Saint Patrick’s Day in Seoul, 2014


When you live in Korea long enough expecting public holidays from home to fall on their usual day or date becomes a waste of time. Really. Anyone American will be familiar with Thanksgiving falling on a Saturday, and even the Superbowl the night after. Irish, like myself, are now most familiar with a Saturday Saint Patrick’s Day, and yesterday was no different from other years (except for last year and the year before when Paddy’s Day actually fell on the weekend…which kind of ruins my point), the day of Ireland and it’s ‘ness was transformed from its early weekday schedule to a much more alcoholic friendly Saturday.

Korean Public School Class Schedule

If you are curious about the schedule of a public school teacher in Korea, I’ve shared mine in our most recent video! I’d say that my schedule is very basic and ideal. The classes are in large blocks with 10 minute breaks in between each class. My afternoons are free to plan for the next days classes, and I am able to teach one extra after school class for some extra money. As you can see, I teach each class once a week for 40 minutes. This isn’t ideal, but I work at a big school and there are too many students to teach them twice a week, so this will vary depending on your school.

Your schedule can change by semester or by the year, also depending on your school. My first year at this school I taught only 5th and 6th grade, so obviously I taught them 2-3x a week. Then they decided they wanted me to teach 3rd and 4th grade as well, and my schedule changed to what it is now.


From 6:30AM to 7:30: reading the news, writing, drinking coffee. The baby wakes permanently around 7:40, at which time all of us take turns in the shower. Watching him quiver excitedly in the blasting hot water is heartening. Around 8 we dress the baby, which is a two or three person job, as the baby struggles and screams violently whenever clothes are applied to or unapplied from his body. My wife, A., and I, rush through breakfast in less than five minutes. We have become like marines without the martial muscles; I slurp down every milked-soak grain of muesli in the time it takes to walk from the sink to the table, shoveling the slop down my throat.

Then we head outside, pile into a taxi, and drop the baby off at daycare. The driver always turns into a truefalse cul-de-sac which looks as if it leads onto the highway, even though it is blocked by several pointless boulders.

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