Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Xuanwu Lake

Hello blog readers! It's your blog poster! This past Sunday was warm and sunny, probably one of the last nice days before the cold starts creeping into Nanjing. So Sophie, Lela and I fulfilled something from my Nanjing bucket list: renting boat at Xuanwu Lake!

Xuanwu Lake is enormous and right in the middle of the city. It is close to Purple Mountain, another big tourist attraction and proud owner of a spot on my Nanjing bucket list. The lake has always been fairly crowded when I have gone, but it's still really relaxing. There are tons of stands with trinkets and snacks. There are lots of people dancing and singing. It's just a nice place to be on a sunny Sunday afternoon...


 The gate entrance to the lake
 Come on Lela, don't be shy!
 We're on a BOAT
 Who thought it was OK for me to drive?
 Even though we were technically driving a motorboat, it moved at a snail's pace so I could take pictures even while steering. When we were headed toward another boat on the lake, it was like a slow motion almost crash. Each driver had a panicked face but the boat turned REALLY slowly... and if we had hit them it would have been really uneventful.
 View from the boat
Wide open waters 
 A lovely pavilion












View of the city



 Such a pretty bridge!
Wish you were here... 
 We may or may not have made it underneath this bridge without hitting the roof of the boat.
I drive with my feet. It's really no biggie. 


 Just living the life...

So am I now an intrepid sailor? I say, yes. China Doll, voyager and conqueror of the great Xuanwu Lake!


Friday, October 26, 2012

Working Gal

In past years, Grinnell Corps fellows taught ten classes, or often less (like, seven or eight.) However, this year they decided to up our course load to fifteen. This means that making money outside of NDFZ is difficult, unless I want to take a weekend job. So I have taken odd jobs here and there to satisfy my insatiable scarf-buying habits.

Last weekend, I worked at a recruitment Halloween party for a kindergarten. The aim of the gathering was to encourage parents to send their children to this foreign language education center. Although none of the foreigners there actually work at this kindergarten, they needed foreign faces to prove they were legitimate. Enter, me and Sophie.

I was assigned dance duty, since, you know, being a dancer is really necessary to teach "Head Shoulders Knees and Toes" or "If You're Happy and You Know It." Interestingly, I learned that in Britain the "Hokey Pokey" is called the "Hokey Cokey" which, to me sounds like a song about a kitschy coke addict. The kids were totally adorable though, in a way that is so different from the cuteness of my middle schoolers. They were all in costume, except none of the costumes were coherent under a common theme. There was a girl dressed as a witch with a pumpkin mask and a boy dressed as a pirate ninja wizard. I got to see all the costumes in their glory during the Halloween fashion show. One of the cutest was a boy dressed as a bumble bee, with stinger attached and all. He liked to chase the stinger like a dog chases a tail and stick the stinger in between in legs and waddle around. All the kids ended with the quintessential Chinese pose: peace signs all around. In typical Chinese fashion, the teachers had tried to organize the kids and make them walk in groups related to their costume and ushered them into this complicated walking pattern. Don't they know it's easier just to let them do whatever? The teachers also handed out prizes for the best costumes, and only three or four kids walked away winner; unlike in America where every kid would get a gift with a grin that says "EVERYONE WINS! YAY!" Definitely a fun experience. Even though I could never work full time with such young kids, they're pretty adorable in small doses.

I have also been editing college essays for a company in Nanjing that American college potentials can hire for SAT tutoring, TOEFL tutoring, and college essay editing. I like the job because I can do it on my own time, wherever I want, and I can listen to N*SYNC pandora while I work. It's an interesting experience because even though NDFZ is a top ranked Nanjing school, most of the students whose essays I edit go to the American School in Nanjing or another foreign language (read: English) school. Their essays are really good. Mostly, they lack the uniqueness needed to be memorable to college admissions officers. They write trite stories like: "I wanted to be singer, my dad said no, I worked hard, he said yes" or "I like soccer, it was hard, but my parents and coaches encouraged me, now, I'm good." So part of my job is editing for grammar and vocabulary, although their essays are pretty excellent. The other part is find the right questions to spur the students to write something more creative. I think that part of the job is really fun.

Side note, in the first three essays I edited they used the phrase, "a feast of eyes." I assume they meant a feast FOR the eyes, but I like to think they intended it to be a feast of eyes, fulfilling all your odd food fantasies. 

I do hope to get other odd jobs here and there. Both Sophie and I have been approached for modeling gigs, but it seems on the sketchy side. Tutoring and editing are our biggest markets; Chinese schools will be pretty transparent about the fact that the only want to hire white, female, and ideally attractive teachers.

Odd jobs are fun because I make extra cash and because I get to experience something other than teaching, although making money is definitely the most fun part. So if you know anyone in Nanjing hiring... China Doll is a working gal.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

What's In a Name?

What's in a name? That which we call a rose and blah blah blah... I was told on arrival that many of my younger students would not have English names, but apparently no one, regardless of age, had an English name. This left the job to me. I feel a little guilty making students choose a new name, I hated SeƱora Nelson for making me change mine from "Briel" to "Beatriz" for no reason other than to drive me loca. The problem is that the Chinese students have really long names that I could probably pronounce and learn if I had a lot of time to practice. However, with 250+ students and a need to learn their names in a timely manner, English names were necessary.

Many Chinese people use names that aren't really names. There is a widespread belief that nouns and adjectives work perfectly well as English appellations. I allowed my students to choose whatever they desired, but I felt like the names I suggested had to appear with some kind of regularity in the English speaking world. I wanted my kids to choose outlandish names for my own personal enjoyment, but I felt too guilty not to suggest names like "Bob and Jane." I have a Lily, a Tim/Tom/Jim, and an Angela in every class.

However, I still got those few creative types who reached out beyond my "List of English Names" and plucked names out of who knows where. The best part is that many students originally chose more common names like Billy or Ben and then all of a sudden started signing their homework "Sea" and "CHR Rotford." Also, some of these spellings are so confusing. I have to spend some time next week sorting out how to hand back an assignment with names like Janme (who I learned today is actually "Tommy"), Faino, and Luarry. Note: I am not making fun of these names in any way, I think they're awesome. Plus, it is much easier to remember someone named "Shine" than remembering seven different boys all named Andy. Meet my students...

Oven. I really thought he wanted the name Owen, but he insists that he prefers Oven even after I explained that an oven is a kitchen appliance.

Penguin. Awesome name, but he has trouble spelling it so I often get Penguni or Pinguen instead.

Hill and Granger sit next to each other in my Senior I class and I love their names.

Tears. She later changed it to Jenny, which made me sad. So sad, in fact, I cried. I cried tears.

Sniper. As an easily distracted Junior II, I often must yell "Sniper! Over here!" in class. So if you are ever sitting in during my class, do not be alarmed. Sniper is just his name.

Angle. He insisted...



One boy wanted to be named Shamu.
I think that one was a communication
issue on my side.


Grubby. Told him what it meant, swears it's his chosen name.

James. You're probably thinking: James, not such an unusual name! James! James is a girl. With my Grinnell education weighing on my mind I felt guilty telling her that James is a boy's name but I finally broke down and told her. She adamantly INSISTED that James is a girl's name. She was so insistent that I thought, whatever James. Be James. Mary, Be James (ha! for all my Grinnellian readers) (which is probably 0) (I probably don't have any readers who aren't my family) (hashtag lame) (hashtag is this a hashtag #?) (hashtag I've always wondered if that's a hashtag, I thought it was called the "pound" symbol) (hashtag off topic)

Hobo, of Hobo and his e-dog fame; the very confusing characters from their textbook.

Lucky Star. Cute.

Casin. Not sure about this one... but his English is phenomenal!

Fly. Love it.

Kite. Creative!

Rain and Rainbow (two boys) always sit next to each other in my Senior I class.

I've got Animal, Snake, and Cat in my Junior I 5 class.

Haniel and Luvian. Where... what... why...

Winner. Good choice to promote name-personality associations.

Frike. Funny story about Frike. Let me set the scene: first day of class. I am still unsure of myself as a teacher and self-conscious as a foreigner. In the middle of class, this boy came up to me and handed me a piece of gum. I had learned in my TEFL training that if a student gives you a gift in front of other students, it may mean that he is trying to show the class that he is in charge, so I declined. He insisted. I kept declining. Finally, I took the damn piece of gum and shoved it in my purse. "No, teacher, it's my name." Ohhh. His name is gum. What? I asked him, "your name is gum?" He said yes. I told him to go sit down. Of course, he would not. "Eat it now." "No thank you." "Eat it now." "No. Sit." He then produced a piece of actual gum from his back pocket. I finally understood that there was no gum in the wrapper he had given me. I unwrapped the stick of gum and after sorting through the papers that fluttered onto my desk, I finally found a single paper that said: Frike. "Your name is Frike?" He nodded. I sighed. "Frike, go sit down." THE END (of that story.)


Oh Frike, what will I do with you?

Sophie also has some great names in her classes, and since we switch next semester I will have those students as well. Students like Maxim Testaron, Goldust (a boy, which I think makes it better), Big Show, and Carlos. Yes, Carlos. Looking forward to it!

By the way, teaching is going really well. The younger students are really enthusiastic. I feel like I am even getting through to some of the kids who don't speak any English. I love walking to class because from every direction I hear, "Hi Ms. Brie! Hi Ms. Brie!" My favorite part of the week is when a boy in my Junior I class  yells "NOOOOO!" at the end of my class period. The older students are starting to learn that my class is all about volunteering and speaking up, which also makes them more enthusiastic during lessons. We did a class on extended family and I played the song "I'm My Own Grandpa," which they thought was hysterical. 

China Doll is kicking ass and LEARNING names!

Friday, October 19, 2012

National Holiday

It's only taken me two weeks or so to post about NATIONAL WEEK! It is a week in October to honor the mid-autumn moon festival and National Day. I had a week off from work, so here is a photo journal of the things I did. Actually, I don't know what a photo journal is. And even if I did know I don't think this is a photo journal. Whatever, here are lots of pictures:

September 28: The Track Meet


 Sophie and I were invited to the school's track meet by a student, an opportunity for them to show off their athleticism. When our supervisor found out we wanted to go, she told us to arrive at 7 AM. Apparently we went from casual spectators to guests of honor.
 The students would do short performances and we would mark down a score from 1-3 based on formations, creativity, and togetherness.
 One class's performance involved giving fake flowers to the judges. Buying high scores with pretty roses... it worked!
 The students gave us lots of snacks to try.
 Junior I boys running
 Students were having a great time joking around. 
 Eating a mooncake for the mid-autumn festival at the post-track meet banquet
 The principal gave us each our own mooncake box. It's huge!
Mooncakes are unbelievably sweet and treacle. But delicious! 
September 30: The Moon Festival


Sophie and I had dinner with Lu Laoshi, a woman who was a Chinese tutor at Grinnell for one year. Her family was wonderful! Her daughter Emily and I played a few rounds Chinese Checkers and she recited Chinese poetry for us. Lu Laoshi's husband is a wonderful cook. After dinner, we went to a mountain to look at the moon. Supposedly, the moon is always the largest and most beautiful on the evening of the mid-autumn festival.


October 2: Gao Chun


Two of the teachers at Nanda Fu Zhong, Yao Laoshi and another teacher took us to Gao Chun, a suburb two hours outside Nanjing full of ancient ruins.

 Bonsai exhibit in Gao Chun.
 Gao Chun is famous for its market within the ancient city walls.
 The market is well-known for its selection of seafood.
 Cooking.
Me and Sophie in an ancient home. 
 A beautiful bedroom.
 Doesn't that bed look super comfy?
 At the restaurant...
 I ate THAT. It was difficult and probably not worth the effort. Those tiny greenish things are snails.
 Me and Yao Laoshi in a doorway shaped like a vase.
 Yao Laoshi explains the dragons... something about how many toes they have being significant. He is a history teacher so having him on our trip was quite informative.
 Temple
Whatever this is... 
 At the temple. Where is my other leg?
 About to ring the gong
 Incense at the temple
 Shoes for sale.














October 6: Xuanwu Lake with Zhong Laoshi


My Chinese tutor, Zhong Laoshi, invited me to Xuanwu Lake in Nanjing for a day trip. We walked around the water and bonded. She's awesome.











Afterward, we went to her house and I had lunch with her parents and her grandmother, none of whom speak English. The food was excellent! We watched "The Voice" (the Chinese version) and her grandmother taught me how to play Mahjong. I won seven out of the ten times. Apparently I am a Mahjong champion.





That was my national holiday! It was a lovely week. These are just the things of note I did: there were tons of people and things to do. China Doll is ready for her next week off!

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Pure Poetry

A little Wednesday treat for you:

Every morning and afternoon, the students of Nanda Fu Zhong do their outdoor exercises and it's really a sight to see. Unfortunately, YOU CAN'T SEE IT because blogger is not permitting me to upload the video. However, I will share with you my own lyrics to this exercise song. It is in Chinese and it gets stuck in my head with alarming frequency, so I have created my own English version so that I can sing along. It begins... "I've been around the world, haven't any pearls" but climaxes with this lyrical chorus:

Ay ay ay there are noodles in the sky
I like to eat them
bottles in the sky

Ay ay ay I'm a dragon in disguise
in magazines and
bottles in the sky

ayayayayayayayayay, ay hunters eat some pie
ayayayayayayayayay, ay Christmas in July

Pure poetry. More soon, I promise. China Doll