I also feel pretty sorry for my fellow teachers. They usually put in one or two more hours than me each day, but they get paid about a third of what I get paid.
Most of them are ladies in their late 20s or early 30s. Most are single, and, in traditional Korean style, they still live at home with their parents(I know it sounds ridiculous from an American perspective, but living at home is pretty much the norm until you get married here. I can't tell you how many people I've met who are right around 30 years old and they still live in the same apartment as their parents.)
I've often wondered if they hold a grudge against me. I'm sure I would if the situation were reversed. I can only imagine working in some school in Tucson making $30,000 a year while some Mexican guy with a college degree (not even in education) comes and works a few doors down from me, puts in less hours than I do, but just because he's a native speaker he pulls in $90,000.
To negate the effects of my relatively undeserved position, I try to give them little treats every once in a while, like Snickers bars or Dove chocolate. It's not much, but I've realized I'm not here on Earth to right all the wrongs of this world, I'm really just here to try and make things a tad bit less worse than they could be.
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