Perfection I need to capture this moment. I need to paint a picture so that many years from now, when my adventures are long over, when I have nothing but my memories to look back on a life spent as a student trying to understand the complexities of different cultures, I will be able to remember this brief moment in my life. When I'm old and gray and waiting for the light in my life to fade, I can read this and truly feel the same thing I feel right now. I need to keep this memory. I am 23 years old and I am very alone in a country that is not mine, where faces don't look like mine, where everywhere I go they stare at me because I am the oddity in the daily pattern of life. I am always conscious of myself, of my every step, knowing that whatever I do or don't do, whatever I say or don't say, someone is judging me, my character and my country because of my actions. It's not an easy way to live. But there is a place in this culture where I feel like I'm at home, where I want to run when I just want to fit in with others, where people don't stare or gawk at me because I'm a white face in the center of Korea. I run at the girls' high school where I teach English. I enter the walls of Jung Ang Girls High School and know that for now I am where I belong, that no matter what happens, I will not feel like an outcast from society. In Korea, this is the place I can truly call home. Teaching at an all-girls high school in the middle of Jeju Island, South Korea is one of the best things to have happened to me in my 23 years of existence. Every day I observe my students' progress, not only in their knowledge of English, but also in their understanding of the world. Every day I teach them about the wonders of the world, never focusing too much on all things American because we are only one country in the world. What they need to learn from me is not how we celebrate Halloween, Thanksgiving, or Christmas.