National Day & Mid-Autumn Festival

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The celebration of China’s 60th birthday was an interesting time here at the school.  My junior classes had a little party and they asked me to host.  I thought this seemed like a rather un-chinese idea, but as it turned out I was co-hosting with the dean of the junior grades.  There we had China and America hand-in-hand and suddenly nothing seemed more an appropriate way to welcome the sixth decade of their nation.

They asked me and the other foreign teachers to prepare something about our national days, how we celebrate and such.  Huh.  Most people drink quite a bit and watch a fireworks display – but since telling a group of 11-15 year-olds this probably wouldn’t go over too well, I told them it was a time of firework displays and reunions with friends and family.  I wikipedia’d the rest, and recounted something about our independence from England and ‘inalienable rights’.

As the night progressed, my co-host for the night turned over to me and asked me if I’d like to sing a song.  I vaguely recollected from the two-minute-before-the-event-started-and-first-time-meeting-to-discuss-the-night’s-schedule that she wanted me to join them in a song – “Heal the World” by, of course, Michael Jackson.  Quickly recovering from my momentary shock from her seemingly odd request, I said “Sure, but I think I might need some help!”  Ahh good times.  The students finally got their wish to hear me sing (sort of, I turned off my mic), as the music started and I joined my students.

A short play recounting the story behind the Mid-Autumn Festival – a love story about a girl named Chang’e who drinks too much of an elixir of immortality and rises to the moon, where her lover Houyi can only see her once a year.  Sweet.

After the kids sang one more song (and I joined in on that one just for kicks), a few more kids lip-sanc (what’s the past of lip-sync?), and then the whole group tried to teach us three foreign teachers how to say Mid-Autumn Festival in Chinese, each giving it a try in turn.  Good times.

Then we judged a poster contest, picking two winners, one that represented National Day, and one that represented the Mid-Autumn Festival.

(Not one that we chose as a winner, but real cute!)

National Day Winner

Mid-Autumn Festival Winner

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Eek.  H1N1 hit one of my classes yesterday.

What did this mean?  I went to the class and found out it was canceled, all the student had gone home for the week and I had an extra afternoon off.

I am pretty sure I know which of the students was the vector – during a few lessons he looked like he had the flu, was continually sneezing and coughing, and not once did he cover his mouth in the process – bless his heart.  None of the kids here have the malnourished sickly look, so I think they’ll all pull through.

Scenic Hills

The other weekend Stu and I took a walk exploring the hills behind the school.  From the base of the hills there appeared to be some pretty cool looking old temples to explore at the top.

At the base of them there was actually a really well kept temple area, but since he had already explored that one the day earlier, and since it cost a whopping 20 RMB (okay only about $3, but you’d be surprised how cheap you get while staying here) – the equivalent of 3 meals – we opted instead to trek up the hills in search of something new.

The path up wasn’t too bad, the path we took brought us up an unpaved road in the middle of a bamboo forest.

It was gorgeous.  It was the first time I had really seen a bamboo forest. After monkeying around in the trees I understood why almost all of the structures we had seen so far were built using bamboo scaffolding.  It is super strong and grows quickly and densely (all those kung-fu movies where they are doing crazy acrobatics from one bamboo tree to the next seemed a little more plausible …).

Further along the path became steeper and was formed of carefully placed stone.  Everywhere I turned I saw and heard strange new insects, though thankfully I didn’t see any gigantic centipedes along the path.  Strange orange wasps, hundreds of dragonflies, and the most colorful varieties of butterflies I’ve never laid eyes on.

There we came across some cool carvings in the cliffside.  I recognized some of the characters, but a few of the carvings were done a style known as Seal Script (a popular style about 1800 years ago, though it had been used much earlier and much later just as another style, and is still seen today in the signature stamps used in art).

Continuing along the trek up we came across a small group of people building the very trail we were on.  We got a few strange looks, and I wasn’t bold enough to take pictures, but they seemed like a friendly lot.  They spoke a very different dialect, but we managed to figure out that if we continued up ahead we’d reach the temple.

Not nearly as large as the temple near the bottom of the hill, we finally reached an old temple that looked like it had received little attention over the years.

A lone man stood watch over the temple grounds, sweeping the steps and courtyard.  I wondered what this may have looked like in its glory.  It was still a pretty magical sight, and just outside the walls there were thousands of dragonflies.  In the distance we could see another temple, and along the way we could see the sprawl of many cities before us.

We arrived to see this one was gated off, looking more like a fancy new residence.  Gated off and out of reach.

We went down the hill a different route and appeared to be entering some sort of nature preserve.  We kept passing these signs, roughly translated to “protect the forest, prevent fire … everyone has green” … huh, I think I missed something there.

The only other thing that clued us in that this may be a tourist area was the relatively well kept path with steps and sometimes a hand rail.  What had started out as a scenic trail soon became rather crappy.  Literally.  Why on earth one needed to take a duke right in the middle of the steps is anyone’s guess, but I guess it is easier to squat with a nice solid footing.  At first I thought it might have been animal droppings, but the toilet paper thrown aside and cigarette butts quickly dispelled any question of its origins.

We exited from the less than picturesque path through a beautiful archway and found ourselves at a tea plantation.

An old mansion on the property.

Leaving the plantation, we walked through a cute little town filled with interesting houses and many canals characteristic of the area.

Some ducks hanging out on the dock.

There is plenty to explore in the area so it seems me and my fellow foreign teachers really lucked out.  On our way back home we came across a posh little golf range and spa.  It was tempting, but we were smelling a bit feral after our hike, so we caught a little taxi and made it back home.

Respect for the Teacher.

Ahh, life here is a little hectic right now.

I still can’t really believe I am a teacher.  Seriously.  Me?  It is strange because I am teaching a pretty wide range of students, ages 13-19 and of such varying skill levels even in the same grade that it is really hard.  The younger ones are actually pretty good, it is the oldest ones who are the most troublesome and don’t really have much interest.  Still, I know that the older ones are under a lot of pressure to pass exams, so it is hard to get too upset.

For my first lesson in each class I’ve had them get into groups and come up with any questions they can think of to ask me.  The most typical questions and answers are …

Q: “Do you like China?”

A: “I love China!  I am so excited to be here because I have studied China and Chinese culture for many years.”

… applause …

Q: “What is your favorite Chinese food?”

A: “Dumplings.”

Q: “What do you think of our school?”

A: “It is beautiful and all the students and teachers are very nice and friendly”

… applause …

Q: “Do you have a girlfriend / wife?”

A: “No. I am too busy for love.”

Q: “Do you like Michael Jackson?”

A: “Umm.  In America we thought MJ was a little strange.  He lived in a big house filled with child’s toys.  So we thought he was a bit odd.”

Q: “Do you speak Chinese?”

A: “我会说中问。我的专业是中问和电脑。” – - – “I speak Chinese, my major was Chinese and Computers.”

They all get really excited when I tell them I speak Chinese.  The younger ones break out into a deafening applause which just cracks me up.  They also get sad when class is over, and I must admit, I do as well since they are so excited and a joy to be around.

I have 18 different classes, totaling about 600 students.  Yeah, its nuts.  I teach ten days in a row with four days off.  Seven out of the ten days I start at 7:50am, so I am trying to get used to getting up at 6:30.  The last time I did this was in high school.  It is rough.  I just started day one of five days in a row of teaching at 7:50am.  So. Damn. Early.  I teach each class twice a week, so 36 total.  Thankfully I only have four different age groups, so that mean I just need to come up with eight lesson plans a week and they are only 45 minutes long so … well, it is harder than I thought.

Needless to say, after the long and tiring days, I’ve got a lot more respect for teachers.

I am a teacher. Really?

Dressing conservatively for my new role.  Well, at least for the first week.

So the kids are a *bit* spoiled.  There were more Mercedes, BMW, VW, and other such fancy cars here on the the first day than I think I had ever seen anywhere.  On my first day, in my first class, I had one student from Korea, one from Japan, and one from New York.  Huh.  That was weird.  I guess his dad knows one of the principals at the school (they have three principals and a headmaster).  So the poor kid  just changed from an American school to a Chinese school, where he needs to get up at 6am, have classes from 7:50am – 9:30pm, and they do homework until midnight.  I told the other teachers I am going to make him my helper, and I think they are down with that.

At 9:30 on the first day of school, all the junior and senior students assembled on the soccer field to raise the flag and herald in the new school year.

It was interesting but also a bit odd for a westerner I think.  So many students and all of them seem so patriotic.  Perhaps just because patriotism is falling out of favor in the states, but they are all very happy when I tell them how excited I am to be in China.