Seoul_to_Soul



This is me. This is me in Corea. This is me teaching English in Corea. This is me.
Seoul_to_Soul



~ Tuesday, August 17, 2004
 
As I've recently been playing recruiter again for our school and a sister school, I've been yet again surprised at the disorganization, stupid errors and/or just plain badly written cover letters and resumes so many people send out. One would think that if you're going to apply for a teaching position, that you would make sure your spelling and grammar are at least correct. You'd be surprised how many people really do make these completely avoidable mistakes. So many others just aren't organized well and are difficult to follow. Sometimes it's style, but other times they just seem to high-light completely inappropriate things. It's more than obvious that they don't really read what they write or change it to suit a particular job. I don't mean being dishonest. I just mean maybe putting important, vital experience, comparable to that that you may be applying for first, rather than jumbled up with everything else and difficult to see.

I couldn't help, but have to post this email I received. I got this from someone in response to an introductory email I sent after reading a job wanted post. No...I didn't change this at all either, as you may think about half way through. I was almost tempted to write back simply to ask what he was smoking when he wrote it. Enjoy!

Dear Brenda,
Thank you for the response. I still want to teach in Korea but I think my expertise is better spent on older populations. I do not think I could survive a year with kindergartners. They would wear me down to nothing. If you have positions that require singing and patience and dealing with slightly older students, I know I could contribute some. If not, then perhaps we now bow politely and remember the kind words and kindred spirit. Thank you for your spirited and detailed email. Bless you.
You gave me an island;
Your love is an island;
You gave me an island in the sky.
I like to go and listen to the breezes in the trees, and watch the froggies catch the buzzin' flies; pineapples ripen as I walk around my island, basking in the warmth of your love.
You gave me an island, your love is an island; you gave me an island in the sky.
Well, maybe I should think about this again. I can not doubt your sincerity or question your happiness; you seem the real deal. Spontaneous prayer/songs seldom adorn my emails. This could be serious. I think I'd better sleep on it; it's a weekend here. Can we rest and reflect?
For now my friend,
Joe

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