Occurred August 2007, Written Sept. 2007, Revised Feb. 16, 2010.
In August 2007, I took a job at a “prestigious” (it was self-proclaimed, never actually proven) private English academy in Seoul. I had a good feeling about this place. The salary was extremely high and, unlike previous schools, it had a large number of foreign teachers.
It didn’t take long before I figured out something was wrong. This school wasn’t all it promised to be. There was an almost tangible tension floating between different sects of foreign teachers, not to mention Korean management that believed in working you until you bled.
When you travel and live overseas, you’re bound to meet an assortment of odd people and this school was no different. They include, but are not limited to, the manic depressive, the hyperactive, and the socially repulsive. Some can be fun and interesting and others need long intensive therapy sessions with strong antidepressants they can suck on like Tic Tacs.
The 20 foreign teachers at my school could be seperated into three categories: the assholes (the largest constituency), the downtrodden, and the morbidly obese.