Asian Bubbles & Self-Segregation

Something sparked this post

I’ve just stumbled upon FungBrosComedy on YouTube and this video, Asian College Bubble. The brother proceed to describe three types of Asians in the Asian College Bubble. The Bubble being the self-segregating group of Asians who study, party, and hang out together. Which I feel like is seen on any campus for any and all racial groups (well maybe not whites?). Anyway. They go on to describe three types of people in the Bubble: 1) The Natural, 2) The Intentional, and 3) The Floater. Watch the video to find out what each ones means.

I guess I would consider myself a Floater. Although, at my college, I didn’t really hang out with that many Asians. Come to think of it, I’m not sure we even had a huge Asian population. I guess being adopted helped me not really gravitate towards just one racial group. I do have more friends that are white, but it’s not intentional. Although, I do feel odd when I’m around a lot of Asians. I feel out of place because I don’t feel Asian enough. Hopefully going to this Korean class has and will continue to help me embrace my inner Asian.

To end things up, a question for the Hubs. How does Zantac keep you from getting red before drinking? Seen 25 seconds into the video. I don’t know that I really turn red when I drink, but that’s for another post!

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Beginning Overcoming THE Language Barrier

It happened to me, Learning the Korean Language, My South Korea Adventure

Tonight started another path of my Korean Adventure. I enrolled at a local Korean Language School. Don’t worry. I didn’t give up my job to go to a language school every day, all day. I will be attending Friday evening classes from August to December and occasionally blogging about it. Keep in mind, this school is catered for children and I’m 26 years old (27 going on 28 in Korea).

First of all, let’s face it, I started sweating as soon as I got out of my car to walk to the entrance. I was incredibly nervous. Why? Well, wouldn’t you be nervous walking into a place where everyone knows the language but you?! Hmmm, that sounds like a rant for another time…

After what seemed to be a little confusion, the lady at the registration table finally understood I was there to take the class and that I knew very little Korean. While I was filling out some paper work that was meant for children’s parents (who to call in an emergency at a 2 1/2 hour class?), the registration lady pointed me out to another woman who I thought was dropping off her children. Nope. I quickly learned she would be my instructor when she pointed to a classroom and told me she would be back in a second.

As of now, I am thankfully the only one in my class! I don’t think they knew how many would actually show up for the “non-speaking Korean” class. Hopefully I will stay being the only one. Then I’ll just have one-on-one time and not feel even more embarrassed trying to pronounce words.

My teacher is really nice and I think she finds my story interesting. She was already tweaking the lessons to fit my needs. Meaning, she taught me how to say, “I am at work.” instead of me learning how to say, “I am a college student.” Now if my birth family tries to video-call me while I’m at work, I can try to tell them in Korean instead of saying, “At work.” over and over again.

Now, I realize I’ve gotten sidetracked but I promise I’m about to tell you why I am blogging about this first day. This is the break-down of my 2 1/2 hours at the School. The first two hours are dedicated to the language class (with two 15 minute breaks). The last 30 minutes are dedicated to an “extracurricular” class.

I believe what you pick the first day is what you go to the rest of the semester. There is an art class, a Hanja class (traditional Chinese characters), and then a KPop(Korean Pop) class. I would have gone to the Hanja class but I felt like one language at a time would be the best idea. So I, of course, choose the KPop class.

Finally! I’m at the real reason to my post. The teacher of the KPop class is a female about my age. One other person (a 14-year-old boy) choose this class too. The teacher thought she would have more of the younger kids…but that isn’t what happened. So, we watched some Korean Pop music videos and some Saturday Night Live Korea. I had no idea what was being said but I ended up seeing the SNL clip shown above(who knew Korea had a version?!). You can kind of tell what is going on from context clues. But if you don’t understand, then I’ll get the 14-year-old to translate for you like he did for me.

If you don’t understand it, there is basically this number that is being advertised for people to call and have someone curse/get angry/get mean at someone for you. Oh, us non-confrontational Koreans.