This came from one of my students last Friday when I asked them to tell me their thoughts on ice fishing. I was intimidated, to say the least.
As nervous as I was, I really wanted to go to get some shots for my application video for the Australia job. I psyched myself up Saturday morning and even got to the train station right on time at 8 am sharp. However, after stepping off the train, I immediately realized I had no idea what exit I was supposed to take. I had completely forgotten to check. I think my psyche subconsciously (partially) sabotaged this weekend for me, because I was so terrified of the cold.
I really did not want to go at all, except to say that I had done it, and of course for the job ap. It just wasn't in the cards for me. This station is no ordinary station. Where I live, there is not much room to mess up your exit, you are either on one side of the street or the other.
This particular station is a maze of different lines and it is also the biggest bus station in Seoul. Talk about a cluster*. I wandered around trying different exits to see if the bus was there for half an hour before giving up. I can't remember the last time I felt so defeated; it's exhausting. I am usually really confident in my abilities to get from place to place, and I can almost always find where I need to be. Not then; it was just not my day. I had random Koreans coming up to me and asking if I needed anything, but I couldn't even tell them where to direct me since I didn't know the exit. I must have looked like such a lost puppy in there, because I've never had someone approach me and offer to help like that. It happened three times!
I finally made it home by about 10:30 am, stopping only for Dunkin Doughnuts on the way. It was nice to sleep in a warm bed for the rest of the weekend.
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