I started teaching "senior one" students (9th graders) at Xiamen on Monday (see the picture of the very well-behaved and well-dressed youngsters below). Luckily they seem to have gotten over their tendency to clap spontaneously and ask for my autograph whenever I am around them. Such unwarranted hero worship is quite unnerving. It seems that the reaction comes from the rarity of their exposure to Americans. They have had some native English speakers in the past, but apparently I am the first white American many of them have had as a teacher. I have also been teaching the English teachers at #6--all of whom are, obviously, Chinese. There are approximately 50 English teachers (all but three are women). I have been spending about an hour and a half each day talking about American culture, literature, history, etc. They have been sharing some very intriguing Chinese perspectives on these subjects which I will go into in greater detail on future posts.
I must admit I am suffering from both "foreign language fatigue" and "hospitality overload" (both terms I have coined). Mandarin is distressingly difficult to pronounce. I think I have finally mastered my tongue position when saying "yes". Hmmm. The fact that Mandarin is not a Latin or Germanic based language has hit home. My hosts at #6 are incredibly helpful and gracious, but I am experiencing the need to be a tad more independent. I plan to sneak out and take the bus from my "home" to the school tomorrow...which my hosts seem to think may indeed be an impossible task for me. Hopefully, a little more independence will make me feel more settled. We Americans like our independence.
There are many more things that I could write, but I have spent the last few hours creating a PowerPoint of American history (all of it) that I need to present to the English teachers tomorrow. I will try to write daily entries from now one. And hopefully they will not be written in a sweltering, Mandarin induced headache blur that I find myself in right now.
On a personal point, I successfully traveled to school this morning using public transportation--much to the worry of my hosts. I was given not one but two phones so that I could call out the cavalry if I got lost...I wonder if my hosts forget that I am a 39 year old man. Then again, I think that they fear for me given my Mandarin skills. I spent the morning with my senior one students working on the pronunciation of "r"...almost as difficult for them as some of the tongue tangling pronunciations for me in Mandarin.
zai jian
1. obligation/responsibility to one's family, community, country, and even ancestors2. modesty in one's bearing or humility in one's being; the importance of recognizing one's need to learn from others, the important of "reflection" (yeah...very Ignatian) so as to not become to proud3. respect for elders4. education as more important than outward success (several agreed that educational success and advancement is far more important than one's economic or social status...then again, these are teachers)5. the importance of one's spirit and sense of harmony over the need to be consumed by the desire for things
All good, interesting stuff. In fact, I could talk could go into depth on each of the above points as described by the teachers later for those of you who are interested. The thing that struck me most as an educator was listening to folks describe how a child's education is for many the "nucleus of the family" (their quote), and that a child's academic success is not a mere reflection of the student but rather the entire family. I, also as teacher, love the value of education, but I can't quite imagine the amount of stress that some of these students are under to succeed academically. The cultural primacy of education certainly must be a double-edged sword. (more below)
Well, I am off to find some scour the internet for Walt Whitman poems to present during tomorrow's English teachers class. I hope things are well with you and your kin back in land of amber fields of grain.
Until later.
I'm 39. It should be the prime of my intellectual life. Well maybe not "prime". Actually...now that I think about it, I think that I read somewhere that most brilliant minds produce their greatest works in their twenties and early thirties (and to be clear, I do not include myself in the category of brilliant minds). By the time the human body is on the downslope of thirty, those brain cells are starting to disappear.
So here is the connection my day today: one of my biggest frustrations during my time so far has been the language gap...chasm, canyon. I am certainly surrounded by a number of very proficient English speakers, but Xiamen is not Hong Kong, Beijing, or Shanghai where, I have heard, one has only slight problems functioning without a knowledge of Chinese. Xiamen is not teeming with obvious English speakers. Hence, I have been extremely motivated to get a basic grasp on the language. I have been spending some time each day on my language skills. However, I am no longer a young child with a sponge-like language-proned brain. I spent the day today trying to memorize the Pinyin pronunciation chart...something that looked easy, but proved mind numbingly byzantine...and practice some of my basic phrases. I am sure that many of you may have had the bizarre experience of spending hours studying something only to feel that very little actually stuck...well, that seemed like my day.
I have now finished my time teaching the English teachers at #6 and the senior one students. Xiamen Public School #6 all but shuts down this weekend as the students go on their summer break. On Monday, I will start teaching the children of the #6 teachers who have chosen to take advantage of my native English skills to get their kids some summer English practice. It should be quite different than the past two weeks; my sense is that there is a wide range of English skills held by my students to be. This weekend I am heading out on some Xiamen day trips, I will be sure to take pics and post the highlights on Sunday. Hope things are continuing to go well with all of you.
Mark
I start my teaching of the teacher's children tomorrow, which should be interesting given the incredible range of English skills in the class, but I figure that simply listening to me, a native English speaker, speak a language they are trying to learn can't hurt...even if they have no idea what I am saying. I will let you know how it goes.
I am now approaching the halfway point of my time here in Xiamen, and I can officially say that I am past the culture shock. The dizzying disorientation of new sites, smells, sounds, and tastes (yep...almost all of the senses) is gone. So, perhaps now I can get down to some serious Mandarin learning and cultural observations. More soon.
Speaking of high school kids, if any of you Crusaders are reading this, you should note that I was given five official school uniforms from Xiamen Public School #6 today (including both winter and spring wear...I'm serious). I plan to submit these to our administration as they contemplate possible uniform options. You can probably tell from the picture that they may not be stylish, but the appear to be quite comfortable; think of a breezy polo with some pajama bottoms. Please forward any concerns you may have about this prospect to the Jesuit administration.
I hope you Portlanders have enjoyed the brief break you had from the heat. From the forecasts I see, it's going to get hot again over the next few days. Just to put things in perspective, days here in Xiamen are usually in the mid 90s with what feels to me like 110% humidity (I'm fully aware that this is not possible; don't comment on this; it is called hyperbole). I seem to have permanent sheen of sweat on my body.
More soon.
Well, I start my last week of teaching here in Xiamen. My hosts are convinced that they are working me to death with the full three hours of daily teaching that I do. So, Friday will be my last teaching day. That next week appears to be reserved for seeing the sights of China. Should be fun.