At
last, a calm evening in with a cup of coffee, some music, and writing to you
people. Splendid. I will apologize in advance, I'm too lazy to attempt to keep
this post organized. So here we go with my thoughts on the past week. Part 1:
Tidbits on living the safe life. Part 2: International ponderings
First,
Beijing air and I do not get along. Not a bit. Some of you lucky ones have
already heard my Beijing cough via skype. For those who are not lucky enough to
have heard this wonderful sound, I assure you: it's impressive. We've had
mostly blue skies, too so I'm really dreading the city's coal-burning months;
I've already been warned. Also, my skin and hair is slowly adjusting to the
water here as well. If only I could boil all the yucky stuff out of all the
water I use.
If
you have are thinking of travelling to Beijing, be prepared for a few weeks of
transition once you get here. Eventually your skin, lungs, and hair will adjust
and become immune to the toxins. Yay.
Also,
hopefully you are not accident prone if you are coming to China. Walking down
the street is a dangerous feat I tell you; especially when there are several
trees strategically planted in the middle of the sidewalk. These trees along
with the many loose bricks make for a fun obstacle course. I especially like
watching the women in four inch heels maneuvering the course. Silly
ladies.
Then
there's the traffic and street crossing you have to become pro at unless you
would like to get flattened. But don't worry, drivers will honk incessantly at
you before they consider flattening you. Fair warning. You'll be amazed at how
quickly your peripheral vision will improve.
Part
2: This is the part that won't send you into a worrisome fit. I don't think
anyway.
I've
had my first week of classes at CISB and my first real weekend of doing things
in Beijing. School life is so very different here in Beijing; students are very
academically focused. I have one student in grade seven who went to Canada and
the US with his parents this past summer to visit University of Toronto,
McGill, Harvard, MIT, etc. I couldn't believe it. He's 13! It's just the
mentality here.
Something
that I'm loving already about international teaching is how many cultures we
get to experience in one class. I have one really small English lit class with
only four students. Each one speaks a different first language: Russian,
English, Chinese, Portuguese. It's really neat to see people connecting over
their similarities and not focusing on their differences. But, they appreciate
and respect the unique differences.
My desk :) Forgive the barren state
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I've
been going to a big international church and a "small" group on
Thursday nights. There is close to 1000 people in the entire church but often
we divide and meet in smaller congregations so that people can meet and use
their own language. Occasionally, all come together for a giant international service.
That
was yesterday. Two languages through the whole service but the best part was
when we were told to all sing in our own language. There are no barriers. We
were still saying the same words to the same God. It was the coolest thing.
In
my time teaching in Quebec and now here in China, so many of my prejudices have
been broken. I was told that the Chinese are not friendly. I was prepared for
brazen looks, shoving, and impolite people. The Chinese I've met are the
opposite. They smile and say "ni hao" when they pass you, they'll try
to make conversation, and you'll find similarities while speaking in different
languages. Of course there is the odd rude person but you will get that
everywhere.
(however,
put them in a car and they become a different person but that is a different
story)
What
I'm saying is don't assume. It's hard not to make a generalization, I've been
there. But try for the sake of that person you've pre-judged.
Sorry
for the tangent. In my next post, I'm going to share some photos and stories from my weekend around the
city. Seriously, I traipsed all around the city (okay, maybe not the whole
city) on Saturday.
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