I realize that I have not posted in a long time, and there are many things I keep thinking of to write about. So that's all about my failure as a blogger, however, this post is all about something else (Thank you Max Casella from Newsies for teaching me the subtle art of introducing one topic and then veering straight into a completely unrelated topic in the very next sentence That really does make you the King of New York). My roommate made a video of the new apartment we moved into over the summer, and I'm posting it here for all those interested. I may pop up in the video here and there to add a touch of whimsy and intrigue.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eIQ2qiQazNQ&feature=youtu.be
In the event that my masterful technology skills have failed me and that link doesn't work, she also posted it on my facebook home page, so if you go there you can see it too.
Enjoy!
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Sunday, June 10, 2012
.......and there goes the first year of teaching.......OY.....
.............Warning...........this is a long one.........you may need some coffee.........
I have avoided posting for the last few months-mostly because I didn't really know what to write, or how to explain my last few months of life. I will try to recap the last semester of school; however, that will probably take more than one post. Perhaps I will begin a retrospective series at some point when I remember/feel like writing about good things that happened. Right now I think I'm just distracted by all of the challenges.
I would have to say that the 3rd quarter was probably the most difficult. I have the delightful personality trait of being extremely critical of myself and whatever I'm doing. I also tend to only look at all of the ways I'm failing rather than the things I do well. The third quarter was spent comparing myself to other teachers and wondering why they won at life while I managed to fail at everything. This, of course, was not true (either of them or me), but that was where my thinking was stuck.
In addition to teaching being a bit of a mess, my personal life wasn't faring much better. First, there's figuring out living in China which is.......you know......foreign (pun fully intended there:). My spiritual life/quiet times were not effective. Eventually I was quite depressed and basically at an all time low. I couldn't reconcile all of the Truths I knew about Him with what I was experiencing in life. I sincerely felt like He had removed from everything/everyone I had ever known and placed me so far away from my comfort zone I couldn't even see it. That all would have been fine if He was there, but at that point I felt like He put me in this place and then left me alone to figure it out. Again, I knew the truth that He had not left me alone, but that's how it felt. And it made me angry.
Things continued like that for awhile. I can't pinpoint the exact reason or time that things changed, but there was one moment that sticks out to me. I was preparing for my ESL class (which currently has only 2 girls that are not excessively talkative), and the principal was going to come observe my class. I was, of course, nervous the night before. I remember talking with Him and asking, "ok, I want to look like a competent teacher so please help the girls talk and participate so that the lesson looks effective." After this, I stopped and realized how completely self focused I had become. I tried to think about the last time I had asked Him to help me figure out lessons and things that would help the students learn effectively and be comfortable trying out their English skills in my class. The fact that I couldn't remember the last time I had been more student centered in my requests disturbed me.
I believe that moment was a bit of a turning point. I won't say that my challenges disappeared and I suddenly became super teacher, but it removed the pressure when I put the focus back on the students, where it should have been all along. And so the year ended on a much better note than that semester began. I am still working through the same things, and probably will continue to work through them, but I realized that it's something I need to face and figure out rather than getting angry and ignoring it.
This might be slightly cliche, but I enjoy music and there is a song by Tenth Avenue North that I think kind of captures some of the stuff I was thinking about over these past few months. Plus, I'm kind of impressed that I actually figured out how to put a video link on here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAVHeVDML5k
Now I just need to figure out how to post pictures!
I have avoided posting for the last few months-mostly because I didn't really know what to write, or how to explain my last few months of life. I will try to recap the last semester of school; however, that will probably take more than one post. Perhaps I will begin a retrospective series at some point when I remember/feel like writing about good things that happened. Right now I think I'm just distracted by all of the challenges.
I would have to say that the 3rd quarter was probably the most difficult. I have the delightful personality trait of being extremely critical of myself and whatever I'm doing. I also tend to only look at all of the ways I'm failing rather than the things I do well. The third quarter was spent comparing myself to other teachers and wondering why they won at life while I managed to fail at everything. This, of course, was not true (either of them or me), but that was where my thinking was stuck.
In addition to teaching being a bit of a mess, my personal life wasn't faring much better. First, there's figuring out living in China which is.......you know......foreign (pun fully intended there:). My spiritual life/quiet times were not effective. Eventually I was quite depressed and basically at an all time low. I couldn't reconcile all of the Truths I knew about Him with what I was experiencing in life. I sincerely felt like He had removed from everything/everyone I had ever known and placed me so far away from my comfort zone I couldn't even see it. That all would have been fine if He was there, but at that point I felt like He put me in this place and then left me alone to figure it out. Again, I knew the truth that He had not left me alone, but that's how it felt. And it made me angry.
Things continued like that for awhile. I can't pinpoint the exact reason or time that things changed, but there was one moment that sticks out to me. I was preparing for my ESL class (which currently has only 2 girls that are not excessively talkative), and the principal was going to come observe my class. I was, of course, nervous the night before. I remember talking with Him and asking, "ok, I want to look like a competent teacher so please help the girls talk and participate so that the lesson looks effective." After this, I stopped and realized how completely self focused I had become. I tried to think about the last time I had asked Him to help me figure out lessons and things that would help the students learn effectively and be comfortable trying out their English skills in my class. The fact that I couldn't remember the last time I had been more student centered in my requests disturbed me.
I believe that moment was a bit of a turning point. I won't say that my challenges disappeared and I suddenly became super teacher, but it removed the pressure when I put the focus back on the students, where it should have been all along. And so the year ended on a much better note than that semester began. I am still working through the same things, and probably will continue to work through them, but I realized that it's something I need to face and figure out rather than getting angry and ignoring it.
This might be slightly cliche, but I enjoy music and there is a song by Tenth Avenue North that I think kind of captures some of the stuff I was thinking about over these past few months. Plus, I'm kind of impressed that I actually figured out how to put a video link on here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAVHeVDML5k
Now I just need to figure out how to post pictures!
Monday, February 6, 2012
........on my way home........
I thoroughly enjoy my daily strolls to and from school. Even though it's currently winter outside, there's just something about having those few minutes at the beginning and end of the work day (.....um..... I feel slightly old referring to "work days." I still find it slightly amusing that I'm actually considered an adult by mainstream society) to meander on my way whilst listening to music.
I had a new friend join me on my working walks a couple of days ago. There is a dog that I usually see sniffing around Walking Street (the main street that runs through my apartment complex) that I have termed "the old-new dog." Unlike most animals here, this one is actually quite cute. I have named him the old-new dog because his face and body looks very much like a puppy, but he's a full-grown dog. He is a bit oddly shaped-he actually kind of looks like a labrador/dachshund mix, and he's about the size of a beagle. However, he does look a bit mangy, and he has small patches of hair missing so I would never actually pet him. My face must look pretty friendly though, because he doesn't have any problem accosting me whenever he sees me. Such was the case a few days ago as I was walking through the gate, and he decided it would be fun to jump all over me. He then proceeded to follow me all the way to school where I had to close the gate to the stairs so he couldn't actually come into the school. I have seen him a few other mornings as well, but he gets distracted by chasing the trash cats (names I have given them because of their affinity for rooting around in the garbage cans and startling unsuspecting passersby when they spring out of the cans without any warning) and forgets to follow me.
Along with various furry friends, there are a number of different shops and restaurants along Walking Street, and one of my favorites is a piano studio. I don't actually know the real name, but it's a building that consists of a bunch of small rooms for giving piano lessons. The outside of the building is one large window, and it's fun to walk past in the afternoon and see small children having piano lessons.
Of course, the other great part about Walking Street (and China in general) are all of the food options. There are always small stands that set up outside of the restaurants to sell breakfast in the mornings. My roommate actually just introduced me to a really tasty tofu dish this morning, and it will probably become a pretty consistent breakfast food for me. I never thought I would actually enjoy eating tofu, but that has become one of my favorite dishes-they do amazing things with tofu over here. Then again, I never thought I ever would have ended up in China either. Life certainly is intriguing.
I had a new friend join me on my working walks a couple of days ago. There is a dog that I usually see sniffing around Walking Street (the main street that runs through my apartment complex) that I have termed "the old-new dog." Unlike most animals here, this one is actually quite cute. I have named him the old-new dog because his face and body looks very much like a puppy, but he's a full-grown dog. He is a bit oddly shaped-he actually kind of looks like a labrador/dachshund mix, and he's about the size of a beagle. However, he does look a bit mangy, and he has small patches of hair missing so I would never actually pet him. My face must look pretty friendly though, because he doesn't have any problem accosting me whenever he sees me. Such was the case a few days ago as I was walking through the gate, and he decided it would be fun to jump all over me. He then proceeded to follow me all the way to school where I had to close the gate to the stairs so he couldn't actually come into the school. I have seen him a few other mornings as well, but he gets distracted by chasing the trash cats (names I have given them because of their affinity for rooting around in the garbage cans and startling unsuspecting passersby when they spring out of the cans without any warning) and forgets to follow me.
Along with various furry friends, there are a number of different shops and restaurants along Walking Street, and one of my favorites is a piano studio. I don't actually know the real name, but it's a building that consists of a bunch of small rooms for giving piano lessons. The outside of the building is one large window, and it's fun to walk past in the afternoon and see small children having piano lessons.
Of course, the other great part about Walking Street (and China in general) are all of the food options. There are always small stands that set up outside of the restaurants to sell breakfast in the mornings. My roommate actually just introduced me to a really tasty tofu dish this morning, and it will probably become a pretty consistent breakfast food for me. I never thought I would actually enjoy eating tofu, but that has become one of my favorite dishes-they do amazing things with tofu over here. Then again, I never thought I ever would have ended up in China either. Life certainly is intriguing.
Friday, January 27, 2012
......my first attempt at getting myself home from the airport.............fail..........
It's rather strange to already be back in China after my nice, long Christmas break at home. It actually kind of feels like I never left- breaks always go way too fast. I have discovered that the more I take international flights, the less I enjoy them. My first few times were exciting-and slightly terrifying since I'd never been out of the country before. Between the excitement and the adrenaline, the flights seemed to go pretty fast. Now, I kind of know what to expect..........lots of sitting...........and lots of layovers.
This particular trip back seemed to be especially bad in that department. My trip home took me from Kansas City to Denver, and then to L.A. where I got to sit and wait for 11 hours. This would not have been so bad, except I had to collect my bags, check in, and get my boarding pass for my international flights in L.A. So after collecting my 100 lbs. of luggage and carting them through a number of terminals, I reached the Air China desk only to find that they were not open. This shouldn't have been too surprising since the only flight they had that day didn't leave until 12:40 a.m., but I still didn't expect that no one would be there. So, I sat on the cold tile floor for the next 7 hours waiting for the counter to open. Then came the always exciting security ordeal. And then more sitting. At least there were chairs this time.
After my 12 hour flight to Beijing, I got to sit in that airport for another 6 hours before finally getting to Wuhan. At this point I was getting rather nervous because I knew that once I got to Wuhan I had to get a taxi and tell him where to take me to get home. I was all ready to prove to myself that I could do this. I again collected my 100 lbs. of baggage and drug it all out to the taxi line. My bags decided they wanted to fall all over each other and the curb so right away I looked like a completely incompetent foreigner.
I finally got all of my stuff in the taxi and then proceeded to tell the driver where to go. He began asking me questions to which my almost zero Chinese had no answer. Using my awesome context clues skills, I gathered that he was trying to tell me that there were two universities so he needed to know which one I wanted to go to. He said a few areas that I recognized, so I told him it was that one. He continued to try to make polite conversation as we drove along, but I generally had no idea what he was saying. It was really frustrating because he was nice, and I wanted to have a conversation with him, but I had no communication skills.
At one point along the way, I began to feel like we were definitely going in the wrong direction. This was confirmed when he stopped in front of the wrong university. Again, he started explaining something and I think he was trying to teach me the difference between the two so that I would know for next time. I still couldn't understand anything he was saying, and I really just wanted him to keep driving to the next one. We finally got to the right place, and after I paid him lots of money it took me a while to understand that I had to pay for the toll gate that we went through as well. By the time this was all over I was feeling really stupid and sad that I had failed so miserably at getting myself home. But at least he was nice, though I'm sure he was also frustrated and probably would have be happy to never see another foreigner again.
After this joyous end to my vacation, I got to drag my 100 1bs. of bags up four flights of stairs to my apartment. This was a delightful exercise for my heart after sitting on airplanes for 2 days straight. I had to stop at least twice on the way up because I was pretty sure that my heart was going to explode.
Well, my life is nothing if not exciting-here's to hoping my next taxi attempt is more successful:)
This particular trip back seemed to be especially bad in that department. My trip home took me from Kansas City to Denver, and then to L.A. where I got to sit and wait for 11 hours. This would not have been so bad, except I had to collect my bags, check in, and get my boarding pass for my international flights in L.A. So after collecting my 100 lbs. of luggage and carting them through a number of terminals, I reached the Air China desk only to find that they were not open. This shouldn't have been too surprising since the only flight they had that day didn't leave until 12:40 a.m., but I still didn't expect that no one would be there. So, I sat on the cold tile floor for the next 7 hours waiting for the counter to open. Then came the always exciting security ordeal. And then more sitting. At least there were chairs this time.
After my 12 hour flight to Beijing, I got to sit in that airport for another 6 hours before finally getting to Wuhan. At this point I was getting rather nervous because I knew that once I got to Wuhan I had to get a taxi and tell him where to take me to get home. I was all ready to prove to myself that I could do this. I again collected my 100 lbs. of baggage and drug it all out to the taxi line. My bags decided they wanted to fall all over each other and the curb so right away I looked like a completely incompetent foreigner.
I finally got all of my stuff in the taxi and then proceeded to tell the driver where to go. He began asking me questions to which my almost zero Chinese had no answer. Using my awesome context clues skills, I gathered that he was trying to tell me that there were two universities so he needed to know which one I wanted to go to. He said a few areas that I recognized, so I told him it was that one. He continued to try to make polite conversation as we drove along, but I generally had no idea what he was saying. It was really frustrating because he was nice, and I wanted to have a conversation with him, but I had no communication skills.
At one point along the way, I began to feel like we were definitely going in the wrong direction. This was confirmed when he stopped in front of the wrong university. Again, he started explaining something and I think he was trying to teach me the difference between the two so that I would know for next time. I still couldn't understand anything he was saying, and I really just wanted him to keep driving to the next one. We finally got to the right place, and after I paid him lots of money it took me a while to understand that I had to pay for the toll gate that we went through as well. By the time this was all over I was feeling really stupid and sad that I had failed so miserably at getting myself home. But at least he was nice, though I'm sure he was also frustrated and probably would have be happy to never see another foreigner again.
After this joyous end to my vacation, I got to drag my 100 1bs. of bags up four flights of stairs to my apartment. This was a delightful exercise for my heart after sitting on airplanes for 2 days straight. I had to stop at least twice on the way up because I was pretty sure that my heart was going to explode.
Well, my life is nothing if not exciting-here's to hoping my next taxi attempt is more successful:)
Saturday, November 26, 2011
..........apparently it was Thanksgiving........
So this was my first Thanksgiving that I didn't spend with my family, and it was one thing I was honestly worried about when I came over here. When I came over this time, I wasn't sure what to expect. During student teaching, homesickness was a huge struggle for me, and I was kind of expecting that to happen again. However, it has not been an issue this time around. I still miss family and friends, of course, but it is not in the same way it was during student teaching. I wasn't sure how I would handle the holidays, but it was surprising to find that it was not the struggle I thought it would be. Though, that might have something to do with the fact that I get to go home for Christmas this year-which is actually in only a few short weeks.
The holiday was actually quite fun. After school on Thursday, a group of teachers went to Aloha (an American style diner) who was serving all of the traditional Thanksgiving foods. It was fun to spend the evening eating way too much with everyone-that tradition still lives on:) Another tradition that my roommate has is to go shopping for Christmas decorations the day after Thanksgiving. So, on Friday a few of us went to the "crazy" market. This market is aptly named because it is HUGE-and there are lots of people............everywhere...........because it's China. We got some new decorations and a few other things for the apartment.
We spent the evening putting up the tree and decorating. If I could ever figure out how to post pictures on here, I might have to put some up. Our apartment is a bit of an eclectic assortment of colors that may or may not match. The walls in our apartment are stark white and I think that we decided we just wanted color.......everywhere. All in all, our apartment feels quite homey:)
The holiday was actually quite fun. After school on Thursday, a group of teachers went to Aloha (an American style diner) who was serving all of the traditional Thanksgiving foods. It was fun to spend the evening eating way too much with everyone-that tradition still lives on:) Another tradition that my roommate has is to go shopping for Christmas decorations the day after Thanksgiving. So, on Friday a few of us went to the "crazy" market. This market is aptly named because it is HUGE-and there are lots of people............everywhere...........because it's China. We got some new decorations and a few other things for the apartment.
We spent the evening putting up the tree and decorating. If I could ever figure out how to post pictures on here, I might have to put some up. Our apartment is a bit of an eclectic assortment of colors that may or may not match. The walls in our apartment are stark white and I think that we decided we just wanted color.......everywhere. All in all, our apartment feels quite homey:)
Monday, November 14, 2011
...........it's been awhile.............
So I have realized that I'm not very good at keeping up with regular communication-type things-as evidenced by the fact that I haven't updated this blog in about 3 weeks. I was trying to think of how to distill my life over the past month into a succinct blog post-which really wouldn't be that difficult because everything has become quite routine of late. I think my biggest adventure was the volleyball tournament couple of weeks ago, and I will now relate that epic journey.
The sports seasons here really only last about a quarter during the school year, and after a couple of months of practices (and a few games if you can find some Chinese teams willing to play), all of the schools meet in one of the cities for a two day tournament. Usually, we fly to the cities, but this year the tickets were so expensive that we had to find alternate means of transportation. So, with 45 middle school/ high school students in tow, we boarded an overnight train to Beijing on a Wednesday evening. We arrived in Beijing at 6:30 in the morning, where we boarded a bus to take us to another train station where we boarded a "fast" train to our final destination. The "fast" train took about 5 hours and we finally arrived..........22 hours after we left our original location.
The tournament itself was really fun. The high school girls team actually won the entire tournament. I'm certain it was due to my excellent assistant coaching skills:) Actually, I just took the stats-the head coach did all of the hard work. So, the tournament ended on Saturday, and we started our exodus back home on early Sunday morning. We took the "fast" train back to Beijing and then we split the group into two busses. The middle schoolers went on to the airport while the high schoolers went to a shopping/eating area in Beijing because we had 5 hours to kill before our plane left. However, we received a call from the middle school group, and they informed us that flights out of Beijing had been cancelled all day due to weather. The high school group got to the airport, and we assumed that our plane would also be delayed. However, the board didn't indicate a delay so we checked in and went to security. Sadly, it took us so long to get through security that we had to sprint to get to the plane because they were sitting and waiting for us.
As I was running through the airport (the first time I've ever had to do that by the way), I really wanted to stop and see the reaction of the Chinese people who were probably really amused by the huge group foreigners that were sprinting through the airport. Well if nothing else, we're certainly good for a show:)
And so, our plane took off on time while the poor middle school students were still waiting at the airport for their plane. Thankfully, they were able to leave about 20 minutes after we took off so we arrived at the airport around the same time-which was around 11:30....a mere 16 hours from the time we left that morning.
The sports seasons here really only last about a quarter during the school year, and after a couple of months of practices (and a few games if you can find some Chinese teams willing to play), all of the schools meet in one of the cities for a two day tournament. Usually, we fly to the cities, but this year the tickets were so expensive that we had to find alternate means of transportation. So, with 45 middle school/ high school students in tow, we boarded an overnight train to Beijing on a Wednesday evening. We arrived in Beijing at 6:30 in the morning, where we boarded a bus to take us to another train station where we boarded a "fast" train to our final destination. The "fast" train took about 5 hours and we finally arrived..........22 hours after we left our original location.
The tournament itself was really fun. The high school girls team actually won the entire tournament. I'm certain it was due to my excellent assistant coaching skills:) Actually, I just took the stats-the head coach did all of the hard work. So, the tournament ended on Saturday, and we started our exodus back home on early Sunday morning. We took the "fast" train back to Beijing and then we split the group into two busses. The middle schoolers went on to the airport while the high schoolers went to a shopping/eating area in Beijing because we had 5 hours to kill before our plane left. However, we received a call from the middle school group, and they informed us that flights out of Beijing had been cancelled all day due to weather. The high school group got to the airport, and we assumed that our plane would also be delayed. However, the board didn't indicate a delay so we checked in and went to security. Sadly, it took us so long to get through security that we had to sprint to get to the plane because they were sitting and waiting for us.
As I was running through the airport (the first time I've ever had to do that by the way), I really wanted to stop and see the reaction of the Chinese people who were probably really amused by the huge group foreigners that were sprinting through the airport. Well if nothing else, we're certainly good for a show:)
And so, our plane took off on time while the poor middle school students were still waiting at the airport for their plane. Thankfully, they were able to leave about 20 minutes after we took off so we arrived at the airport around the same time-which was around 11:30....a mere 16 hours from the time we left that morning.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
......holidays are neat.......
This last week was October holiday at school, which means a delightful week-long vacation from school. The first half was spent at a teacher's conference in Beijing. All of the teachers from the five different international schools in China met in Beijing for a few days of workshops. After the conference, I stayed in Beijing for an extra day with some other teachers to do some shopping. While there, I had my first legitimate hostel experience (the first "hostel" I ever stayed in was actually a bunch of apartments this guy owned that he rented out to various people). My first hostel stay gave me quite the story.
The hostel itself was actually really nice. It had a nice lounge area and a large courtyard outside with lounge chairs and a small restaurant. While we were checking in, they informed us that there were some issues with the dorm room we had booked for all four of us. They were then going to upgrade us to two rooms with two single beds each-so it was more hotel style than dorm bunk-bed style we had originally booked. The guy in charge started to lead us to the rooms, but my roommate and I were told to wait. After our other two friends left, we were told to wait because our room was in a different area. The lady then proceeded to explain that there was a bed broken in one of the rooms so we would be sharing the dorm room we originally booked with two other strangers. My roommate discussed this with her for awhile, trying to find out if there were any other rooms available. Eventually the guy returned and said that bed was not, in fact, broken, but the two people there had decided to extend their stay so they had to split us up. He ended his explanation with "your friends have better rooms."
To which my roommate replied, "I know."
So we went to the dorm room we were supposed to have and then called the other two to tell them what was going on. She then went back to the desk to explain that we didn't want to be with other people (because we're typical Americans), and we wanted the room we originally booked. So they decided to move the two people out of the dorm room and into the hotel style room. We would have felt guilty except for the fact that the other room was extremely nice so they definitely benefited from our stranger avoidance.
The only problem with this new plan was that the other two people staying in our room weren't currently at the hostel, and we weren't sure when they would return. We left to eat dinner, hoping they would be back by the time we came back.
When we got back, only one of the other girls had returned. We went to the room to find an elderly Chinese lady packing up her stuff to move to the other room. She then informed us that she had been enjoying that room for the past month and wondered how long we were staying. We all stared at our shoes as somebody mumbled "one night." We waited for about another hour, but the other girl still hadn't come back yet. So, we all went to bed. My roommate and I got to share a tiny single bed since the other bed still had the girl's stuff on it. Someone finally came in around 11 and started packing up the stuff while exclaiming how weird and strange the whole thing was. All of us pretended to be asleep. After she left, the housekeeping person came by and asked if he could change the sheets. Someone mumbled yes as we pretended that we were all still "asleep" and he changed the sheets. After that rather long process, he left and we all popped up because, of course, none of us had actually been sleeping.
So we finally got to sleep around 11:30 and the rest of the evening was uneventful. Though, when I woke up in the morning and looked around at the stark, white walls with no windows and the cold tile floor, I wondered if this was what it was like to wake up in prison. That aside, the hostel was really nice and besides the room mix-up, it was a good experience.
The rest of the day was spent shopping at the market and eating large amounts of western food before heading back to home and off my grown-up teachery responsibilities.
The hostel itself was actually really nice. It had a nice lounge area and a large courtyard outside with lounge chairs and a small restaurant. While we were checking in, they informed us that there were some issues with the dorm room we had booked for all four of us. They were then going to upgrade us to two rooms with two single beds each-so it was more hotel style than dorm bunk-bed style we had originally booked. The guy in charge started to lead us to the rooms, but my roommate and I were told to wait. After our other two friends left, we were told to wait because our room was in a different area. The lady then proceeded to explain that there was a bed broken in one of the rooms so we would be sharing the dorm room we originally booked with two other strangers. My roommate discussed this with her for awhile, trying to find out if there were any other rooms available. Eventually the guy returned and said that bed was not, in fact, broken, but the two people there had decided to extend their stay so they had to split us up. He ended his explanation with "your friends have better rooms."
To which my roommate replied, "I know."
So we went to the dorm room we were supposed to have and then called the other two to tell them what was going on. She then went back to the desk to explain that we didn't want to be with other people (because we're typical Americans), and we wanted the room we originally booked. So they decided to move the two people out of the dorm room and into the hotel style room. We would have felt guilty except for the fact that the other room was extremely nice so they definitely benefited from our stranger avoidance.
The only problem with this new plan was that the other two people staying in our room weren't currently at the hostel, and we weren't sure when they would return. We left to eat dinner, hoping they would be back by the time we came back.
When we got back, only one of the other girls had returned. We went to the room to find an elderly Chinese lady packing up her stuff to move to the other room. She then informed us that she had been enjoying that room for the past month and wondered how long we were staying. We all stared at our shoes as somebody mumbled "one night." We waited for about another hour, but the other girl still hadn't come back yet. So, we all went to bed. My roommate and I got to share a tiny single bed since the other bed still had the girl's stuff on it. Someone finally came in around 11 and started packing up the stuff while exclaiming how weird and strange the whole thing was. All of us pretended to be asleep. After she left, the housekeeping person came by and asked if he could change the sheets. Someone mumbled yes as we pretended that we were all still "asleep" and he changed the sheets. After that rather long process, he left and we all popped up because, of course, none of us had actually been sleeping.
So we finally got to sleep around 11:30 and the rest of the evening was uneventful. Though, when I woke up in the morning and looked around at the stark, white walls with no windows and the cold tile floor, I wondered if this was what it was like to wake up in prison. That aside, the hostel was really nice and besides the room mix-up, it was a good experience.
The rest of the day was spent shopping at the market and eating large amounts of western food before heading back to home and off my grown-up teachery responsibilities.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
.....hhmmm.......
So I have been trying to figure out what I should post for this week. As I get more and more into teaching, I have started to realize what a huge responsibility this is. We always talked about that in education classes, but you don't really realize how true that is until you actually get into a classroom. One of the classes that I'm teaching this year was just added because there is a small group of ESL students that need some specific instruction in reading strategies. And so, along with attempting to figure out ESL in general, I have also been planning/teaching this brand new class. There aren't a lot of resources out there, so a lot of it is very experimental. I have finally come to a place where I see what the students need, I'm just trying to figure out how to teach it.
I didn't realize how many skills you just kind of pick up in school in the States without specifically being taught. For example, I'm attempting to teach them how to research-I can't even remember how I was taught. In fact, I don't think I was specifically taught, I just started researching in high school and that was about it. But, I have found it rather difficult to explain effective internet searching and finding the information you actually need out of the millions of articles that you find. These students have done a lot of research before, but it's an extremely frustrating process for them because they are language learners (and from cultures that don't view research the same way that States does), and I am really trying to show them things that will make the process less agonizing.
Along with that, we are also reading a novel in that class and the themes and life application that can be taken from the book are really good. Again, I have been attempting to connect these themes and issues with their lives. In and of itself, doing this in an English class in the States is hard enough--then you add the language barrier and it gives a delightful twist to life:) .....meh....I think I've come to the conclusion that I'm probably trying too hard. I don't know, I want so much to show them that books and reading really do matter, but I suppose I can only do so much.
On the other hand, my 8th grade lit. class has been a lot of fun. They are a group of students that just love reading. I continue to be impressed with their insight and their desire to learn and ask questions.
I also have a new appreciation for the teacher who teaches the religion class here. My ESL student (yes, I only have one-my other student was deemed proficient enough to pass out of ESL) brings in her homework from that class, and we work on it together. There have been many times that I have been rather stuck as to how to explain certain passages, or faith in general to someone who has very basic English skills. Again, I kept thinking about the opportunity that I have in that class as I work with her and attempt to explain things about faith.
Even in these couple short months, I have experienced many challenges and opportunities that I wasn't expecting. There have been bright spots, but I think I'm just beginning to understand what this job will require of me. He certainly does like to stretch and challenge us:)
I didn't realize how many skills you just kind of pick up in school in the States without specifically being taught. For example, I'm attempting to teach them how to research-I can't even remember how I was taught. In fact, I don't think I was specifically taught, I just started researching in high school and that was about it. But, I have found it rather difficult to explain effective internet searching and finding the information you actually need out of the millions of articles that you find. These students have done a lot of research before, but it's an extremely frustrating process for them because they are language learners (and from cultures that don't view research the same way that States does), and I am really trying to show them things that will make the process less agonizing.
Along with that, we are also reading a novel in that class and the themes and life application that can be taken from the book are really good. Again, I have been attempting to connect these themes and issues with their lives. In and of itself, doing this in an English class in the States is hard enough--then you add the language barrier and it gives a delightful twist to life:) .....meh....I think I've come to the conclusion that I'm probably trying too hard. I don't know, I want so much to show them that books and reading really do matter, but I suppose I can only do so much.
On the other hand, my 8th grade lit. class has been a lot of fun. They are a group of students that just love reading. I continue to be impressed with their insight and their desire to learn and ask questions.
I also have a new appreciation for the teacher who teaches the religion class here. My ESL student (yes, I only have one-my other student was deemed proficient enough to pass out of ESL) brings in her homework from that class, and we work on it together. There have been many times that I have been rather stuck as to how to explain certain passages, or faith in general to someone who has very basic English skills. Again, I kept thinking about the opportunity that I have in that class as I work with her and attempt to explain things about faith.
Even in these couple short months, I have experienced many challenges and opportunities that I wasn't expecting. There have been bright spots, but I think I'm just beginning to understand what this job will require of me. He certainly does like to stretch and challenge us:)
Sunday, September 18, 2011
...I went to a basketball game......yes....you should be proud of me....
Currently, the FIBA Asia Championship basketball tournament is taking place at a stadium a mere 15 minute walk from my home. One of the teachers at school got tickets this weekend and so my roommate and I went to a couple of games on Saturday afternoon. Apparently these games decide which teams go on to compete in the Olympics so they're a pretty big deal. However, we went on the first weekend so we saw some of the lowest teams playing. It was quite a unique experience, and I will try to relate it as best I can.
The first thing I noticed when we sat down was the fact that I'm pretty sure the court is smaller than any basketball court I've ever seen. I assumed that all basketball courts were set up according to some type of regulated measurements, but this court was definitely smaller than ones I've seen before. It was also strange that there weren't a lot of people there. Now, we were at the Saturday afternoon games watching teams that weren't really expected to do much, so I know that had a lot to do with it, but it was still strange.
The first game was between Korea and India. So they start the game like normal.......and then..........the music......oh my. Throughout the entire game they played short clips from all of the following (this is not fabricated, we made a list):
-If You're Happy and You Know it, Clap Your Hands,
-Star Wars: The Imperial March
-It's Raining Men (quite appropriate actually-I approved of that selection)
-Smoke on the Water
-A random tune that sounded Greek
-Traditional Chinese music
-Popular Korean songs
-An Indian ditty
-The Final Countdown
-She'll be Comin' Round the Mountain
-American pop songs (I don't know the titles, but I recognized the tunes)
-BINGO
-Battle Hymn of the Republic
-A distinguished English classical sonata
There were a few more, but you get the idea-all of these would repeat throughout the game. It was the best game of "Name that Tune" I'd ever played. I'm pretty sure that the best part of the whole thing was the music.
The second game we saw was between Chinese Taipei and Qatar. The Qatar team only had 5 players, and it appeared that they didn't really have an actual coach. They had at least 6 people sitting on the bench that looked coach like, but every time they had a time out one of the players was telling everyone what to do. At one point, one of the players had some type of injury and had to sit out for a few minutes of the game-leaving the other four to fend off the opposition. Needless to say, they lost-however, they actually didn't lose as bad as India lost to Korea.
Other than the music, the games were not as intense or aggressive as I've seen in the States. Also, the refs don't really catch much. If I can tell that they aren't calling it when people are traveling or fouling each other, than there's a serious problem. It was also fun to watch the crowd because they cheer for everybody. This is probably because China wasn't playing in either of the games so they didn't care who won either way. Though it was strange that they really only cheered when anyone made a basket. Other than that, it was basically silent. I was actually thankful for the random music because when it stopped for a few seconds all you could hear was the squeaky shoes of the players. It was strange to go to a sports event without die hard fans screaming at each other, the players and the refs.
And so, it was a pretty fun afternoon and quite a unique experience.
The first thing I noticed when we sat down was the fact that I'm pretty sure the court is smaller than any basketball court I've ever seen. I assumed that all basketball courts were set up according to some type of regulated measurements, but this court was definitely smaller than ones I've seen before. It was also strange that there weren't a lot of people there. Now, we were at the Saturday afternoon games watching teams that weren't really expected to do much, so I know that had a lot to do with it, but it was still strange.
The first game was between Korea and India. So they start the game like normal.......and then..........the music......oh my. Throughout the entire game they played short clips from all of the following (this is not fabricated, we made a list):
-If You're Happy and You Know it, Clap Your Hands,
-Star Wars: The Imperial March
-It's Raining Men (quite appropriate actually-I approved of that selection)
-Smoke on the Water
-A random tune that sounded Greek
-Traditional Chinese music
-Popular Korean songs
-An Indian ditty
-The Final Countdown
-She'll be Comin' Round the Mountain
-American pop songs (I don't know the titles, but I recognized the tunes)
-BINGO
-Battle Hymn of the Republic
-A distinguished English classical sonata
There were a few more, but you get the idea-all of these would repeat throughout the game. It was the best game of "Name that Tune" I'd ever played. I'm pretty sure that the best part of the whole thing was the music.
The second game we saw was between Chinese Taipei and Qatar. The Qatar team only had 5 players, and it appeared that they didn't really have an actual coach. They had at least 6 people sitting on the bench that looked coach like, but every time they had a time out one of the players was telling everyone what to do. At one point, one of the players had some type of injury and had to sit out for a few minutes of the game-leaving the other four to fend off the opposition. Needless to say, they lost-however, they actually didn't lose as bad as India lost to Korea.
Other than the music, the games were not as intense or aggressive as I've seen in the States. Also, the refs don't really catch much. If I can tell that they aren't calling it when people are traveling or fouling each other, than there's a serious problem. It was also fun to watch the crowd because they cheer for everybody. This is probably because China wasn't playing in either of the games so they didn't care who won either way. Though it was strange that they really only cheered when anyone made a basket. Other than that, it was basically silent. I was actually thankful for the random music because when it stopped for a few seconds all you could hear was the squeaky shoes of the players. It was strange to go to a sports event without die hard fans screaming at each other, the players and the refs.
And so, it was a pretty fun afternoon and quite a unique experience.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
...apparently I was channeling my inner feline...
My roommate is an amazing cook, and she likes to make lots of tasty food. This week she made a huge pot of vegetable soup that is full of health, and we were excited to have food for lunch/dinner for the next few days. We have not been extremely motivated to shop for groceries lately, so this is basically all of the food we currently have in our house.
I was excited to have some good food for lunch, but sadly I arrived at school before realizing that I had left my food at home. I was preparing for a foodless day at school when my roommate brought me a can of tuna that she had left in her drawer. And so, along with some chips I sat at my desk eating my tuna out of a can. As I was eating, I couldn't help thinking about how similar cans of cat food and tuna are. I do enjoy tuna, but it was slightly amusing to sit and eat it straight out of a can, and I felt slightly cat-like.
So, later that day I also had my Chinese lesson. I get Chinese lessons twice a week at the end of the day. Right now, I'm just learning the vowel sounds. The first round of sounds went pretty well, but the ones I was learning this week were a bit tricky. I'm saying all of the sounds and attempting to get my mouth to move the right way so that they sound right. As I'm repeating all of the sounds, I notice that my head keeps bobbing up and down as I try to pronounce all of the words. I wonder if my language teacher ever wants to chuckle at how ridiculous I look as I try to make the right sounds. My last lesson was pretty fun-I learned how to count from 1-10, which now enables me to count from 1-100. I'm quite proud of my kindergarten level Chinese skills:)
I was excited to have some good food for lunch, but sadly I arrived at school before realizing that I had left my food at home. I was preparing for a foodless day at school when my roommate brought me a can of tuna that she had left in her drawer. And so, along with some chips I sat at my desk eating my tuna out of a can. As I was eating, I couldn't help thinking about how similar cans of cat food and tuna are. I do enjoy tuna, but it was slightly amusing to sit and eat it straight out of a can, and I felt slightly cat-like.
So, later that day I also had my Chinese lesson. I get Chinese lessons twice a week at the end of the day. Right now, I'm just learning the vowel sounds. The first round of sounds went pretty well, but the ones I was learning this week were a bit tricky. I'm saying all of the sounds and attempting to get my mouth to move the right way so that they sound right. As I'm repeating all of the sounds, I notice that my head keeps bobbing up and down as I try to pronounce all of the words. I wonder if my language teacher ever wants to chuckle at how ridiculous I look as I try to make the right sounds. My last lesson was pretty fun-I learned how to count from 1-10, which now enables me to count from 1-100. I'm quite proud of my kindergarten level Chinese skills:)
Saturday, September 3, 2011
....so this week.....
This past week at school was a bit crazy. Fall camp was awesome, but it put me behind with my planning. The entire week I felt like I was running to catch up, and as soon as I did, I realized I was still way behind. I find myself just making sure that everything was in place for the next class I had to teach. I don't enjoy feeling that unprepared, and it left me feeling like I was completely failing with all of my classes.
Teaching ESL is a quite a different experience as well. So much of the planning depends on what the students need, so many times it's not possible to even plan far in advance. It's also disconcerting when I walk into class with my neat little plan, and they look at it and say "this is easy." So then it's time for Kara to come up with a new plan on the spot-quite the growing experience:)
Though the week was difficult, I clearly saw Him working through all of my failures and insecurities. I had a particular lesson and activity in mind that I wanted to do this week, but I did not have the time to plan it like I wanted. I went to my 8th grade English class and before I started with everything, I asked if they had questions about the reading. We ended up discussing the book for the entire class period. He knew what the students needed, and it was really fun just to talk about the book with my students. I continue to be impressed with their insight and questions about the material. And so, I started the week struggling with my weaknesses and failures and wondering why He has called me to do this, and He faithfully encouraged me and helped me realize that He is, of course, in control and able to work through me in spite of all my failures.
Teaching ESL is a quite a different experience as well. So much of the planning depends on what the students need, so many times it's not possible to even plan far in advance. It's also disconcerting when I walk into class with my neat little plan, and they look at it and say "this is easy." So then it's time for Kara to come up with a new plan on the spot-quite the growing experience:)
Though the week was difficult, I clearly saw Him working through all of my failures and insecurities. I had a particular lesson and activity in mind that I wanted to do this week, but I did not have the time to plan it like I wanted. I went to my 8th grade English class and before I started with everything, I asked if they had questions about the reading. We ended up discussing the book for the entire class period. He knew what the students needed, and it was really fun just to talk about the book with my students. I continue to be impressed with their insight and questions about the material. And so, I started the week struggling with my weaknesses and failures and wondering why He has called me to do this, and He faithfully encouraged me and helped me realize that He is, of course, in control and able to work through me in spite of all my failures.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
.......and then there was fall camp..........
So one of the school activities at school is fall camp. This year, it was decided that we would take our 25 high school students tent camping for two and a half days. During the planning process, I wasn't exactly sure how this was all going to work out since camping is not a prevalent pastime here. Deciding on a menu that didn't require the use of a refrigerator was also intriguing. Camping in China with this many people had never been attempted for fall camp before and we were heavily relying on Him to work out all of the small details. So, with a "I'm not entirely certain how this will all work out, but we're going to give a shot" attitude, we completed our schedule of activities, purchased the needed items, and set off for the woods.
It was quite refreshing to see nature in China, which is a rare sight in the middle of the city. The campsite was located in a valley between a few mountains. Nothing could beat waking up to the sun peeking over the mountain tops while the fog snaked its way between the peaks. The campsite didn't contain running water or electricity, and the "bathroom" facilities were a bit frightening. However, the experience was great and the students really enjoyed the few days we were there. I was extremely impressed with the fact that the students did not complain even though this was out of their comfort zone for many. However, they all approached the activities and the entire camping experience with excitement. The activities included various team building games and a hike through one of the mountains. After playing in the refreshing mountain stream, the lack of showers didn't seem to be a big deal anymore.
I believe one of the most amusing moments happened during the challenge hike on the second day. The hike itself took about 45 minutes, but there teachers placed at different spots along the trail and as the students got to each station they had to complete a team building challenge. For my station, I tied a rope between two trees and they had to get their entire team over the rope without touching it, and I was not supposed to assist them. This was a bit hazardous since it was a slightly narrow trail with a steep drop-off on one side. A few of the groups decided that the best option open to them was to simply vault over the rope and hope for the best landing on the uneven rock stops on the other side. I informed them that that wasn't an option and then told them that they could use me for assistance.
After assisting almost an entire group over the rope, I went to the other side and waited while the remaining two team members discussed how they would both get themselves over the rope. Again, vaulting surfaced as the only option they actually wanted to try. I then told them that they could use me for assistance. One student looked at me and replied, "you're kind of useless." This was a reasonable response since teachers clearly do nothing but teach, and I'm a woman on top of it so that really added points to my useless score. Thankfully, the female team members quickly reminded him that I had, in fact, helped every one of them over the rope so far. Thus, I was vindicated.
All in all, fall camp was a huge success with the students and it was fun to interact with students outside of the classroom. The whole process was also a huge testament to His provision and what can happen when He is in control. The weather was perfect, the students were enthusiastic, and most didn't want to leave when it came to the end.
It was quite refreshing to see nature in China, which is a rare sight in the middle of the city. The campsite was located in a valley between a few mountains. Nothing could beat waking up to the sun peeking over the mountain tops while the fog snaked its way between the peaks. The campsite didn't contain running water or electricity, and the "bathroom" facilities were a bit frightening. However, the experience was great and the students really enjoyed the few days we were there. I was extremely impressed with the fact that the students did not complain even though this was out of their comfort zone for many. However, they all approached the activities and the entire camping experience with excitement. The activities included various team building games and a hike through one of the mountains. After playing in the refreshing mountain stream, the lack of showers didn't seem to be a big deal anymore.
I believe one of the most amusing moments happened during the challenge hike on the second day. The hike itself took about 45 minutes, but there teachers placed at different spots along the trail and as the students got to each station they had to complete a team building challenge. For my station, I tied a rope between two trees and they had to get their entire team over the rope without touching it, and I was not supposed to assist them. This was a bit hazardous since it was a slightly narrow trail with a steep drop-off on one side. A few of the groups decided that the best option open to them was to simply vault over the rope and hope for the best landing on the uneven rock stops on the other side. I informed them that that wasn't an option and then told them that they could use me for assistance.
After assisting almost an entire group over the rope, I went to the other side and waited while the remaining two team members discussed how they would both get themselves over the rope. Again, vaulting surfaced as the only option they actually wanted to try. I then told them that they could use me for assistance. One student looked at me and replied, "you're kind of useless." This was a reasonable response since teachers clearly do nothing but teach, and I'm a woman on top of it so that really added points to my useless score. Thankfully, the female team members quickly reminded him that I had, in fact, helped every one of them over the rope so far. Thus, I was vindicated.
All in all, fall camp was a huge success with the students and it was fun to interact with students outside of the classroom. The whole process was also a huge testament to His provision and what can happen when He is in control. The weather was perfect, the students were enthusiastic, and most didn't want to leave when it came to the end.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
......and yes........I could have set the computer on fire...............
So my roommate and I returned to China this school year with shiny, new Mac laptops that instantly made us cool. Apartment thievery is not extremely common around here, but it has been known to happen. Due to the fact that we now had something worth thieving, we discussed hiding places that were more obscure. We decided that the oven would be acceptable since it is highly unlikely that a seedy character would bother looking for anything of value in the kitchen.
This plan worked quite well until I came home and decided to make muffins. After a few minutes of pre-heating, I noticed a rather acrid smell pouring from the oven. Realizing that yes, indeed, my roommate's computer was in the oven, I quickly rescued it from peril. Thankfully, the computer was in a super-protective case which was only slightly melted on the outside, and the computer itself was fine. I have contemplated sending this story into the people that sell the protective laptop sleeves as a testimonial to their well made product. I'm certain that the popularity of their product would then spread like wildfire:)
This plan worked quite well until I came home and decided to make muffins. After a few minutes of pre-heating, I noticed a rather acrid smell pouring from the oven. Realizing that yes, indeed, my roommate's computer was in the oven, I quickly rescued it from peril. Thankfully, the computer was in a super-protective case which was only slightly melted on the outside, and the computer itself was fine. I have contemplated sending this story into the people that sell the protective laptop sleeves as a testimonial to their well made product. I'm certain that the popularity of their product would then spread like wildfire:)
........and so it begins........
I have officially finished my 4th day as a "real" adult with real job. It is kind of nice to be able to say I'm a teacher rather than always saying my major and the fact that I'm studying to be a teacher one day. The first few days of school have gone really well. Of course, I'm currently only teaching half of my classes so that might have something to do with it. The high school ESL department here is very small and currently I only have 2 ESL students. Neither of them have arrived at school yet, and I have them for two classes. So, I have only been teaching my other two classes so far. It's nice to have some extra planning time, but I'm definitely ready for them to come so I can teach a full day.
I have also signed up to be an assistant coach for high school girls volleyball. For some reason, everyone I know seems to chuckle at that when I tell them. Considering my stellar athletic skills and love of sports in general, I continue to be surprised by this. Thankfully, you do not have to be a sports expert to help coach here, and I thought it would be a great way to get involved and get to know the students outside of the classroom.
I have also signed up to be an assistant coach for high school girls volleyball. For some reason, everyone I know seems to chuckle at that when I tell them. Considering my stellar athletic skills and love of sports in general, I continue to be surprised by this. Thankfully, you do not have to be a sports expert to help coach here, and I thought it would be a great way to get involved and get to know the students outside of the classroom.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
....popcorn......on the stove???............
I am continually surprised by the many things that are accomplished here without all of the gadgets and conveniences in the States. Even though there are some things here that aren't readily available, the amount of things that are available surprises me. For some reason, I always believed that since I'm living in another country I must immediately give up everything I liked from the States because I couldn't possibly find them here. However, I'm beginning to realize that is definitely not true-I simply have to go about things different here.
For instance, I have never made popcorn with anything but an air popper. I have seen some type of foil contraption that you place on the stove, but I've never actually used one. This afternoon my roommate showed me that you can actually make popcorn in a pot on the stove. Now, this may seem like a ridiculously silly revelation (especially for those of you who are more trained in the culinary art of popcorn than I), but I found it thoroughly enjoyable to sit and watch all of the kernels pop into a small cloud of tastiness.
This particular store may be slightly silly, but I generally come across things like that a few times a week. It gives me a small sense of confidence to realize that I can still do things here that I loved to do back in the States. And of course, it's always exciting to have experiences here that are totally unique to China. It may be small, but these things help to make this place feel less overwhelming and a little more like a new home.
For instance, I have never made popcorn with anything but an air popper. I have seen some type of foil contraption that you place on the stove, but I've never actually used one. This afternoon my roommate showed me that you can actually make popcorn in a pot on the stove. Now, this may seem like a ridiculously silly revelation (especially for those of you who are more trained in the culinary art of popcorn than I), but I found it thoroughly enjoyable to sit and watch all of the kernels pop into a small cloud of tastiness.
This particular store may be slightly silly, but I generally come across things like that a few times a week. It gives me a small sense of confidence to realize that I can still do things here that I loved to do back in the States. And of course, it's always exciting to have experiences here that are totally unique to China. It may be small, but these things help to make this place feel less overwhelming and a little more like a new home.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
......the rumors are true.....the humidity is stifling.............
And so, other than the life sucking heat, my first couple of weeks here have been pretty good. I spent the first week getting over jet lag and settling into my apartment. Compared to settling in during student teaching, this experience has been quite different. It has made a huge difference to be able to actually settle into an apartment and start to make it feel like home.
Work days at the school officially started this week so I have spent most of the time lesson planning. The 8th grade class curriculum was already in place so I feel good about that class. I have to create a curriculum for one of my ESL classes so it's been interesting figuring that out. School starts in a week and I'm surprisingly not terrified........yet. I'm expecting the nerves to start next week.
I think the thing that I was most excited to come back to is the food.......and it has not disappointed me. So, my transition back has gone very well and I'm enjoying some more relaxed time before all of the insanity begins next week.
Work days at the school officially started this week so I have spent most of the time lesson planning. The 8th grade class curriculum was already in place so I feel good about that class. I have to create a curriculum for one of my ESL classes so it's been interesting figuring that out. School starts in a week and I'm surprisingly not terrified........yet. I'm expecting the nerves to start next week.
I think the thing that I was most excited to come back to is the food.......and it has not disappointed me. So, my transition back has gone very well and I'm enjoying some more relaxed time before all of the insanity begins next week.
Friday, July 22, 2011
......in an airport.......
I have successfully made the 12 hour trip across the water and am now sitting in an airport in Korea awaiting my final flight to China. The trip consisted of sleeping and movie watching-so nothing too exciting going on there. However, I thoroughly enjoyed the uneventful travel. My plan for this blog is to update weekly, or more as Kara makes entertaining cultural blunders that provide interesting stories. I'm not certain how long it will take me to get all of the internet details set up at my apartment, so it might be awhile before I'm able to post again.
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