Chinglish

One of the greatest sources of comic relief in China is the large amount of Chinglish (Chinese-English) products. With everything from detergent to clothes, if it was made in China and has English on it it’s usually a little off. The best are the shirts and sweatshirts though. People here love English on their clothes, and they either don’t understand what it means or they don’t pay attention. Here has been some of the best I’ve seen:
“I’m going to knock some secret into you”
“Every little make a mickle” (a sign in my classroom)
“The best d*** green thing” (worn by a teacher at my school)
“Fake” (under a Channel logo)
“Verybody makes mistakes” (A Brittney Spears shirts)
“Kennedy Funneral Home” (Sweatshirt)
“NEKI” (With a Nike swoosh)
“Faint the town red”
“camp THE blue” (my new favorite sweatshirt I bought)

Speaking of Chinglish, I recently judged an English competition for Elementary students. Competitors were from all over Wuhan, and it was a huge deal. Kids at my school had been preparing performances, reciting stories, and writing essays for weeks. The competition was an absolute riot the first 6 hours…after that it got pretty mind numbing. These kids were under so much pressure from their parents and they were so nervous! Some of them, to get an edge of the competition, decided to “dress to impress.” Monkey suites, boys wearing makeup, and 5 year olds in wigs and fake eyelashed were not uncommon. It felt like something strait out of a Little Miss Sunshine pageant But I did write down my favorite answers to some of the questions I gave to 4th-6th grade competitors:
Question: Pick a number between 1 and 15 (so we could read them that number question)
Answer: No, I’m sorry I cannot.

Question: Describe what you see in this picture.
Answer: This boy looks sad. Maybe his mother bit him last night.

Question: What do American children do on Christmas day?
Answer: Maybe they go to the library

Question: What day is Halloween?
Answer: Maybe it’s September 13.

Question: What is your father’s job?
Answer: Can you say it in Chinese please?

Through my Chinese lessons and my interaction with my students, I have come to appreciate the vast differences between our languages. They are hugely different and therefore make it very difficult for one to learn the other. Most of the time, you can’t just translate the words directly from Chinese to English and have it make sense. For example, the other day my co-teacher came up to me and ask if it’s correct to say “I am so angry at you I could spit blood.” I looked bug eyed at her and said “why on earth would you want to say that?!” She told me that that is a common phrase used in Chinese, and she wanted to say it to the students when they’re being loud. I explained to her that we never use that phrase. I could go on and on with examples of these kinds of differences between the languages. The Chinese language is laced so tightly with their culture that it’s hard to experience one without the other. I’ve started to try and learn characters, because I feel that I am missing out on so much by not being able to read anything around me. I know that I won’t be able to get very far in the next 5 months, but I’m enjoying learning the common characters and then getting excited when I see them and I know what they mean. My goal is to learn 5 new characters a week, 100 by the time I leave. I’m still really struggling with learning the spoken language. I came here saying I wouldn’t use the excuse “Chinese is very hard” not to learn the language, but it honestly is sooo hard! Partly because of the reasons I just explained, and partly because our western tongues just don’t like to make those sounds! The tones are a killer…I can’t hear them and I can’t say them! Every other country I’ve visited…I’ve noticed that you can kind of say the words brokenly and people will understand what you’re saying. But not Chinese…if you have the tone wrong they won’t understand you! Sometimes I’ll hear my co-teacher say a word or phrase over and over in class. I’ll ask her about it after, and she’ll have no idea what I’m saying. I’m thinking “how could you not understand? You just said it like 10 times!” Then when she finally does know what I’m talking about, she’s repeat the word back to me. I’ll of course reply with “ya, that’s exactly what I said isn’t it?” After being here for almost 5 months, I can finally get a taxi driver to understand my home address about 90% of the time without having to wip out my hand notebook. I’m really trying to keep my spirits up when it comes to learning this language…I’m taking lessons and studying outside (that’s the key I’ve learned), and hopefully it will click very soon!

Christmas in China

I apologize that it has been so long since my last post. It seems that life got so busy in December…but in a good way. The highlight, of course, was my Christmas trip to Hong Kong to visit one of my closest friends Jeanette, who is from there but is currently teaching English in China, and also my friends Alyssa and Matty who are also English teachers in China. It was a great “reunion” and I was so happy to be able to spend Christmas with close friends! The school gave all the foreign teachers Christmas Eve and day off, and I took an extra day to be able to make the trip. It was a busy trip full of shopping, eating, and catching up! Hong Kong is an amazing city and I couldn’t help but wish that Wuhan was a little more like it. It’s very Chinese, but also very western at the same time. It’s much more civilized then China (NO spitting…amazing!) and English is spoken there and very well. You’ll be walking down the street and hear Chinese teenagers speaking perfect English to each other, and then throw some Cantonese in there. The city reminded me a lot of China town in San Francisco. The downtown is full of skyscrapers and little shops all packed in tightly. And then the outskirts of town is very green and has some beautiful beaches and mountains. I loved every moment of my time there and would go back in a second!

Jeanette and I by the bell tower

Hot Pot! A Hong Kong specialty.

Alyssa and I by the Stanley Beach

Being away from my family during the holidays wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be, because it never really felt like Christmas. I mean, there were Christmas decorations around Wuhan, and people talked about Christmas (it’s more of a shopping holiday in China than anything else…lots of things go on sale), but it never quite felt like Christmas. I’m ok with that though…after 21 amazing Christmas’s, I can handle one that’s a little different. Plus, in about 3 weeks I have a 5 week (paid) holiday! How cool is that? It’s for Chinese New Year. The first 2 weeks I am going to travel with my friend Tiffany, who is currently living in Beijing, and her friend from school. We’re going to do a week of Shanghai, Nanjing, and the surrounding areas. Then, we’re going to spend a week on the white sand beach of Boracay, Philippines, which I’m stoked about because I’ve been there and it’s amazing! Then, my dear mother will be flying in to Shanghai and we will travel for 3 weeks! We’re going to spend a couple days in Shanghai, then take a train to Wuhan and show her around my hometown. Next, we’ll take a train to the Southern province of Guangxi, where we will see some of the beautiful (and hopefully warmer) sights and explore rural villages (put my Chinese to the test). Then we are hoping to fly up to Xi’an, where we will see the famous Terracotta Warriors, and perhaps make our way to Beijing so she can get a look at that little wall thing before she leaves for New Zealand to see my sister. I am overly stoked about this holiday. The only problem is that, and anyone who’s worked in China will tell you this, Chinese people cannot plan ahead for the life of them. We have been pressing them to give us the dates of our holiday all semester, and we just got the date of finals this last week (3 weeks in advance). Now we’re trying to get them to tell us when we need to be back after the holiday, and they cannot tell us. You would think that as big of a school as they are, they would have the dates of the biggest holiday of the year set out before the school year starts. But they don’t think that way. And they don’t understand that we have to book flights and make plans. The other day I asked my co-teacher what she is doing for the holiday. She told me she hasn’t planned anything because it’s too far away to think about it. I planned the trip with my mom off of what I thought was going to be our starting and ending date of the break, and now it’s a little bit different but I’m just going to have to tell them that I already made these plans in absence of them giving me any information. That’s just kind of how to you have to do things here. I feel like I’ve built up enough repor with the school and with my co-teachers too that they will understand.

And speaking of my co-teachers, I’ve been wanting to tell you all about them. They are the Chinese women who co-teach my classes with me. I have 3 of them for 4 different classes, and they are all VERY different. We see each other every day, both in and out of class. The class I teach with them is “foreign teacher class”, which means I run the class. Then they teach their own class with the same kids as well, which they run. Working with someone from another culture and with limited English has been very challenging at times, but I also feel very blessed that I got put with them….most of time that is :) I sort of see my relationship with them like a marriage. I have one who I teach grade 1 with, and we’re like the married couple that lives in the same house but have completely different lives. We rarely talk…I just go in and do my thing; she translates when necessary and tries to keep the class under control. Then I say goodbye and leave. That’s about as far as our relationship goes. Then I have a co-teacher that I teach grade 4 with…we are the couple constantly in a power struggle. She always wants to do things her way, which wouldn’t be a problem except that I don’t agree with many of her teaching methods. For example, she will interrupt me in the middle of the lesson and tell the kids to do something in Chinese, so I can’t understand. She does this because she knows I would tell her I don’t want to have them do it if she asked me first. This leaves me in a very awkward position, because I’m standing in front of the class and have no idea what’s going on. I’ve been very upfront with her about these things and have had take the reigns in that class, and we’re doing better. And then I have a co-teacher who I teach a grade 1 class and a grade 4 class…and we have a very healthy marriage. She is a really good teacher and I trust her a lot. She gives me her suggestions (which I trust because she’s a good teacher with a lot of experience) but ultimately lets me teach my class and steps in when I need her. She’s very strict and keeps the class extremely tame, which helps me SO much! She always defends me when the students gripe about an assignment or something, and I trust that when I’m not there, she’s not doing something I wouldn’t like. I guess you could say she has my back. We also enjoy just chatting, and sometimes we’ll just chat away while the kids are working on an assignment. I’ve learned a lot from her, and I’m really going to miss her when I have to leave.

Fun Fact: I have yet to see a fortune cookie...

Manners

I really can’t go 3 months in China without writing a little something about Chinese manners. It’s a subject I’ve been avoiding, because it’s not very, well, “glamorous.” I don’t want to seem as if I’m ragging on the Chinese, but the Chinese standard for manners is just very very different from western one. In fact, it’s one of the biggest cultural differences I’ve noticed in my time here. It’s difficult for me to understand this part of their culture, and I know it may be hard for you to understand as well. So where do I even begin….how about spitting. Everyone spits. Men, women, everyone. You can’t walk down the street without hearing someone clear their throat LOUDLY and hock a big lugey on the sidewalk, no matter if you’re 2 feet away or not. But it’s not just outside. Today I was at Wal Mart and my cashier (a woman) spit on the floor while she was ringing up my stuff…I couldn’t believe my eyes. It’s come to the point where I hear that snorting sound of someone clearing their throat and I just cringe. But you know what they say…when in Rome! I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t spit on the sidewalk when I feel the urge…but don’t worry mom, I’ll break the habit before I get back in the states :)

Another area where manners are very apparent is at the table. I have to be perfectly blunt here…eating with Chinese people makes me loose my appetite at times. They chew with their mouths open while talking and chomping their food LOUDLY. Anytime there are bones or anything else in the meat they’re eating, they just spit it out on the table. Most of the time Chinese food is served family style. They don’t usually serve the food on their plates and then eat it though. Instead, they have a small bowl of rice that they hold in one hand, and they just reach around the table and eat off the serving plates with chop sticks. They don’t ask to pass dishes, or really use any table manners that we consider “polite.” When a group of Chinese people leave the table, it looks like it was hit by a tornado. It seems that, in China, where there are people, there is also loads of food, which also equals loads of trash. It wasn’t 5 minutes after I got on the train to Beijing that there just seemed to be bowls of noodles and snack rappers everywhere. They just never stop eating!

Chinese people are by far the pushiest, most impatient people I have ever encountered. Pushiness is just a part of their culture. If you need to get by someone, you don’t ask them to move, you just push past them. If you bump or shove someone, there’s no need to apologize because that person isn’t offended, it’s just normal thing. You can’t stand in a line anywhere without being pushed by the person behind you…that is on the rare and miraculous occasion that a line is actually formed. I’ve had to become a lot more aggressive than I’m used to being. If you’re not aggressive on a bus, you won’t get on (or off). If you’re not aggressive in line at the store, you’ll get cut in front of. One time I was buying a ticket for the subway at the automated ticket machine in Beijing. I had chosen the line, and as I reached in my wallet to grab my money, a woman came of from behind me and tried to put her money in. I couldn’t believe it! I had to elbow her away. Elbows come in very handy here. Sometimes life in China feels like a constant push and shove. There are just SO many people and so much chaos EVERYWHERE you go it’s overwhelming. I know in the states we talk about overpopulation becoming a problem, but it doesn’t even compare to how it is in China. Overpopulation isn’t just a statistic here, it’s in your face every single day and you just can’t get away from it!

Now we come to the weirdest thing I’ve encountered of Chinese manners…potty training children in the streets. I mentioned a while back in my “fun facts” that diapers are rare here, but instead children wear pants with slits in the crotch and the mothers create a signal, usually a whistle, to instruct the child to go to the bathroom. Well as neat of an idea as this is for potty training, it does include having to see kids peeing (and doing other things) in public. Kids are held over garbage cans, street grates, or just the sidewalk when they have to go. And that’s just if they happen to be outside. One of my friends saw a child peeing over a fake plant in the mall not too long ago. Oh, and bus floors aren’t out of the question either, and there is that unfortunate occasion that you are riding on a bus and see the remains…not fun but again not something that seems bothers the Chinese.

And that brings me to my last point…nothing seems to bother or annoy the Chinese at all! I’m just continually amazed at how they seem to block annoying noises out and go on with their lives. I have so many examples of this I can’t name them all, but here are a few. Chinese people like to play music on their cell phone/iPods on the bus or in train stations. Many times they do this without headphones so everyone can hear it, and it’s all fuzzy and out of tune (aka really annoying). But people don’t care. Chinese form of advertising a sale in a store is to say the same thing over and over again on a megaphone (something like “oranges half off”). Sometimes they’ll just record it on the megaphone and set it on a stack of merchandise repeating itself. This could possibly be the most annoying thing I’ve ever encountered while shopping, but I’m the only one who seems to be bothered because everyone else just goes on shopping. My guess is that it has to do with the chaos and amount of people in China that they just sort of learn to block things like this out.

Doing a little bit of reading online, I found out that China is more than aware of it's reputation for having bad manners. Chinese people who travel outside of China are warned not to embarass China by practicing some of these behaviors when they are abroad. I was reading this article that had me laughing because it named so many of the things I just wrote in this blog, plus some more. Click here if you want to read it.

Apparently there have been "anti-spitting" and other such campaigns run in China since the 1950's. These intensified in Beijing before the Olympics when the whole world would be viewed in on the country. Here is a video of a TV commercial from the 1950's that I thought was cute:

So there we are, a few things I may never understand about this very different culture. I recently read a quote that said “When you travel, remember that a foreign country is not designed to make you comfortable. It is designed to make its own people comfortable.” And although I may get frustrated with is sometimes, it all adds up to the reason I wanted to come here: if it was the same as home it wouldn’t be a new experience.

A typical child's apparel

"It never snows in Wuhan!"

Everyone who’s traveled seems to have their public transportation horror story. I had mine the other night. Well, it’s not exactly deemed worthy of a “horror story” title, but it’s my first of the year, so the most “horrish” thus far. It was a Sunday afternoon and I was hanging out with some of my Chinese friends singing KTV (karaoke). When we came outside afterwards, we saw that it had begun to rain and snow. After we had dinner, I was hoping to get a taxi home. But since we were over the river and through the woods from where I live (literally, over the Yang Zi river) and the weather made a free taxi impossible to find. My friend suggested I take a bus to get in to my district of Wuhan, and then it will be easier to find a taxi from there. I’m very comfortable with the bus system now, so it was no problem. So I hopped aboard a crowded bus and rode for about ½ hour until I reached a familiar location. By then it was raining and snowing pretty profusely, and the streets were a mess with cars, buses, and people (first snow of the season). When I got off the bus, it didn’t take me long to realize that I was not going to find a taxi. Every free taxi that pulled up to the curb was instantly swarmed with people, so much so that people were driving around in their private cars offering rides for a fare. I knew where I was, and I knew the bus that I could grab home, but I couldn’t find the bus stop. I walked around the streets for about 15-20 minutes, and none of the bus stops had the bus I was looking for. I finally found the bus station on a side street. It was a single bus station solely for this bus. I didn’t have an umbrella with me so I ducked under the overhang of a shop to wait for the bus. It was getting close to the time that the buses stop running, and I was a little worried that I’d be waiting forever for nothing. In my 20 minutes or so of waiting, this woman who spoke a little English struck up a conversation with me. She reassured me that the bus would come, and she was going to the same stop I was so I knew I was at the right place. Another barrier I almost hit was money, I wasn’t sure if I had any small bills or coins with me. It’s always imperative to have the right change when you get on a bus (or close to it), because I don’t know how to ask for change in a store. But luckily, I had just enough with all my really small coins to make 2 Yuan, and I didn’t have to worry about getting change somewhere. So the bus finally arrived, and heaps of people made a mad dash. Not having been in China long, I haven’t perfected the “push and shove” method of getting a spot on a crowded bus yet, so I got pushed to the back of the heap. Now in the States when you think of a crowded bus, you probably think of not getting a seat right? Well a crowded bus in China means there isn’t one square inch of you that isn’t touching someone else. For a few minutes I couldn’t even get up on the first step of the bus. But I was not about to be left behind, so I just sort of flattened myself against the crowd and hoped that the door would clear me when it closed. It did, and that woman I had met sort of watched out for me and was able to pull me up a few steps. My next dilemma was getting off at the right stop. I couldn’t see out the windows because of the weather and people, and I can’t understand Chinese well enough to know when they call out the name of my stop. The woman helped me, though, because she was at the same stop. By the time I got home, I was wet, cold and tired. But proud to be able to say that I braved my first mini-dilemma all on my own, and made a new friend (the woman) who I’m getting together with for Chinese-English practice.

Snow on the walkway from our apartments to the school

The school field

Me on the roof of our apartments. I loved the way the snow made Wuhan so beautiful!

Fall !!! ...or lack there of

Last Sunday afternoon I was walking around in my short sleeved t-shirt. Monday morning I woke up to frigid frigid cold! I had heard that Wuhan only had two seasons (Summer and Winter), but I had never in my life felt a weather change that drastic! I found out, though, that there was more than nature at work. Beijing had been going through a drought, and to conquer it the government decided to send 180 rockets with dry ice up into the air (same as they did during the anniversary celebration) to cause it to rain. Only instead of rain, the cold weather made it snow! They got the earliest snow fall in nearly 20 years. So they did that on Sunday, and we got the cold front on Monday. Luckily, by Wednesday it was back to bearably cold, and now its back to t-shirt and light sweater weather, allowing me some more time to stock up on warm clothes. Being in California the last 4 years, I’m seriously lacking in that department. During the two cold days we had, I got a little taste of what it’s going to be like to teach this winter. The Chinese are obsessed with the idea of “fresh air” and refuse to close the windows in the classrooms no matter what the weather. They also don’t run the heater (just like they didn’t run the a/c during the heat), so the kids sit in class bundled up and wearing gloves while trying to write. I bought some gloves without fingers to make it easier for me to write on the chalk board. This is going to be very interesting experience.

Last month, I realized how cheaply you could actually live in Wuhan. When I came back from Beijing, I had 900 yuan of spending money to last me the rest of the month (3 weeks). 900 yuan is about 130 U.S. dollars. I budgeted a bit and was able to make it to payday with 200 yuan left! I say budgeted a ‘bit’ because I simply had to watch how much I spent (ate most meals at the school, etc), but I was still able to do a lot of things.

I had an interesting conversation with one of my co-teachers the other day. We took a field trip to an orange orchard about an hour away, and I sat next to her on the bus. I was asking her about her husband, because I knew she got married last year. She told me that what they have isn’t true love, but she likes him and respects him. He’s even tempered and can take care of her. I was a bit taken back that should would just come out and say that. I asked her if it was her decision to marry him, or her parents’ decision. She told me that she first met him, and introduced him to her parents. They liked him, and told her they wanted her to marry him. He had the decision of saying yes or no, and he said yes. She said that she agreed to it because she trusts her parents’ judgment more than her own. She was afraid that if she were to choose her own husband, she would make the wrong decision. She also mentioned that looking for a mate is so tiring and this was easier. I’ve been trying to get someone to talk to me about Chinese marriage practices since I got here, so I was glad she was so open with me about this. She ended with saying that she thinks she made the right decision in marrying her husband, and she is very content and close to being truly happy. The rest of the field trip was really fun! My first graders had just learned the word "orange" so I got to listen all day to them say "whats this? It's an orangey." Here's a little video of them crowding me (as usual). If you can't understand what they're saying, it's "fanatastic" only they say it like "finetastic".

I had fun celebrating my first Chinese Halloween! Pip and I both work part time at a kindergarten in the area, and they invited us to their Halloween party. We got decked out, and were by far the most dressed up. We hung out with the kids and played games, but most of the time we spent having our pictures taken by parents. Foreigners dressed up in costumes are a real photo opp! Here are some pictures of the Halloween party.

With the holiday season approaching, I thought I should include my mailing address, just in case anyone wants to send a Christmas card (or cookies) this way :) Here it is:

No. 259 Jeifang Rd

Wuchang District

Wuhan

Hubei Province

P.R. China

430060

You can also check out my pictures in my photobucket. I need to update the pictures and hope to do that soon. Check 'em out! www.photobucket.com/ahnainwuhan

Fun Fact: China is the oldest civilization still in existence today. I don't know why I never knew this before, but that is so cool to think that I am living in the oldest surviving civilization in the world!

Things I Miss the Most

It’s been a hard week for ol’ Gypsy Feet. I’ve had a lot of those “2 months down, 8 more to go…” moments. I think part of the reason is because the cold I couldn’t seem to shake became worse and I was stuck in my room having a pitty party for myself and wanting to be home with my mom. I’ve been low on energy and enthusiasm, and that mixed with a classroom full of 50 screaming 6 year olds….you get the picture. But I’m stickin in there and hoping the best is yet to come. One of the times I was moping around I started making a mental list of all the things I miss the most from home. Oddly enough, it actually made me feel more blessed than depressed. Being here and without so many of the little comforts of home has made me appreciate them so much more! Anyways, here’s the list I came up with. I also made a list of things I like about China, because I thought it was a good little reminder for me when I’m feeling down. Oh and I have to mention that these are all the “things” I miss the most, not people. Obviously I miss my family, my boyfriend, and my friends more than anything!

Things I miss the most:
• A dryer
• Mexican food
• My car
• Morning radio shows
• Yoga classes at Lifetime Fitness
• Seeing houses
• Blue skies
• Church
• Real coffee
• A soft bed
• Baked goods
• Good wine
• Public restrooms with TP and soap

Things I like about China
• Public transportation
• Cheap massages
• Food/street snacks
• My work schedule
• Adorable Chinese kids
• Learning Chinese
• Traveling/Planning vacations
• Tea
• Meeting and defeating new challenges
• Market shopping
• Learning something new everyday
• Learning how to teach

As many of you know, this is not my first time living abroad. I was an exchange student in the Philippines my junior year of high school. That experience definitely gave leeway to this one, and helped prepare me for this A LOT. I sort of knew what to expect as far as some of the challenges I’d face when I came here because of that year. However, this experience is different than that one in a lot of ways. For one, I’m quite a bit older, more independent and more confident in myself. When I was in the Philippines, I would try so hard to fit in and be as “Filipino” as I could. And I was constantly disappointing myself because I could never BE Filipino, I’m American. But here, I understand that a lot better. I know that I look different, act different, and speak different than the Chinese do. And as much as I do want to learn their culture and their ways, I know that I am different and I’m not trying as hard to fit in. Another thing that’s different about this experience is that I’m not as engulfed in the culture as I was in the Philippines. In the Philippines I was living with a family, going to school, and surrounded constantly with the culture. Here, I’m a bit sheltered from it. I live and spend most of my time with foreign teachers. We sort of create our own little “home” culture within China. And as natural as this is, I am hoping to find new ways of experiencing Chinese culture and making Chinese friends. But I think the biggest reason that this year is different than my year in the Philippines is that I left my heart back in the U.S. this time. My boyfriend, Zach, is finishing up film school this year and was amazing enough to encourage me to follow my dream and do this. It hasn’t been easy in the least bit being away from him…in fact it’s been harder than I ever expected. I miss like crazy, and its tough having to experience all these new things alone when I want to share them with him so badly. Love is powerful and I think I’m just coming to realize that. But we are making it work and I just feel so blessed to have him...even an ocean away! I also miss my good friends from California terribly! I am lucky enough to have 3 of them working/studying in China this year, and we will all be meeting up in Hong Kong for Christmas. I feel like I’ll never have as close of friends as I did the last 4 years at Biola, and it’s hard to transition from that environment to this one. But again, I’m doing my best to make it work!

All the Tea in China

I’ve already gotten a few colds since I’ve been here, which isn’t surprising seeing the environment. My apartment is old, and because of the humidity everything molds. My room isn’t as bad as some of the others, but it’s still not helping my health. Also the pollution is bound to take a toll on anyone. I told one of my co-teachers about being sick, and she brought me to the pharmacy to get some Chinese tea. It was really cool going with her because she was able to tell me what each type of tea (all loose tea) was for and which ones I should get. I got a chrysanthemum flower tea, one that looks like a red seed and is good for your immune system, another one that looks like small pieces of straw and is good for your throat, and some dried lemon slices. And I swear it really did help my throat and my cold instantly! Most people drink the loose tea just in a normal mug, and somehow manage to strain it through their teeth. But I was getting so annoyed by pieces going into my mouth that I went out and bought a really cool glass mug with a strainer a the top. It also has a lid so I can bring it around with me just like the Chinese do!

I’ve picked up a couple of extra teaching jobs on the side to fill my time and make some extra cash. I find it so ironic that this summer in the states it was an absolute nightmare just trying to find a temp job even with a bachelors degree, and here I am literally being offered teachings jobs left and right just for being an English speaker. I’ve found that its easy to get a little greedy here, because we (foreigners) are such a rare commodity and we know that people are willing to pay just about anything to hire us. I took a job 1 day a week (40 mins of teaching a day) at a kindergarten, and it makes me almost $100 extra a month! I teach the youngest kindergarteners, and they are…get this…2 and 3 years old! The first day I walked in I couldn’t believe it, they were babies staring up at me and I was supposed to teach them how to speak English. They can barely speak Chinese! But boy are they adorable! The classes are 20 minutes each, and they can sit still for about 5 of those. They sort of just look up at me blankly and mimic the sounds I’m making. But sure enough, they are learning and remembering the words I’m teaching them! The learning center they go to is very nice and they each have their own crib or race-car bed that they take naps in, with a made that changes the sheets, etc. I enjoy the class a lot because its small, less than 10 kids, as opposed to my usual classes of 45 or more. I have another private job in the lurks for a friend of a friend’s child and her friends children, all around 3 as well. They start ‘em early here!


I began Chinese lessons last week. The Wuhan government is offering them free to foreign teachers for the first time this year. Score! They’re held at a learning center, and our teacher is really good. The first 2 classes we spent the time just practicing making sounds used in Mandarin words. It was actually really helpful and makes it easier to know how to pronounce a word I see written in pinyin (Chinese spelled out in letters instead of characters). The frustrating thing, though, is that no matter how efficient I become in spoken Mandarin, I’ll still never be able to read a menu, a sign, or anything else written in characters. But I just have to take it one step at a time, and it’s my goal to be able to learn as much spoken Mandarin as possible in the next 8 ½ months!

Fun Fact: Not only are most children in China only children, but only grandchildren as well, on BOTH sides! This was my co-teachers explanation of why my 1st graders get a little rambunctious in class...and who can blame them :)