Weekend Warriors

Well, it is finally past us. The yearly Avalon retreat/workshop/mandatory socialization weekend. The time where all get together to pretend to work. The time when the bosses attempt to bring us all together as one, but in the most half assed forced way that actually backfires and reinforces the seperation between Korean teacher and foreign teacher.
As usual the biggest complaint is the total and utter lack of English for a so called English school. Don't get me wrong, I like it. Best school I've worked at. Still doesn't take away from the token whitie feeling. Imagine a million activities conducted in Korean in an attempt to forge teamwork bonds. All the while no attempt is made to even tell tyhe foreigners what the fuck is going on.
No wonder we have no spirit. They include us and yet don't include us. And that's the simplest thing to correct. I won't delve into cultural differences and who's better and who's worse, but man, at times like this you really can tell we come from very different cultures.
If team spirit and the cheer Fighting! could be bottled, you'd have a recipe for world domination. Oh, and by the way Korea, get a new fucking chant.
The weekend was a day of dull workshops, Korean seperated from foreign, a great night of booze and food and a way too early morning challenge course that just about had me shitting myself when I saw it.
Maybe under different circumstances it would have been fun, but the boot camp course from Full Metal Jacket is not my idea of fun. Throw on no try at telling me what to do and you get me pissing myself.
Thank the lord that I didn't have to do it. I'd include a pic, but imagine climbing fifty feet to jump on a bar and then drop by a harness, or climbing a rock wall, or a balance beam in mid air.
There's a reason I like the ground.
Overall it was an okay weekend. Longer than necessary and no one died. Let's just not do it again.