The peak

Between traveling outside of Seoul, completely abandoning my workout routine, grieving not being able to visit home, studying Korean, getting my hair cut by a Korean for the first time, significantly improving my make up skills and, behold, drawing a set of emoticons for a popular Korean messaging app, it’s been a busy summer, no doubt. So what I’m doing in the middle of the night, while awaiting my first day of class (after announcing to the world that I will, in fact, be going to bed early tonight), is, of course, coming back to my dry blog, my absence on which was kindly pointed out by my aunt (I melted) and providing you lovely lot with another short proof that I am still alive.

I have recently passed my one year mark with Korea and I almost cannot believe that so much time has already passed. Lots is still new and exciting, academics keep me busy most of the time and I can either do exciting stuff or write about it, there’s simply no time for both. My brother once asked me just how I think I’m going to have any readers if I post so irregularly. No one tell him that, but he’s probably right. Even I continuously tell myself: “I’ll write a new blog post today. Definitely today. Today is the day.” But then I have to move all of my possessions to my new room or try to catch up with the busy lives of my friends in different time zones or sometimes even just get that minimum amount of sleep required not to collapse the following day. Without a doubt, there are not enough hours in a day to do everything. However, I felt like a reflection blog post was in order, since I likely won’t be able to recap last semester’s or this summer’s stories in person to my friends and family. Not anytime soon, anyways. So here we are, hope you all still remember me.

I’m sure the spring semester was unconventional and challenging for almost every student. Myself included. I’m not going to write about the obvious again, because at this point we’ve pretty much heard it all. Partially, as usual, it was also my own fault for having taken on quite a lot of work, because clearly I have no concept of sparing myself. This is the point on my blog when I discourage my readers from taking 21 credits that include calculus and a design studio, as well as a *your third language class* taught in *your fourth language* (although this turned out to be a quite pleasant reverse Korean class for me). Finals week was a blur and I have no idea how I managed to maintain a friendhip-preserving social life along with a scholarship-worthy GPA at the same time. Just call me a genius.

However, after filling out 2 notebooks back to back with calculus problems, I can proudly say that my calculus knowledge has forever peaked. Seriously. Ask me what’s 2+2 and I probably only know because of Big Shaq. Area under a curve? Let me curve that question real quick. Taylor series? I don’t know her. The Sandwich Theorem? I am most definitely not thinking what you’re thinking.

I did very much enjoy my basic design studio (a/n: not a diss, this is the literal name of the class), even though it ate up my nerves and my time like nothing else. I recently got approval to take the same professor’s class starting this week and let me tell you I have never been more excited to get assignments because that syllabus be looking fiiiine. I just hope Rona doesn’t ruin the fun, like it almost ruined my summer.

Despite not being able to go abroad, I managed to spice up my holidays with some domestic travels to Icheon, Jeonju, Busan, Jeju island and around Seoul, most of which left me wanting to go back and looking at my photos mad that I forgot to take off my mask.

Also, since deciding that I wasn’t going home for the summer, I spent so much time with one of my, if not the best friend here in Korea that I was, at any given point in the day, probably at her house, walking to or from her house or sleeping. It reached a point where we even joked that if we got infected (yes, we, because come on), we could at least quarantine together, not that we weren’t already doing that. It amazes me how she’s still not tired of me. Jokes aside, I am extremely thankful to have her, because the past few months that I spent with her wayyy surpassed all of my expectations for the summer. Don’t know if my fragile heart can handle this temporary decrease in the frequency of us going out for dinner or (and) bubble tea, but my thighs will be grateful. Feels kind of like a break up and I am not enjoying it. When I said I wanted the summer to end I meant the humidity, not seeing her face 24/7.

I won’t go into any more detail now because I am tired and because, though my blog is sometimes funny and ‘a pleasure to read’ (or so I’ve been told), what it is not is informative, at least not in the way you’d imagine. Unless reading a mix of internet talk mixed with some irrelevant details about my exciting-beyond-imagination life is your cup of tea. Then welcome to the fam.

Alright, catching some zzzs now. Hope everyone is having a wonderful and safe day.

I’m sick of this

Going back to Korea in February, when my winter holidays were coming to an end and in the midst of Korea’s confirmed cases spike, was, in the eyes of many, a bold move on my part and a downright irresponsible thing to do by my mom, who decided to take her slightly asthmatic youngest son to the other side of the world to see for themselves where their daughter and sister is studying. A month later, now that the virus is starting to spread in Slovenia (which, to be fair, was only a question of time), I still think not going would have been a mistake.

Even though my university, like many others, cancelled this year’s graduation and entrance ceremony, postponed the start of the semester by two weeks and implemented various other safety measures to prevent the spread of the virus among their students, life in Seoul did not suddenly stop because of the covid-19 epidemic. Naturally, the markets are not as lively and the touristy spots not as crowded, but I could not imagine people missing work, panicking or stocking up food. Rather, there are countless notices with the suggested preventive behaviors that everyone sticks to and constant phone alerts to notify you about about risk areas in respective regions of Seoul. The public is kept informed and less panicked as a result. Looking around at any moment of the day, more than nine out of ten people on average are wearing a mask and hand sanitizer is freely available in most public places like buses, subway stations, stores and toilets. It is because people here are aware of one thing, practiced in their culture for as long as they can remember. Society before individual.

One can only stay safe and healthy if they are surrounded by healthy people. No amount of hand sanitizer and no number of face masks is helpful, if your country is flooded by infected virus transmitters. That is why everyone needs to act responsibly in order to contain the outbreak as soon as possible. Yes, I’m looking at you, people who steal and stock such goods and ruin positive public health initiatives. People who need masks for more than reassurance that they are doing everything in their power to stay healthy are healthcare professionals like doctors and nurses, who are in close contact with numerous ill people every day and hence exposed to not only contracting a virus but also spreading it very rapidly, and people infected with the virus, because the novel coronavirus spreads through droplets when a person sneezes, coughs or speaks closely with another. It has been shown that wearing a mask is far more effective at containing the virus to the wearer than it is at preventing the wearer from getting infected. Therefore, people who have been at risk of contracting the virus or are suspected of having been infected should be the ones putting on a mask when going out in public and visiting the appropriate health institution.

However, the public is incredibly quick to point a finger and glare at people, blaming them for getting infected, which saddens me immensly. It’s not like anyone wanted an outbreak of a new disease to happen and affect hundreds of thousands of people. It’s not like anyone wanted to get infected, much less spread it around. The worst thing we can do in this epidemic time is use the fear instilled in us by the scary statistics to fuel our hate for others, to excuse our racism. This is a fearful time for many. There is no culprit to be found and nothing to be gained by searching for one. Let us all be conscious of our thoughts and actions and let us not forget human decency.

Finally, I am happy to report that my mom and brother are back home, healthy as ever. I am sure that they also have themselves to thank. So, you too, dear reader, stay safe, wash your hands and let’s get through this together. All of us.

Appreciation post

As this semester (and with it my first Korea experience), this year and decade are all coming to an end, I’ve been thinking a lot about the people who have greatly influenced my past couple of months in Korea. And I was faced with the realization that, though you cannot like and be liked by everyone, I am overall much more than just satisfied with the people who have been in charge of my academic experience at KU – the professors. And not being able to express my appreciation to them personally, for fear of coming off as if I’m looking to improve my grades via flattery, I have decided to dedicate a blog post to the people who have helped me grow and develop as a student. So, here we are.

Let me start with the professor that saw me every day for two and a half hours, our 선생님. I’m sure teaching the Intensive Korean class is not much easier than attending it and as motivation and energy decrease with time, it would have been easy for the class to become boring and exhausting. Not on his watch. There was rarely a time when he was not trying to make us laugh, be it with puns or funny examples. He tried to keep his positive attitude even when all of us, the professor included, barely had enough energy to stay upright. He was extremely thoughtful and even bought a cake for my birthday, that was the first time I ate one with chopsticks. I am genuinely thankful that he made learning Korean a pleasant experience. I enjoyed the course till the very end and am already looking forward to the next semester.

Twice a week, I attended a course on Ancient Chinese Law and Philosophy. One of the rare classes where attendance was completely liberal, but I still ended up going to every single lecture. Call me a nerd and see if I care. He is so well-read and charismatic that it was a real pleasure listening to him. I am seriously considering just showing up to some of his lectures next year. Though his subject is not exactly what I’d imagine I’d enjoy a couple of months ago, I even had a good time revising for the exam with friends. Not only did I learn a lot about Confucius and his teachings, I find myself applying some concepts to my daily life as well. Just goes to show that sometimes when life throws unexpected things our way they can end up being blessings in disguise.

Another professor I had the pleasure of seeing in my morning lectures and, let me just say, being able to eat your breakfast while looking at memes and having class discussions with that really cool person next to you (shout-out if she ever reads this) is the way to go. Besides, most of the assignments and the midterm were group projects, so they ended up being pretty fun to do anyways. I think I learned a lot from just being required to participate in class and critically think about concepts before being given the answer, as I did quite some analysis on my own that I could’ve just searched up online otherwise. I can definitely say that the professor knew how to keep us interested in the content of his lectures.

I have a lot of compliments for the class after it as well. Though I’m not into public speaking at all, the presentation I had in this professor’s class was the least stressful one to date. I felt comfortable and confident and I hadn’t even practiced that much. (Or at all, to be completely honest, but don’t tell him that.) He seems to be a really approachable professor in that he never pretended to know everything and quite frequently appreciated points raised in our debates that he hadn’t previously thought about. And though this is most probably a cultural thing, a simple social requirement he grew up practicing, he always asked “how are you?” when we met outside of the classroom. And I appreciate that.

I’m grateful to the Korean professor who was the first and only one to reply to a stressed ol’ Maja, when she couldn’t get enough credits during her course registration. A very kind and friendly professor, who thanked us for coming to class at the end of each lecture and whose passion for teaching could be seen in the way he got excited about topics and examples he was explaining. He occasionally commented on pressing world issues or recalled a time he went to Sicily and was just so nice of a person in general that I couldn’t help but overcompensate for other students’ lack of attention by nodding vigorously when we made eye contact and smile at all of his jokes.

Feeling like it might be unfair to leave out a professor just because my experience in his class was not as pleasant as it could have been, I need to also mention a course that taught me how to pour my absolute everything into a project. Three-quarter-nighters were not uncommon before this class and I spent a lot of my time and energy self-teaching myself skills that would help me achieve the goals of the professor’s assignments. Regardless of how the class turned out, I do feel that I have learned a lot about how I prioritize and about how much I am willing to sacrifice in order to sleep peacefully, knowing that I’ve done my best.

A special mention should also be given to some professors from my department. Recently, I have started feeling much more optimistic about my academic future at KU, partly thanks to their efforts. Firstly, along with a friend of mine, I was invited to a lunch with our adviser, which made us feel a lot more included in the affairs of our department. Besides, we got to spend some time talking to a well-educated professor who seemed to really be interested in what he was asking, despite the meeting likely being included in his job description.

Secondly, an International Students Workshop was organized by two foreign professors of my department, aimed at improving the program to better suit our needs, and there are not enough words in my vocabulary to express how grateful I am for that. It has easily been one of the best moments of my first semester in Korea and that is saying a lot. I felt heard, I felt less alone in the struggles that I had been facing thus far and I felt excited to learn from them in the future. I felt included. I left that workshop with a huge smile on my face, despite the fact that I had a final exam right after it finished. None of the praise that I can think of right now does justice to how I felt in that moment and if, god forbid, this blog is ever found by the aforementioned people, I hope they realize just how much their efforts mean to me.

All in all, I believe it is important to acknowledge and express my appreciation of people who often get forgotten in the conversations about university life. Because they do deserve some credit for my current satisfaction with life. A big thank you goes out to all of them. Let me wrap this post up with the following quote from an unknown author: “Not all superheroes wear capes, some have teaching degrees.”

Expectation vs. reality

If your initial reaction to my new post was “she’s probably in the middle of exams” then congratulations, Captain Obvious. When else would I have the time and energy to spare?

I usually find myself wanting to write blog posts when I’m feeling down. Maybe that’s why I have like 10 unpublished drafts. My blog is a nice listener. He doesn’t complain, he pays his full attention to me, he doesn’t tell me I’m exaggerating or stressing too much. But most of all, he is always available for a quick therapy session. And I hadn’t expected needing one every so often before coming here. Among other things, of course. So, I’ve compiled a short list for you.

*Attention! This article is incomplete. Help by asking me about points of interest so that I can expand it.*

1. Never forget your math

Time to revise your addition because calculating the time on the other side of the world is your new daily must. Don’t come at me with your “but there’s an app for that” because let me tell you that trying to coordinate a Skype call a week in advance with our busy schedules would be difficult enough without having to compare three different time zones. Not to mention that the conclusion usually ends up being that either party will be asleep during the only time interval when the other is free.

2. You thought you liked spicy food

Some people enjoy spicy food and some people enjoy absolutely destroying their taste buds. I have gone from the former to the latter in about two months. There is no other way to describe some of my first experiences with Korean food other than pain. After the first bite, they could have been serving me absolute garbage and I wouldn’t have noticed the difference. You’re sweating and your nose gets all runny and it looks like you’re about to cry. Talk about symptoms. Yet I now frequently not only bear but also genuinely enjoy some Korean dishes that would send my fragile best friend to her grave. Unless grandma steps up her game, Christmas dinner is about to be tasteless.

3. What do we want?

Speaking of food, the food sharing culture in Korea has quickly infiltrated my habits. It is unusual to eat alone and dishes usually come in portions too big for an individual to finish, no matter the starvation beforehand. Rather, a variety of dishes is ordered and shared, which makes having two food mates, one with a similar and the other with the complementing taste, essential.

4. Coffee shops

No, not the Dutch ones. I mean the ones where you actually buy a bitter-tasting dark brown drink for the price of a lunch. I feel qualified to speak about this topic despite not being a coffee drinker myself, because next to extensive options of caffeinated drinks, there is usually a thing or two on the menu that I can order. If you’re expecting to sit down and have coffee brought to you, think twice before stepping into a cafe here. You will get a buzzer that will alert everyone in a 5-meter radius that your drink is ready to be picked up from the counter. Additionally, it is not uncommon to get takeout which is usually cheaper than enjoying your drink in a reusable cup, which defies all reason and common sense. Though, it can be partially explained with the fact that cafes are usually busiest after class, filled with students who prefer the atmosphere to study rooms.

5. K-pop

Need I even say more? Unsurprisingly, when I announced my decision to study in Korea, a lot of people assumed it was due to the recent popularity of Korean music and dramas. And while I do occasionally enjoy a good binge that I justify with having to practice my listening skills and am no stranger to K-pop either, I just assumed other foreigners and Korean people would not have drastically different attitudes. Rookie mistake. More often than not, I find myself being the only one who does not recognize a famous actor or who cannot list and rank my favorites of any given group that comes up in conversation. Granted, Korean music plays when you’re walking down the street and celebrities stare at you from buses, but it plays a much bigger role in the hearts of people than I anticipated.

This is just a quick and short update, because I realized that I’ve barely talked about Korea at all. I may come back and edit this once I catch up on all the sleep I have been and will be losing these days, no promises though.

*To be continued…*

오늘은 여기까지~

A TMI on my insecurities

I’ve met a lot of new people since moving to Korea. That’s kind of what you’re forced into if you don’t want to be alone all the time. In a weird way though, it feels like I also met another version of myself by moving here. I am discovering a new Maja. A Maja who cries while eating spicy food. A Maja who is suddenly not that uncomfortable with people knowing about this blog. A Maja who enjoys disagreeing on controversial topics. And most importantly, a Maja to whom academic success is more important than she cares to admit.

With the exception of one class, where the professor postponed our midterm to my birthday, I have now survived my first exam period. Yay me. In all honesty, I was expecting to feel better about my performance on the exams. It’s not that I did badly per se, but university is just a whole another level of crazy. And I did IB. Maybe I shouldn’t generalize and stick to “Korea University”, seeing as I’m not qualified to compare it with any other institution. Anyhow. I studied and prepared, expecting to leave the lecture room with my head held high, not with trembling hands and in search of comfort food.

Korean speaking left me feeling like someone forcefully erased my entire hard drive during the ten minute break after the writing test and re-uploaded information as I was walking out. “That’s what he meant!”, “Argh, I should’ve said that 10 minutes ago!” and “I know that, oh my god, whyyy?!” kept replaying in my brain like a broken record. Hear that sound? That’s everyone who’s ever taken a language test relating to me. On top of that, most of my exams are not even related to what I want to study, which is like an instant turn-off for my tired brain. Combine that with the mental handicap of knowing you will run out of time as soon as the task is announced and forgetting to bring a calculator to your accounting exam. (I literally had one job. Smh.) So here we are, my mental state of the last week.

I might have an entirely different, possibly (and by that I actually mean very highly likely) less dramatic outlook on life in about a week, when I find out how I scored. But until then, I have found myself in the same there’s-nothing-I-can-do-but-wait state that I wrote about in my first blog post. And even though I consciously tell myself that “there’s really nothing you can do now” and “you did your best” and “grades don’t measure intelligence”, I cannot fool how I feel. I cannot fool myself. I’m smart like that.

The thing is, being kept unsure is worse than knowing you did badly. The devil is in the anticipation. At the moment, almost anything is still possible, including both extremes. So you’re trying to hope for the best while preparing for the worst, which messes you up emotionally in ways you didn’t think were possible. (Side note: if there’s a professor reading this – have mercy and grade quickly.) And then, when you finally manage to forget about it for ten seconds, some idiot brings up the topic again. It’s never-ending suffering until you see that number. Once you find out the result, you can either celebrate or start dealing with it and eventually move on. I’m not saying it’s always easy, but it is what it is.

Which brings me to another point. I have been lucky enough, and I say this in the least conceited and sarcastic way possible, not to have experienced a great deal of failure in my life, especially in the academic sphere. Thanks, parents. However, this puts me at a disadvantage when dealing with rejection, disappointment and non-success regarding my intellectual performance. And I’m scared. Because when you’re not used to barely passing and trying to catch up with your classmates, you’re not sure you’d know how to accept it, should you ever have to. It’s not something I relate to, it’s not how I view myself, it’s not how I want to be. And yet, what if. I’m scared of not reaching the standards I hold myself to. Not that I’m failing my classes or anything, but you know how some people fall and think they totally broke a bone or two? Don’t judge my cortisol-flooded brain.

I love you all in advance for sending me the loving and encouraging messages I know I’m about to receive. Tune in next time for a less pessimistic perspective.

Withdrawal symptoms

Well into my first semester at Korea University and here I am, resurfacing after a half a year of silence. Apologies. In fact, my midterm exam week starts on Monday and even looking at my phone triggers an excessive amount of guilt to swallow me like a tsunami. I worked my ass off to come here and I am not about to throw it all away for some short-term procrastination-induced satisfaction. The technique I have adopted to cope with my stern conscience is the following. We no longer procrastinate by lazing around. Instead, we procrastinate by doing something productive, like writing a blog post or studying for a class you hate a bit less than that one. So here we are.

The first half of my first semester at Korea University has been treating me well and every day feels like another reason why I never should have doubted coming here. And I’m not just saying that. Every time the time difference doesn’t manage to ruin my plans of video chatting with my family, they comment on how happy I look. And I am. I have no reason not to be. The people I have had the privilege to meet and some of whom I now call my friends are kind and interesting, I feel independent and free and the classes I’m taking are ~mostly~ interesting. Jokes aside, I love learning and going to lectures doesn’t feel like a punishment. In fact, though I will complain about it for a couple of days, spending time on an assignment and finishing it so that I’m proud of what I’m turning in actually gives me a sense of academic fulfillment that motivates me to keep investing my time and energy into my studies. So far, the only thing I have to say to uni haters on social media is: #notrelatable.

That is, however, somewhat what I was expecting to encounter at university. I’ve heard countless “university will be the best years of your life”, so the bar was high from the very beginning. What surprised me, though, a sworn my-culture-is-whatever-yay-English-and-globalization enthusiast, was how much I miss home now that I am living on the other side of the world. Now, of course I miss my family and friends and, frankly, nothing (and I mean nothing) beats a nice home-cooked meal. But the one aspect of my culture and the way in which I have nostalgically been thinking about it lately really floored me. My language. I miss my mother tongue. So much so that I have accidentally started using literally translated expressions and idioms, at some point even turning to my international friends and going on for a whole sentence before realizing that, to them, I may as well have been speaking gibberish. Actively seeking out opportunities to use it has shown to be easier in theory than in practice – spoken communication with my species still remains infrequent, be it face to face or with the help of technology. Writing letters helps but it’s not a very economical solution for a broke student. I have become so desperate to indulge in my culture, that I have consciously and willingly changed my award-winning playlist (it is now full of content I used to scoff at and I regret nothing) and the language of my phone settings. I will not go into how much this has changed me as a person, but good luck recognizing me if you haven’t talked to me in more than a month. But then the weirdest thing happened.

The sky opened and Zeus himself sauntered down to Earth in his classic nonchalant manner, opening my eyes to a world of possibilities. I discovered the ultimate combination of useful and useless, comforting and dumb, nostalgic yet modern. Podcasts. Killing this many birds with one stone should be illegal. Listening to a humorous conversation in my language about a topic I could not care less about is now what I’m doing pretty much during every activity that requires my hands but not my brain. Keep this in mind if you see me chuckling to myself in the middle of the street for no apparent reason and don’t look at me weirdly if I look too happy to be cooking lunch.

Ironically enough, I wrote this blog post right after I finished the first part of my first ever Korean language exam. The university thinks they’re forcing me to learn the language, but jokes on them, I actually came here to attend a free Korean course. Regardless, it feels as though the more languages I speak, the more I enjoy expressing myself in my first one.

I’ll end it here for now and discuss some other surprising aspects of studying in Korea in the following blog posts. I’ll try my best to post one before February, but don’t hold me for my word. If you know, you know. I really should wrap up, though, as my inner overachiever is nagging me to get back to work. A linguistics paper due in less than 60 hours.

When everything depends on Google Translate

The decision to study abroad in Korea initially started as a joke. I was talking to my older brother about university and the fact that I had no idea what to study, much less where, when he at one point jokingly said “tell mom you’re going to Korea, she’s gonna have a heart attack”. We shared a nice laugh over that one, but it was too late to go back. As irreversible as protein denaturation, the seed was planted. In the privacy of my room, far away from any judgemental eyes and disbelieving laughs, I googled “best universities in Korea”, because you gotta aim high, right?

What you should know is that the three most esteemed universities in Korea are the so-called SKY universities: Seoul National University, Korea University and Yonsei University, practically impossible the get into as a domestic student. But I was just doing my jolly little research and would not let such trivial details stop me. I soon found myself in the 53-tabs-open-and-counting state I am sure many of you can relate to. I was reading the most irrelevant information about renovated libraries and watching Mamma Mia covers performed by students. I even went as far as to email two of the universities about their English proficiency requirements, because they requested TOEFL or iELTS on their websites, while I had successfully passed the Certificate of Proficiency in English and was not excited at the prospect of having to take (and pay for!) another exam. Mind you, that was half a year before the application period even started. I got the green light from Korea University, and so I decided on where I wanted to study before knowing which department I would be applying to. I just had to be extra like that.

Luckily for me, Korea Univrsity has a wide variety of quality programs listed on their website. So I started the process of elimination. Alright, medicine? No. History? A definite no. Languages? Love them, but not a fan of literary analysis. Bussiness? Could be fun, but I can’t see myself being passionate about it. Architecture? I don’t know anything about it. Chemistry? I cried over my Internal Assessment, maybe not. Wait a second. Architecture? I mean, I don’t know anything about it, but it sounds like something I might enjoy learning about. Click. Of couse. The entire course catalogue is in Korean. Much like everything else on here. The photos look cool though. New tab. Architecture. No, wait. Architectural drawing. Scratch that. How to draw like an architect. Cue a couple of random cube sketches in my notebooks and the excitement upon seeing “for architects” on my markers.

Deciding that architecture is something I want to pursue even if I end up studying in my home country, I enrolled into a preparatory course for the entrance exam and I absolutely loved it. With each passing lesson I was more convinced that this is what I want to study and more determined to suceed in this field. Little did I know that choosing my major was not the difficult part.

I will spare you the long and boring story of the many documents and authentications I had to get from my teachers, the headmaster, the IB coordinator at our school and the district court. But do not be fooled, there is a lot of fine print and the application guide, though concise, includes a lot of important information, not necessarily all in the same place. For someone who had zero previous experience, the whole process was stressful, to say the least. Let me just mention two points that I found surprising. Firstly, applying to Korea is much more expensive than I initially thought. Excluding the application fee that you have to pay to the university, the costs of official translations, Apostille stamps on your documents and the shipping of documents via postal service quite quickly add up to more than you anticipated. Secondly, despite having started with my application as soon as possible, I was cutting it close with the deadline. I answered the self-introduction and study plan questions before the start of the application period and had most of my documents ready for submission and yet one month was barely enough to struggle through all the bureaucracy.

And then comes that moment when you think you’re done and finished and through with it and a missed call from a number with a Korean country code hits you like a ton of bricks on the morning of the last day before the document submission deadline. And, trust me on this, no matter how many friends reassure you that it’s probably not a big deal, the only thing going through your mind is how much money and time and energy you’ve spent on this one application and how it was all for nothing. And then you call back and no one answers, because oh yeah they are seven hours ahead, they’re probably having their family dinner as you’re panicking. In an attempt not to feel useless you send them an email, but in reality there is nothing for you to do except wait. Irony seems to be the theme as you find out that they were calling you for your TOEFL scores, you know, the very reason you applied to their university.

With the issue resolved and my heartbeat returning back to normal, the next step was a painful waiting game. Two months of being powerless and knowing your fate is being decided while also trying to focus on your final exams. And so I waited. And waited. And the closer it got, the more nervous I grew. I tried everything to boost my self confidence, from starting to say when I am accepted to Korea University to convincing myself that it was their loss if they reject me. I even put stickers in my agenda on the important dates and we know a sticker is done once you use it. But nothing worked in eliminating the fear of having overestimated myself and the possibility of being gravely disappointed. That’s also one of the reasons why I didn’t really want to spread the news of having applied. Dealing with rejection is hard on its own, I did not want to have to explain the situation to others.

And then, the dreadful day came. I had been counting down the weeks, days, hours. You name it, I’ve done it. I was shaking, my fingers were cold and my stomach hurt from all the worrying. My best friend and I were on a summer trip in Beauvais and just when I pulled out my laptop a couple of minutes to ten it started to rain. We ran into the nearest tourist office, I used up half of my mobile data to open the website and find the link. Admission results for 2019 Int’l students. Click. Loading. Are you kidding me? Still loading. Finally. More instructions. Another link for international students. Application number? Where is that again? Right, I sent an email to my dad with all the documents. Argh, where are you? More loading. My fault, I should have prepared myself better. Date of birth. Alright, I think I know that one. Or not. YYYYMMDD. Got it. Name. Is that in Korean or as it is on my passport? Or the way I’d write it in English? Let’s try the English one, that one’s the most common. Loading. A message in Korean. Great. Thank you, Sergey Brin, for Google Translate. Okay, so not the English version. Let’s try my actual name. More loading. Same message. I think I’m getting a gastric ulcer. I don’t know the Korean alphabet on the computer so I text myself my Korean name over Messenger and copy paste it into the box. If this doesn’t work I’m 99% sure I’ll cry. A different page. In Korean. Of course. Now is really not the moment. I’m an international student for a reason. I guess I’ll just translate the whole page. Copy. Paste. Moment of truth.

My eyes are searching the translation for the answer. Application number, name, freshman, Department of Architecture, my birthday and then – pass. I exhale and I can’t believe I’m seeing this right. I check with my best friend on my left and she’s grinning. I copy the phrase again. Pass. Pass. A million times pass. Different dictionary. Pass. Success. Qualification. Eligibility. Pass. It still feels like a dream. My cheeks hurt from smiling, I’m blushing, eyes wide and (not to sound cliché) but I actually pinch myself. I am relieved and proud and so happy I can barely form sentences. They chose me. I guess I better get used to barely understanding websites and signs and people. And I have a lot of studying to do. Because pass. I check again, just to make sure I’m not misreading anything but it’s true. Pass. Pass. Pass. For me. Everything is in Korean but even Google Translate can get the “Admission notice” right. I text my brothers and by the time I have my mom on the phone we’re both crying.

When I tell one of my friends, she comments: “I can’t wait to read your blog now ;)”. I almost forgot I said I’d start writing a blog if I’m accepted. Partly because I’ve recently written a bit and enjoyed it and partly because I was looking for this kind of content when I was applying, but couldn’t find it anywhere. So here we are.