fun times on Bourbon Street when GW played Tulane, but left a lot to the imagination. His wife swam in college and made fun of him for being a band geek. They were really funny together and the six of us had a great time talking while dinner was being made.

Marci, the Major's wife, made us a fantastic home-cooked meal. She figured we'd miss American food and so she made us baked ziti, steak, broccoli, and garlic bread. More importantly, we got forks and regular sized napkins! The dinner was amazing. It had been about two months since I ate any home-cooked meals here, Korean, American or otherwise. It was also nice to have cheese that wasn't a melted Kraft single on top of noodles. But hey, I love Korean food. It's just nice to get a taste of home.

Jeff then told us about the benefits of being a part of the GW Alumni association, saying that they never ask for money and that they're technically separate from the university. He said they do good things for the students, and he said it's a really good way to make a difference in students' lives. Hell, he was doing that for us right now. I'd love to do the same some day.

He answered some of my questions about engineering (he's not an engineer, but he knows a lot of them here in Seoul), and one question I had a bout a piece he had in his house; the two blue star service flag. It was his grandmother's flag when his two uncles were fighting in WWII. His father was at West Point during the war and graduated right about when it ended, but his father insisted that his star did not deserve to be put next to his two brothers who were in combat. Each star was hand stitched onto the flag. Lots of emotions in that one flag.

The time flew by, and before we knew it it was 10. Before we left Marci took some pictures of us all together. The one below is the serious one we took, but we also took one where we did Korean stuff like peace signs and that thing when girls frame their faces. The Major said his men would die laughing if they saw him doing something so Korean.

America style
It was a Friday night, and we weren't really in any mood to go to bed, so we looked around for something to do. Within minutes, we found somewhere to go.
Namsung Tower 

 It was a short cab ride, but a monstrous hike up the mountain to the tower. Apparently there was a cable car, but I didn't want to spend $5 to do something that could get done for free.

Here are some pictures from the hike up, and then at the tower.












Actual Size: Me and Koreans





 We didn't go all the way to the top of the tower because we're cheap bastards. It was also closed. But for $25, I can afford not to look at stuff. It was a really fun night, and even nicer to meet GW alumni that care about the students. Jeff was a really cool guy and I hope to see him again in Seoul. I'm always down for another baseball game.









Sunday, May 5, 2013

Stressed in Seoul

It's 10:15 AM here in Seoul and it's just the beginning of a shitty and stressful day that came at the end of a shitty week.

First of all, I want to make it clear that I love it here and would not trade this experience for anything in the world. This country is beautiful, the people are well dressed and friendly, and I'm already trying to figure out how I can spend more time here in the future.

Which brings me to my first stress factor of the day. I have a meeting with the commanding officer of the Army Corps of Engineers here in Korea. He's a colonel who is responsible for a multi-million dollar budget here on the peninsula and I'm going on base to talk to him about working with them in the future. I'm 19 and own one pair of ill-fitting khakis. I have a thoroughly average GPA and a high school diploma. I'm really nervous that I'm under dressed, going to say something stupid, or am going to come off as uninformed and looking for a job based solely off of connections. I'm not even eligible to work this summer. I think it's pretty far in advance right now, but any connection is smart, right? I just don't want to come off as an asshole. It's been in the back of my head for a few weeks and this is kind of my first job interview. Also, I'm pretty sure my family isn't too excited that I'm interested in military work. And they're reading this. At least my dad and I made a ton of Stripes jokes last night when I told him about it. If you haven't seen Stripes, you're either a communist or a girl.

I'm also finding academics here extremely difficult. I miss having friends to do homework with. I also miss being able to communicate with TAs during regular office hours. All office hours are by appointment and I usually can't even attend because they can't speak English. I can deal with that, I'm in their country and I'm one white kid in a 65 person lecture. Statistically, I'm unimportant. On a personal and mental level, this is fucking torture. I can't even see why I lost the points (Which were EXTREMELY numerous) I did on the test. I tried for my thermo exam and I discovered that the leniency for partial credit is draconian. A whole lot of zeros for pages of work. So that's stressful. It's like math with Lynn Potter all over again (Scarsdale High people will get that).  Pop quizzes are academic terrorism. It's forced studying under the penalty of a shitty grade. It's really unfair to quiz us on something we haven't had a homework assignment on, let alone extort us into studying. At least I don't negotiate with terrorists. And by that I mean I don't have time to study for the potential quizzes because I'm too busy doing other homework and projects. The professors are good at English, but they tend to be much more distant from their students. Contacting professors isn't a normal occurrence, and some of them frown upon it. I miss Pedro Silva's nudge in the right direction on a Statics problem. I miss Dave's weekend story after explaining Greene's Theorem. I don't have that here, and my grades are taking a huge hit.

"But Tony, you're abroad! You only need to pass!!!"

I need to get above a C to pass. I struggled to do that in a few of my American classes last year. That was some maximum effort shit on my home turf. I'm kinda making due with what I've got over here, which ain't much. I don't know what computer labs I can code in, I don't know what buildings are 24 hour, the library closes at 11 and I have to teach myself all the material for one class. So telling me to chill out kinda pisses me off. Not every class is Marketing 1001 where a set of flashcards for bolded textbook terms will guarantee me a 100% on the midterm. Also, equation sheets are nonexistent. That's just like the real world, where I'll be alone in an unlit cave calculating mutual inductance with my abacus and using coal to show my work. This is the 21st century. Yeah, I want to work with the military, but I don't think I'm gonna need to know how to derive a power graph for an inductor in a fucking foxhole. But hey, if I am, someone PLEASE  humble me. I'm not trying to make excuses for poor performance, I'm just saying it's not only difficult to work hardest, it's also a severely kneecapped maximum effort.

There's also an immense pressure and compulsion to see more of Korea than I already have. Then again, there's always a test or midterm or some project ready to kick me square in the teeth on any given Monday or Friday. So it's pretty hard to plan trips. I want to see the UN cemetery in Busan, but that's gonna be one hell of a hard trip to fit in. With teachers bringing up tests a week in advance, usually on Friday nights, it's kind of hard to plan ahead. On top of that, I need to study and do homework for OTHER classes who have quizzes and tests. Unfortunately, I've had to cancel some trips I was hoping to do here. Also, the reality of leaving Korea has begun to set in. Finals are in about a month and a half. That's only about 5 weekends left. With tests, that's only about three left free. I'm not ready to leave, but there's nothing I can do about it. If leaving a city is this depressing, death is gonna fucking SUCK.

Back to doing homework with friends. Not only do I miss them, I miss sitting in Funger or Duques or Rome and doing problems on a whiteboard so we can all learn what the fuck is going on with these 22 integrals and sigmas. Here I'm at a computer in the library hitting my face against the desk because I have no idea what's going on. I can't really talk to people in my class because well, I can't speak Korean. Also, many students are commuters so they work alone as well. I really don't know how they do it. I also tend to get pretty morbid and pessimistic when it comes to grades. Have I calculated my overall GPA if I fail all my engineering classes this semester? Yup. It's ugly. REAL ugly. Have I evaluated my career options with a full semester of Fs on my transcript? Yeah, even uglier. But it's not gonna happen. I just perpetually stress myself out. Becoming fully caffeine dependent isn't helping anything either. I either function normally without it, or am miserable without it. This is gonna be one shitty habit to break when I get back to America.

There are also some general frustrations with Korea that I've encountered. I can recognize when people are talking about me in front of me, but I have no idea what they're saying. I know the words for "Foreigner" and "American," so that tips me off when people are talking about me. But what they're saying is a different story. Being the self-conscious bastard that I am, I always assume it's something shitty. Being different kinda blows. I miss regular sized napkins and I wish people would flush their toilet paper instead of putting it in the garbage can.

Dating's also kinda stressful and annoying. I've been invited to dinner/asked a few girls out. They all say yes, but it's pretty annoying when they apologize for having to respond to a text from their boyfriend. Yeah, that was unexpected the first time it happened. By the most recent time, it just became one of those classic examples of my shitty luck. I can still appreciate the irony that is me starting to talk to girls when there's a huge language barrier. It just blows when they mention that they enjoy Terminator, Star Wars and Back to the Future. Oh well. Can't win 'em all. It would just be nice to win once.


On a more positive note, I've lost about 10 pounds since I've been here, so I'm really happy about that. I think this is the lightest I've been since 8th grade. I'm down to 210 lbs right now. I've lost 80 lbs since senior year of high school which feels great. I just need to get back in the gym this summer and keep working hard to reduce my body fat percentage. It's nice knowing I can work hard at something and have concrete results. Having my fate in my own hands will be a nice change from Kirchoff Loop problems not even Kirchoff himself could solve.


Friends and family, this post may have worried you. Do not be alarmed. I just needed to vent. A lot. This post was really helpful and I feel substantially better right now.Shoot me an email, FB message, or Kakao message and I'd be happy to catch up if you're so inclined. GW people, good luck with finals. My sisters, good luck with your upcoming surgery, comedy shows and wedding (which I will be home for). Pop, good luck with getting your clients to plead guilty when it's in their best interests and good luck on trials when the state's case is weak. Mom, good luck with keeping the Civ-Ed group in check when they come to the food bank. I know nobody makes boxes like I can. Gram, Korean lunches are a different experience, but they don't have anything on your tuna sandwiches.  Remember one thing, I'm extremely thankful for each and every one of you in America, Korea, and apparently Russia and Germany according to the IP location of some of my blog hits. I'll see you all in July and I know my family will still love me, my friends will still care about me, and my enemies will still be starving their asses off north of the DMZ no matter what happens this semester.

Gyeongbokgung Palace

Ok. Midterms are over, so it's back to not-work.

If you're just tuning in, I had a big adventure last weekend and decided to break it up into two posts because I'm already a pretty long-winded blogger. And there are LOTS of pictures in this one. So I was in a very large pedestrian area between two very busy roads. Then there was this castle.


It was about 3 when I got there, but I wasn't going to not go into this castle. So I crossed the busy street to get a closer look. I'm extremely glad I did too, the palace is my new favorite place in Seoul. I personally prefer the historical locations to museums. It's one thing to see something that had an impact, to me it's a whole other thing walking in the same places where history happened. Battlefields, private homes, even landmark buildings are my favorite places to visit. Appomattox, Graceland, Biltmore, Mount Vernon, I would love to visit them all. But hell, I'm on the other side of the planet. I may as well see how they do historical stuff over here. The answer is extremely well.

After crossing the street, I see the palace guards at the gates.







They stood still like the ones at Buckingham Palace












It took me a while to see whether or not they were just mannequins because their facial hair wasn't real. I figured they just put some fake beards on the mannequins until I saw one move his eyes. Kinda scary for a second, then I realized that it makes sense for guards to be disciplined. As I walked through the gate, I saw this beautiful mural on the ceiling



Colorful drawings of mythical creatures? Yeah, this place seemed directly up my alley. I stepped into a pretty barren courtyard, just the stone walkway and sand around it.



Not too much going on, but that's when I realized of course it's plain, you have to pay to see the good stuff. So I did. It cost a whopping 3000 Won. In terms of not monopoly money, about $2.75. The rest of my day was just walking around the palace looking at the beautiful architecture and colorful designs on the roofs, ceilings and doorways. It was absolutely beautiful. Also, I stumbled across the Korean presidential residence, The Blue House. It was right outside one of the palace's side gates. Here are a ton of photos from my day at the palace. None with me in them, sorry Mom and Pop.

The second gate





The Throne Room


Back of the second gate




The throne


Meow





The pond adjacent to the banquet hall 









The royal coffin chambers










The Blue House



The palace gate leading to the blue house


Another beautiful ceiling mural
















My 2nd favorite picture of the day





My favorite picture.




Map of the Palace








Lyons know what's up


So yeah, that was the palace.

And then, being the blind idiot that I am, I totally missed the naval memorial to Admiral Yi.













It was a good day in Seoul. It was the first time I really felt like I was in the Capital City of another country.



I'm really gonna miss this place.