Luck was most certainly with me on my flight from Vancouver to Shanghai, because there were many empty seats on this flight, and I was able to
move from my original, cramped space, to a few empty seats, where I gleefully claimed an entire row as my own personal territory.
A high accurate representation of what I looked like on the flight.
After my wonderful plane flight, I found myself at Shanghai 's Pudong
Airport , where a driver
was waiting to pick me up and drive me directly to the foreign student
dormitories. There's a pretty humorous anecdote here: Once I had reached the arrivals
section of the airport, I could not find anyone with a sign holding my name! Rather
than stand around like a deer in the headlights, I walked up to some folks at
the information desk, and ordered them to call my contact number for Suzhou
University - which was conveniently written on my university acceptance letters
- and told the folks to tell my contact to phone my driver to order him to come
to the information desk where I was waiting! After 10 minutes of annoyed
waiting, the driver showed up with a dumbfounded look on his face, profusely
apologizing to me. It turns out he had a sign with my name on it, but he had
forgotten to hold it up!
I'm the fellow on the left, and the airport employees/driver are the fellow on the right
Having successfully with that little debacle like a
proverbial "bull in a China
shop" (pun intended), my driver took me to my car - a nice-looking Volkswagen -
and drove me without incident to my dormitory building in Suzhou.
My driver and the car I was driven in - taken in Pudong Airport's parking lot
Once I arrived at the university, my driver was nice enough
to help me up with my luggage to my dormitory room, which is located on the
fifth floor!
The entrance to my building - notice the lack of an elevator
The daunting view as we arduously trekked up the stairs
When I got to my room, I was greeted by my roommate, a
Mexican fellow name Miguel, who has only just started to learn Chinese.
Pictured: Miguel at his computer in our dorm room
I was worried, at first, that I'd have to attempt to converse
with Miguel in my pitifully butchered - and mostly forgotten - high-school
Spanish. As luck would have it, Miguel speaks fairly decent English, so we
speak with one another in a strange form of English with some chunks of Spanish and
Chinese vocabulary thrown in to fill the gaps.
Like this, but not a stupid Adam Sandler romantic comedy
Today, I managed to register and complete my placement tests
for my classes to determine what level of Chinese language I should be put in.
I was rather worried about this because the Chinese characters I wrote on these
particular tests were the first ones I'd written in several months, and regardless
of the fact that I've been reading some Chinese-language books and watching
some Chinese movies, I felt my practical skills in the language were absurdly
rusty at best. Despite my expectations to be tossed into a mid-level class, the
testers decided to place me in the most advanced language class in the
university.
It turns out my efforts to read Harry Potter in Chinese weren't frivolous after all
After being told of my placement test results, the folks in the office subsequently told me that I'd probably be put into a different dormitory room next week- one where I didn't have a roommate - because the administration likes to put students of the same level together with one another - and seemingly give special treatment to the upper level students. I was very much pleased with this since my current dorm room is more than a little filthy. I'll post some pictures of my bathroom to illustrate.
It's hard to see, but there's gunk and mold everywhere - and pictures cannot even describe the ungodly smell
The last thing I'll talk about before finishing are the Chinese students themselves. I didn't realize until I came here to the university that all Chinese university students must, in their first year, undergo some basic military training, so there are literally thousands of young Chinese men and women marching around in blue army uniforms, standing in formation, and chanting slogans that, from a distance, sound very similar to the Bane chant from The Dark Knight Rises! In fact, I woke up this morning listening to their dulcet tones.
Pictured - China's finest defending the nation from the evil imperialist forces of capitalism (ie. the Japanese, Russians, and Americans)
With that, dear reader, I will leave you (hopefully) eagerly awaiting my next blog post. Here's some good music to get you in the spirit of defending the nation from the evil imperialist forces:
What you wouldn't give for a spray bottle of Tilex and a big jug of bleach, eh? Just wait until you're in your own room next week, you'll be able to douse the walls and floor :D Miss home yet...lol?
ReplyDeleteOh, the joys of Shanghai Pudong airport. Were they still playing that cartoon video of a pig rapping about swine flu? Or at least I hope it was about swine flu...
ReplyDeleteAt least the Chinese guys get to do the military training at the same time as university classes, Singapore pulls them all straight out of highschool for two years, so the first year girls are 18 and the boys are 20. Odd system.
No rapping pig anymore, but there were still posters - entirely in Chinese - about H1N1.
ReplyDeleteThat really is an odd system in Singapore. I think the notion of required military service is foolish to begin with, but at least China's makes a modicum of sense.