Sunday, September 30, 2012

Shopping!


I went shopping today. In America this would not be a big deal. In China it was, as always, an overwhelming, though rewarding experience.

Lora, Cathy, and I went to the Fabric Market this morning with two students. (And just so you know, it's October Holiday this week so we don't have classes. We weren't being bad teachers/students by cutting!). I went into the day not really knowing what to expect, but I must have been expecting something because when we walked into this huge “mall” I had this feeling that my expectations were not met. This market/mall is a huge 4 story building crammed full of tiny shops. It's comparable to Silk Street or the Pearl Market in Beijing, though with a few less people and without the store owners yelling at you to buy things. Let's just say that the Pearl Market was not my cup of tea, so my shopping excitement level dropped a little. 

 
The Pearl Market in Beijing, taken from Google images

We meandered around with the vague hope of finding a teaching blouse or something. After passing shop after shop of shiny, ruffly, bow-bedecked shirts we gave up on the first floor and opted for what our students told us would be a less-crowded second floor. Then, as we stepped off the escalator, in front of us was an actual store (rather than the room/stalls). And, the store was selling winter coats! It was my original dream for the day to find a winter coat! My student told me this store sold a famous brand of coats in China. Their coats are filled with eiderdown. Hurray! A warm coat for a cold Harbin winter!

We walked into the store and I gravitated towards the rack of coats which interested me. The store clerk came over to look for my size. She pulled out a large. I tried it on. The sleeves were disappointingly short, and the coat was a little tight. Awesome. I was a sad giant standing in a store selling clothes made for incredibly tiny people. My coat dream was momentarily crushed. Then my students took me over to a different wall of coats to look for one which showed some promise of being big enough for me. We pulled a coat off the wall. It was a medium. “Uh-oh,” I thought. “No way that's going to fit!” I tried it on anyways, and ta-da! The sleeves were long enough! It was a little snug, though, so the clerk disappeared behind a curtain and brought out an extra-large.
Let's just say I'm now the proud owner of an extra-large Chinafabulous coat!


 My new coat! Super fur!

After a stationery excursion we ate lunch in what is the equivalent of a food court. Except, instead of sub sandwiches, pizza, and McDonalds, it sells fast food versions of noodles, fried dumplings, and rice dishes. It was so crowded we had to share a table with another family and buy food in turns so we wouldn't lose our place to sit. After two months in China, being constantly surrounded by hundreds of people seems normal.

Lora and Cathy wanted to look into buying new bedding (since some of the bedding left over was a bit old, dusty, and not too attractive). So post-lunch we decided to go find a place that makes comforters and duvets. We walked through aisles of curtains and fabric and settled on a shop. After a lot of back-and-forth, Lora decided to have a comforter and duvet made at the shop. She settled on batting, fabric for the comforter, and fabric for a duvet. Then over the next 20 minutes we watched these two women cut and make her new blanket. It was awesome, and it looks so beautiful!

We decided to make one last adventure through the market. In packing for China I made the huge oversight of not bringing a purse actually large enough to hold more than a wallet. My student and I traveled through tiny stall after stall of purses where I discovered that I hate making decisions about buying things. I finally settled on a purse that I liked. My student asked the shop owner the price. I heard “ba shi wu”, 85 yuan. Much more than I was willing to pay. What then ensued was 5 minutes of arguing back and forth between my student and the shop owner over the price. I had almost no idea what was going on except for the occasional number I heard tossed around. The bartering process would probably be difficult for me in English, but in Chinese, I can barely keep my wits together. I was preparing myself for walking out of the tiny store to begin the frustrating search for a purse anew. However, then my student told me the price she had bartered down to and I willingly paid. So I'm now the proud owner of a Chinese purse! Woo hoo!

Modeling my coat and purse!
And that's Lora's new bedding in the background! 

Overall, it was a successful, yet exhausting morning/afternoon. It made me realize, once again, that I am so grateful for students who are willing to spend this kind of time with us, because I could not possibly have been able to do anything I did today without them.

p.s. Update on the last blog. I was going to the dining hall the day after I met with my non-English speaking Chinese friends. As I was walking by the first dining hall I heard people yelling hello. It was these same friends. They were with some school group. I was informed through some effort that they wanted me to write things down on a sticky note about “culture”, so I wrote something about good Chinese food, and warm people. They were super excited. That, apparently, was the activity they were trying to tell me about. Okay, okay. :)

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Language Barriers

Language barriers: They're challenging. They're frustrating.  They're a part of daily life.  They're incredibly hilarious.

The other day I walked into dining hall 2 hoping and praying I would find one or two of my students to sit with.  This did not happen.  Feeling dejected, I decided to go order food and hopefully find someone to eat with after.  On my way to order 羊肉菠菜粉丝 (yang rou bo cai fen si, or Lamb, Spinach, and noodle soup, my new favorite food.) some students saw me and yelled "hello!!"  I excitedly turned to look at them, realized I didn't know them, made an awkward attempt to say something, and was waved on to order food.  While I was waiting for my delicious meal, one of the girls came up to me, said something in Chinese, and motioned to their table.  I figured that they were saving the table for me to sit at, and would leave once I came with my food.

Boy, was I wrong.

The next hour was one of the most bizarre experiences of my life.  I had a Chinese, English, Chinese, English, Chinglish conversation with these students as I ate.  One of the girls, Yang Le, speaks virtually zero English.  She is a short, energetic, tomboyish girl who loves to play basketball.  She frequently shouted to several passing friends (in Chinese) "Hey, do you speak English, come translate."  Her friend, Pang Zi Jiao, finally worked up the courage to speak in English and served as a kind of translator for everything.  We established that I speak and understand yi dian dian (a little) Chinese.  We talked about their major, their hometowns, and what they do for fun.  They taught me the Chinese names for things, their own Chinese names, and I helped with their English.  They all told me "we will be best friends", "we should play basketball together, or go shopping", and "call us".  We parted with the promise to get together sometime soon.

Today I sent a message to Pang Zi Jiao asking if we could all have dinner together.  She replied "ok, we class over about 4:40, we can have dinner together at 5:00, see you at that time..at er shitang [dining hall 2]".  I showed up at the dining hall and saw Yang Le and someone I had never met before.  I soon realized that it would just be the two of us.  Her friend, Star, was given the role of translator.  I asked where Pang Zi Jiao was.  Apparently she had an interview. Okay. Round 2 of Yang Le yelling to random passersby to speak English with me.  As I ate another bowl of 羊肉菠菜粉丝 I was quizzed on my new Chinese vocab, and we had a strange, disjointed, conversation.  For about 10 minutes they tried to tell me about some "activity" that was happening tomorrow.  Finally, I figured out that at noon tomorrow we will get together and write things we want to say down, whatever that means.  I'll hopefully let you know.

In spite of, or because of, the huge language barrier between all of us, I'm so excited to see how this friendship develops.  It will certainly be filled with extreme confusion and a lot of hilarity.

Friday, September 21, 2012

Taxis

Audrey, Melanie, and I stood on the side of the road after being rejected by the 3rd taxi driver in a row.  Either they actually weren't going in the direction of our school, they didn't want to go all the way across the city, or they didn't want to put up with the foreigners.  We were all a little annoyed.  Whatever their reason, I was feeling pretty dejected about not getting a cab, and was wondering if we would ever get back home.  I envisioned us walking for miles until we found a bus number that looked familiar or some taxi driver took pity on us.  Luckily my vision never came to be realized.  Melanie and Audrey waved down a cab that already had a passenger. 

When the taxi pulled up, the girl in the front seat squealed with delight and said hello.  I told the driver our desired destination and he pulled over so we could get in.  We were super excited, but not as excited as the preexisting passenger.  I had thought she was one of Melanie and Audrey's students.  As it turns out, she doesn't even go to our school.  She struck up a conversation with me in Chinese and slowly started to use more and more English with the three of us.  She beamed and giggled with excitement the whole time as she shared about what she is studying, where she is from, and who is in her family.  We also exchanged phone numbers.  At one point the driver stopped to let her off at her stop but she told him to keep driving because she was so happy and wanted to talk with the foreigners more, so we drove around for a while.  She was so adorable, and repeatedly told the driver how she was so happy.  Eventually, though, she did have to go to her destination, so she took a picture of us and promised to call. 

After she left the taxi I told Mel and Audrey that "we probably just made her day."
They replied, "she just made ours."

It's so true.  It's amazing how the littlest thing can completely change your outlook.

Here's a text message I received from our new friend:
"I am extremely pleased to meet you, I hope we can keep in touch in future.  I believe my speaking will make a progress when we see next time.  Enjoy yourself in every aspects :-)"

Friends, I hope you too will enjoy yourself in every aspects! :)

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Meet My Team

Maybe this isn't the best way for you to meet my teammates, but on the other hand, maybe this is the best way for you to meet my teammates.

Here are the 5 amazing women I get to work and live with this year, from left to right in the video:
Audrey, Cathy, Lora, Melanie, and Adrienne.

Prepare yourself. This video kind of sums up our team dynamic.  Here's I Am a Hotdog
Music composed and directed by the lovely Audrey, our team's vegetarian.


Sunday, September 16, 2012

Some Days

Some days in China it's fun being the foreigner. 
Some days it isn't.
Some days it takes 2 and a half hours to open up a bank account.
Some days all of the Chinese customers are shouting at the employees because they are only being helped at two lanes instead of 4 because the foreigners are taking up two.
Some days you get off at a bus stop to change buses only to discover that the bus you're looking for doesn't stop there.
Some days you ask 3 different people where the 218 bus is and follow their directions only to discover it doesn't exist.
Some days you take another bus and end up at a stop which isn't where you thought it would be.
Some days you finally give up on buses and take a taxi to your original destination, the Metro supermarket.
Some days you go in to Metro to get a card (think BJs) only to discover they only give out cards Monday through Friday.
Some days you laugh hysterically because otherwise you'd cry.
Some days the nice Chinese lady lets you shop anyways.
Some days none of the doors in the bathroom close.
Some days you pay way more than you wanted on a huge block of cheese because that was the whole reason you went to the store and you would probably cry if you left without it.
Some days you're so tired, and your taxi driver has an accent, so you can't even attempt a small conversation.
Some days you get to the copy shop only to discover you didn't put an important document on the flash drive to print.
Some days all of this happens in one day.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Plans

Have you ever had one of those days where you're frantically trying to get everything done and it's totally not possible so you are freaking out a little and maybe are a little bitter towards life?  Yeah, today was one of those days.  Actually, this weekend was one of those days. 

Friends, being a teacher is tiring.  If you're a teacher, you're nodding your head in agreement. 
Being a first-year teacher is even more exhausting. 
Teaching and living in a country where you barely speak the language calls for a daily nap (which, sadly, is not always possible).

Today after fellowship I took a much needed rest.  Upon awaking from my slumber, however, I was hit with all of the things that still needed to be done.  So I put on my proverbial working boots and rushed headlong into finishing up planning details for the week and preparing to go print things and then, my least favorite task, heading to the copy shop to explain in my poor Chinese how many of each paper I need (which since I teach 8 different classes of students and 3 different courses means a lot of different papers that need to be copied). 

As I trudged from the office I was mentally preparing myself for a lot of 'ma fan' (bother).  I crossed through the gardens between our building and the library and noticed a group of students.  Since I was on a mission I decided to circle around them to avoid as much as possible the awkward stares I get whenever I go anywhere in China.  As I skirted around and passed the group I heard "Hello!! Hello!  Hello teacher!!"  I figured I couldn't ignore an obvious greeting, so I said hello and struck up a conversation with a few of them.  One of these students was Thor.  (Please do your best to remove the image of the extremely strong, muscular Norse god from your mind and replace it with one of an average-looking young Chinese man.)  I discovered that these students gather in the gardens for a kind of club where they speak only English for that time. 

Students: "Teacher, please stay and talk with us and teach us a good English accent". 
Me: "I would love to, but I must go make many copies of these papers for my classes..."
Thor: "Would you like help?"
Me: "That would be great!!!!"

So, Thor and I journeyed to the copy shop together where he communicated all of the numbers of copies I needed and even counted as things were printed off to make sure they were right.  I thanked him multiple times for his help.  His response: "It is my pleasure.  This experience (to be able to talk in English with a native speaker) is very special for me."

On the way back from the copy shop, with him lugging my 480 copies, we exchanged phone numbers so he could reach me if he ever wanted to practice his English.

So today Thor got an affirming experience in practicing speaking English.  I got a ton of help and a reminder that I love Chinese students and I will gladly go through the occasional drudgery of planning to help them.  And I got a text message wishing me a "Happy Teacher's Day" 2 hours early.

I still have tons of work to do, but that's okay.


Sunday, September 2, 2012

Welcome to 712

Here's a short video tour of my apartment so you have some idea of what it's like where I am living!  And, yes, 712 means I live on the 7th floor.  And, no, there is not an elevator.  I am, however, getting some pretty sweet calf muscles from the stairs!

Filmed by my lovely team leader, Adrienne. Enjoy!

VIDEO!!!


(FYI during that awkward pause between my living and bed rooms, I am attempting to get my ethernet cable out from under my door.)