Learning to speak Korean was high on my priorities when I first considered coming to teach English in Korea.
I had great plans of how I would study hard online for months and be able to speak Korean, at least conversationally, to a fairly decent standard by the time I arrived.
Unfortunately, because of the way my EPIK application played out, everything was up in the air and I was actually studying Mandarin Chinese until the final hour. The last-gasp switch and dash to Korea meant I arrived with little more than a smile and a wave in my locker.
Rather than being able to speak Korean, I spent the first few months largely limited to ‘hello’, ‘thank you’ and ‘goodbye’. All my efforts on learning apps and online podcasts improved my vocab and grammar knowledge yet I remained a mute, gagged by a lack of confidence, my tongue tied with doubt.
The words were there, but I just couldn’t seem to get them out. When I tried to speak Korean, it was like my mind was a library but the doors were locked.
So, in a conscious effort to improve, I set myself a mission.; to use a new phrase each day, starting with the teachers room in the morning – the setting for over a hundred magnificent utterances of hello and goodbye from yours truly.
For weeks, I had wanted to offer the ever-present vice-principal a coffee in the morning and to speak Korean to break the silence, if only for a moment. Before I knew it my chance came along.
I arrived a little early, he was there, alone, and he had no coffee cup in front of him as he pored over his computer, his brow furrowed in focus.
Raising his eyes for a brief moment, he nodded in acknowledgement of my presence, drawing my verbal response…
“Kyo-cam sunsingnim anyeonghaseyo” (hello vice-principal)
I strolled to the kettle, the hamsters running the show up above in my mind pushed open the library doors and found what I was looking for.
“Koe-pi deu-se-lae-yo?” (would you like a coffee?)
Stunned, he turned with a smile. He nodded and said “nae!!” (yes)
Awesome, this was going well, I thought. I poured the coffee and took his to the desk, gently setting it down within arm’s reach.
He thanked me.
I was feeling confident. I was actually starting to speak Korean.
So I took it one step further.
“Jam-shi-man-yo!”, I said, cool as a cucumber.
He looked at me, slightly confused.
I met his eyes. He waited, expectant.
Doubt kidnapped my mind immediately. I felt the library door in my mind close with an almighty bang as the hamsters were sent crashing against their wheel.
My mind went blank.
He stared. Silence fell between us.
I walked away leaving him hanging, his confused expression awkwardly frozen upon his face.
“What did I just say?”
It took me and Google a minute to figure it out.
Chun-man-ae-yo – You’re welcome
Jam-shi-man-yo – Just a moment please…
As I write this, I wonder is he still waiting….