Tag Archives: New York City
Weifang Photos
This isn’t the rollarcoaster on which we almost died. These are just some of the people who came over to watch us eat. This is Fresca, moments after realizing that she’s thirty by the Chinese calendar. These are some people … Continue reading
Weifang Math
So we’re trying to check into a hotel in Weifang. It takes all 3 of us to speak Chinese. I can understand the most, then I tell Jeff and Fresca the gist of what’s just been said. Jeff says “Oh, … Continue reading
Insert Bird Flu Joke Here
My sister Beth, age 6: Why did the chicken cross the road? Me: I don’t know. Beth: To get the Chinese newspaper! Me: *Blank stare* Beth: Do you get it? Me: No. Beth: Me neither, I get the New York … Continue reading
Across The Pond
Stephanie: I wanted to cross this pretty little pond. But I can’t. Dam.
My friends are here! / Step 2 of 10,000
This morning as I was drinking coffee and watching Travel In Chinese on CCTV9, a sleepy Jeff came into the living room. “I’m up, I’m up.” He said. “You don’t have to set off fireworks to wake me.” I turned … Continue reading
This is Jeff and me having a calm, rational discussion about the definitive pronounciation of xie xie.
My friends are coming! / Step 1 of 10,000
In anticipation of Fresca and Jeff’s visit, my students gave me KFC and McDonald’s coupons. (They didn’t want me to pay a ludicrous $2 for a “western” meal!) I thanked them, but I giggled because I can’t think of 2 … Continue reading
My New Superpower
The other day in class, one of my middle-school boys tripped, knocked over some desks and got a bloody nose. I figure since it wasn’t actually inflicted by another student, I’m still a good teacher, right? When he got hurt, … Continue reading
Dragonsocks
My school just acquired two more books for our English library. One is a second copy of Harry Potter 6. Even assuming that whoever bought these books doesn’t read English and only picked the book based on color, what are … Continue reading
The Laowei Secret Handshake
Today is China and my two-month anniversary! Last night, I got a phone call from Cora, another foreign teacher at a nearby school. When I was in England and I met other Americans, we’d laugh about how many potatoes and … Continue reading
