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Anneyo - ha - se - yo

Date - 30/08/17

Haah finally I can speak hello in Korean Annya - ha - se - yo.

My mentor was teaching me from last two days but I could not speak it and I was like I will be the last one in the group to learn Korean. But today I learned it and I was so happy. For friends you can simply say Anneyong.

I have also learnt to pronounce Onni, thats how we refer to our seniors in Korea. Now I know what to call my mentor.

We went for a TB test today. There because of a previous group of Chinese exchange students, it got a bit delayed for us. Their mentor came to us and told us there had been a small misunderstanding and she apologised for the inconvenience. We were like its ok no problem.

Suddenly she bent on her knees and apologised and we were like no no just don't do this its ok. All of us were like Oh my God. It was that aww moment and we felt bad she had to apologize and it was kind of a sweet gesture and we just did not know what to say.

But yes Korean people are indeed very punctual. I think one thing I definitely would learn and embibe in myself is the value of time and proper time management.

There is so much I can learn from the Korean people and their culture. Even in my own group, I am going to learn accents from Anamika and cooking well from Sheetal.

I really think I am going to learn a lot of things during my stay here and have lots and lots of fun.

P.S.
How could I forget to mention Izan Appa. She is from Kazistan and she was so happy to meet us. She has watched a lot of Bollywood movies and loves them. She also likes our Indian dresses.

We felt so good to meet her. She can also speak English. Whenever we don't know something about how to use anything or are confused about the dormitory rules, we ask her for help and she always helps us out.

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