How I survived my first week teaching English in Gangnam without speaking fluent Korean How I survived my first week teaching English in Gangnam without speaking fluent Korean Stepping out of Gangnam Station Exit 11 at 8:15 AM on a rainy Monday morning, holding a dripping umbrella and a massive cup of cheap iced coffee, my mind went completely blank. The neon signs towering over the streets of Yeoksam-dong were beautiful, but they might as well have been hieroglyphics. I had exactly three words of Korean in my vocabulary: hello, thank you, and beer. Yet, in less than forty minutes, I was scheduled to stand in front of a classroom of twelve highly energetic seven-year-olds whose parents paid a small fortune for them to learn English at an elite private academy, or hagwon. During those first few days, the imposter syndrome was overwhelming. I spent my commute worrying about everything from classroom management to ordering lunch without accidentally asking for raw octopus. My experienc...