Teaching Little Ones

My first two days of classes were great, but also overwhelming. I have 6 classes of 25ish kindergartners per day. Fortunately I only work 3 days a week, oddly enough it’s Monday, Tuesday and Thursday, which were the days I worked at LCC.

My classes are exhausting. I keep the kids entertained and alert by doing physical games and activities with them. I have the same level all 6 times, so my first class are guinea pigs, and by my last class I’m sick of looking at my flashcards.

Our director came to observe me yesterday, I was hanging colored-paper flowers on the wall while the kids called out what color it was, and when I turned around, there was Director Liong in the back row. Fortunately, he happened to stop by when I had a pretty good class and we were going an activity that got everyone excited. And he left before class ended so he didn’t see the mass stampede out the door at the end of class, either.

It was a good lesson by American standards, but e I’m still a little worried because the Chinese expectations of teachers and ideas of education are so different from ours. So far, the director doesn’t have the typical attitude that we can teach English by osmosis. (A lot of Chinese English schools believe English is a communicable disease spread by native speakers. We don’t need books, school supplies, or advance notice of lessons, we just need to be in the same room. If only that worked, I would be speaking fluent Mandarin right now.)

The Chinese education system seems to be based on memorization, on being punished if your stroke order is wrong, and on trying to be top of the class. The American schools have freewriting about your feelings, spelling and grammar don’t count. So we have Chinese graduates who have memorized advanced texts but who are unable to think creatively, while American graduates are problem-solvers who can’t find the US on a world map. It seems like the two systems are completely at odds, but I really think that blending the strengths of each is the only way for the world to progress in science and technology.

At the end of the day, a huge crowd of parents and grandparents gathers at the gates of the school. The kids come out, meet their moms, and show what they did in school. I know it’s a private school in a good neighborhood, and not necessarily a typical Chinese elementary school. It’s really good to see that the parents are interested in their kids’ education. I hope it means that if the children act up in class, their parents will care.

Anyway, teaching the little ones is extremely tiring, but I feel like I’m working for a reputable school (in a lovely neighborhood — more on that later!).

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Proper English Usage

We were told by the director to correct the students’ English names on the first day of class. It wasn’t too hard since my students are all named Ross, Monica, Phoebe, Joey and Rachel. (Apparently Chandler was just a little too hard) I did have a couple laughable names but when I suggested to the Chinese TAs that Flower, Yummy, Elven and all three boys named Dick might consider new names, the TAs seemed to take it as an attack. So I dropped it, with one exception. The only name I insisted upon changing was Fanny. If you don’t know why, ask a Brit.

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My Office

I told Stick the apostrophe makes it mine, but for some reason his desk is there too.

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First Day Of School, Part 2

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First Day Of Classes

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Post Office


Related posts: The same post office in March, 2008.

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Mandarin Again

So far, Beijing still feels like Wonkaland, but I kind of love being in Wonkaland. I’m having huge issues with the language, though.

Since this summer, I’ve been doing ChinesePod lessons, which I would totally recommend to anyone trying to learn Mandarin. They’re much shorter than typical language tapes like Pimsleur, so I don’t feel like I’m devoting an hour of my life to fighting the unforgiving tones. Also it’s easy to find a lesson by topic, so if you just want to work in ordering food, you don’t have to sit through a whole “Hello, I am an American. What’s your name?” dialogue.

I’m also doing a basic radicals writing book. I like it because the author gives some background on each character so they don’t seem like random squiggles (I know, I know, foreigners like me should just go home), and there’s a little story to help remember the character. It’s difficult though because the simplest characters to draw are not necessarily the most common or the most useful.

So I can speak survival-level Chinese and recognize simple characters, but I can’t usually say and write the same character.

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Hot Water

Our shower doesn’t have a hot tap. I’m including a photo from the shower so you don’t think I’m exaggarating. See that green dial? That’s for water. Not hot or cold water, not more or less water. Just a choice between Taking a Shower or Not Taking a Shower. If you want to change the temperature, you can go out of the bathroom, across the living room and out on the clothes-drying balcony to adjust how much gas goes into the water heater.

You can also turn on two heat lamps on the ceiling over the shower. (Again — here’s a picture for the unconvinced!) The switches for the heat lamps are located outside the bathroom. The way to activate them is to shout over to your girlfriend that you’re cold. The heat lamps get warm fast, and warm the whole bathroom. It makes me feel like one of Kristine’s reptiles and amphibians in their heated tanks. A turtle in particular, because the bathroom also has that Beijing plumbing smell that my sister called “turtle tank.”A fair trade for Herbal Essences, if you ask me.

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The Real Reason I Came Back To China

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You’d Have Thought The Same Thing

They took Stick’s toothpaste away before they’d let us on the plane, but we got more toothpaste easily at a shop near our new place.

But last night before bed I was simultaneously wondering why the toothpaste tasted funny and noticing that the character on the tube looked awfully like the character for “tea.” Turns out those cute little green leaves weren’t mint after all.


At least it really was toothpaste and not, say, suntan lotion.
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