Getting settled in my Vietnamese ways…

Finally had a breath to kick back and relax!  I’m officially TESOL certified and out in the world looking for a teaching job in Saigon!  It’s hard to believe that just a couple of months

Relaxing!

ago I was the student and embraced everything that came with it . . . from doodling in class when bored, complaining about lengthy assignments and early classes and now all of a sudden, I will be on the other end of the spectrum.  I will be pleading that my students are on time (which Asian students are notoriously known not to be), that they are enthusiastic about the material, and that they don’t report me to the administration for playing goofy games or looking unkempt (Asian students may be lax on showing up on time, but they expect their teachers to fit a very strict dress code and appearance).  In Asia, appearance often trumps personality or skill level and unfortunately, those teachers who fail to fit into the “American” mold, tend to struggle with obtaining a job more than others.

On a completely different note, I am no longer living out of my suitcase!!  I have officially moved into a wonderful townhouse in District 3 with my 2 glorious roommates who are slowly and patiently providing free insight on how to not get dreadfully and utterly lost

The beautiful garden in our kitchen!

everywhere  I go (it’s a working progress) as well as free movie education (I am apparently completely uneducated – we’re checking Inception off the list tonight).  It’s amazing what money can buy in Asia – while most of my friends in the states are laying down life savings for a closet in NYC, I’m living in a 4 bedroom, 4 bathroom townhouse (skylight, garden, 3 balconies, and roof-deck included in extra perks).  Warning to those at home: expect me to be extremely frugal and obnoxious as a result of living over here . . . I scoff at paying 10,000 dong (50 cents) for a cup of coffee…

I am adapting to the ways of the land here and as a result becoming a little rough around the edges– I can argue my way out of being ripped off by taxi drivers (by argue I mean I’ve adopted the Vietnamese tendencies of screaming as loud as you can until the other person gives up), I can order at a restaurant in Vietnamese (I can even say “please” to ensure that not all Americans are rude and ignorant in foreign countries), I can ride side saddle on the back of a motorbike and well – I’m still working on directions…

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About aweinfur

Learning and Organizational Change graduate student at Northwestern University. Yogi. Happy.
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