Showing posts with label Class. Show all posts
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Sunday, December 16, 2012

All Good Things... A Farewell

Dear Reader,

I have decided to go back to Canada a good deal earlier than I had originally anticipated in order to finish off my Master's thesis, and so this shall be my very last blog post. It has been a very unique few months to say the least here at Suzhou University (SuDa), but I feel my time would be better used back in Canada working towards the completion of my degree. For this final blog post, I will list some things that I will miss - and not miss- about my life here in Suzhou, China.



What I Won't Miss:

A Lack of Manners

Not even picking up after his dog...
It's the Chinese way to have very little in the way of a filter between what you think and what you say, at least when it comes to foreigners. Many Chinese will quite happily call you a stupid, fat, foreigner - or worse - right to your face, and refer to you as such in front of their co-workers and friends because they automatically assume that foreigners cannot speak any Chinese whatsoever. While it can be very rewarding to cut into them using Mandarin, the temporary satisfaction does not make up for the fact that it just keeps on happening, and happening, and happening.


Something funny about the Chinese is how they often love commenting on the exact same things about people. In my case, this is generally about the fact that I am still wearing shorts in the winter. According to them, the winters in Suzhou are very, very cold, but I don't feel it at all.


Autumn
Winter



















I've probably had the exact same conversation about my not being cold at least seventy times over the past two months, to the point where I had the entire conversation memorized right down to the Chinese facial expressions!

What is worse, however, is the noise, not caused so much by the Chinese, but rather by the other foreign students on campus.


There are many Koreans studying here at SuDa. So many, in fact, that most of the signs for foreigners around campus have Korean more often than English:

If you couldn't read either  Chinese characters or  Korean (underlined in blue), you were screwed  using the laundry!

There is this song called "Gangnam Style," which happens to be extremely popular right now, being the most watched video in Youtube history. If you haven't seen it, here's the music video:



Many of these Korean students love to party nearly every night of the week, and they always connect their iPods and laptops with their music libraries (which is mostly Gangnam Style and various remixes of it) to high-end speakers, which they then crank up to their maximum volume and base settings to the point where literally everybody in the dorm building can hear it. 

The din of their constant partying, of course, makes genuine studying a statistical impossibility. To make matters worse, despite the constants complaints from many of other dormitory residents, our ayi (阿姨,dorm carecakers) and our university administration have refused to do anything about to matter. And speaking of ayis...

"Free" Accommodation

According to the information that was given to me about my scholarship - these rules also apply to every other foreigner who has a scholarship in China - our rooms are supposed to be absolutely free, with us not having to pay for anything. However, my so-called free accommodation here at SuDa is far from it, as we students are forcibly charged for our electricity and our internet usage. If we do not pay our 'bill', our electricity gets turned off, period. The university even had the gall to make use coin-operated washing machines.

Coin-operated washing machines in a country where getting coins is absurdly difficult. Thanks, SuDa!
The university also charges little user fees here and there for things like official forms - which are also supposed to be free - and medical examinations - which are supposed to be covered and not paid by us or our scholarship money. I'll be very happy to leave this corrupt little racket behind.

At least the ayi had a nice smile when you paid her!

Classes

The Chinese language school for foreigners
SuDa has acceptable Chinese classes for foreigners if you are interested in learning the very basics of the language, or wish to learn "business Chinese." I already have good grasp of the basics - having studied the language since I was 18 - and have no interest in learning 'business' vocabulary. My interests are more academic, and the particulars of the Chinese language that I wish to learn - that is, the more classical aspects of the language - are not available here at SuDa. It also didn't help matters that the teachers I was stuck with were not interested in discussing any more esoteric or academic topics in Chinese, and were rather adamant about sticking to the dull-as-ditchwater textbooks.



Health Standards

Growing up in the sterile and extremely clean environment of a first-world nation, I doubt I'll ever be able to accept what the Chinese accept as 'clean.' Take this bathroom, for example:


The spitting is another matter. In traditional Chinese society, it is seen as disgusting to swallow your own saliva, so everybody from the youngest child to the oldest person spits. That by itself is off-putting by itself, but the Chinese tend to go about spitting in a very ritualistic way by loudly hocking their saliva up before actually spitting. It is especially lovely when you hear this sound behind you, because you have to wonder if any of that saliva is about to end up on your clothing or in your hair! Humorously, this is a habit the Chinese government has been trying to get rid of for years, so I'm obviously not alone in my disgust:


One thing I never mentioned in any of posts before is just how nasty Chinese viruses and bacteria can be. I've had to struggle almost the entire time I've been here with constantly getting sick. If it wasn't some nasty cold, it was a fever; if it wasn't a nasty cough, it was a it was a sore throat. Not being constantly sick is something I'll be very grateful for.

You'd be surprised how fast I depleted my medical supplies

With all of my griping out of the way, let's start mentioning the things I'll miss!

Things I'll miss:

Food

Despite one or two issues, I will honestly miss most of the food here in Suzhou. It is cheap, delicious, and nutritious, so what more could one ask for? At the university - as well as just off campus - the places are all heavily subsidized by the government, thus making the food exceptionally cheap, even for Chinese standards. I generally spend no more than 50-70-RMB (about $10-15 Canadian) per week on food, and it is very filling.

I especially love the vendors and hole-in-the-wall restaurants all over the place that sell a wonderful variety of Chinese goodies, such as egg-filled wraps (鸡蛋灌饼)...


...Chinese "burgers" ( 肉夹馍)...


... dumplings (包子)...



...Chinese meat-kebabs (肉串)...


... and, of coursemalatang (麻辣烫).


Unless you have actually eaten Chinese food in China, you have never truly eaten. The stuff everybody in Canada and the US eats at Chinese restaurants - and I can speak from experience here - is a watered-down, flavorless bastardization of the real deal, generally because the Chinese assume we are a bunch of sissies who cannot eat their 'real' food. Thus, I'm going to genuinely miss having access to all this great food.

At least China's most popular restaurant will still be available in Canada!
Transportation

Transportation in China is both easily accessible and cheap, even if you only have a very basic grasp of the language. Taxis are available everywhere for reasonable prices, and can take you anywhere extremely fast.

If they think you can speak Chinese, taxi drivers will also provide you with a rather humorous conversation partner!
If you're feeling too stingy for a taxi, the bus and metro systems in the cities are also top-notch, with stations for both found all over Suzhou. I think it's hilarious I am more familiar with the bus system here in Suzhou than I am in my own home town!

Xiangmen (相门) bus station, which I became very familiar with

Finally, I cannot finish this section without waxing poetic about the Chinese train system, which is by far the best and most efficient train system I have ever seen - and I've traveled across continental Europe by train!

Taken 2006
The tickets for the Chinese trains are reasonably priced, the trains themselves are all well taken care of, and go extremely fast to get to you to your destination, often going several hundred kilometers per hour. I was  told that - back in the China of the 1980s - it used to take at least eight hours for a train to get from Shanghai to Nanjing. Now, it can be done in less than two!



Canada has a rail system as well, but it is both expensive and slow, and simply nowhere near a great as China's railways.

Teaching


I never though in my wildest dreams that I would not only end up teaching kindergartners  but enjoy doing it as well. When I was a teenager, I always loathed the idea of even having to babysit other kids, wanting nothing more than to give them a good kick to shut them up.


I most certainly didn't feel that when teaching these kids, however. I was able to play a lot of really fun games, direct a classroom, and figure out just how hard teachers have to work to keep order in their classrooms.


Of course there was the occasional annoying and rowdy child, but I honestly enjoyed every single day that I taught these kids English, and I will really miss them.

The money was great too!

Friends


What can I say, other than I'll terribly miss the friends I've made while here.


While it is a veritable United Nations of people here, I ended up befriending more Latinos - and Latinas - than any other group of people. I can probably thank my roommate Miguel for this, who ended up being as great a roommate as I could have ever hoped for. Also, even though I can speak some Spanish, it aggravated me to no end that I didn't study more Spanish after I graduated high school.

Miguel (Mexico) and Alan (Argentina) would have probably preferred my knowing more Spanish as well!
While I didn't become friends with any Chinese students, I did end up befriending the guards that take care of the main entrance to SuDa's eastern campus, to the point where we knew one another by name. It was always a real treat bantering with them about their lives and their very long days.


I'll also miss the fellow kindergarten teachers that I befriended, Nela, from Mexcio, who got me the teaching job in the first place...


...Christy, from Ireland, who was one of my co-workers...

The red-haired fellow, not our waiter who also wanted to be in the photo
...and Michael, a really strange young man from Texas who loved endlessly talking about conspiracy theories...

Artistic interpretation
I had a lot of fun conversing with all of them about their experiences both teaching and living in China, and experiencing China from a radically different way than just a mere student.

Conclusion

In conclusion, I'd like to thank all of you for reading my blog posts and learning about my experiences these past few months. It has been a pleasure to share my life in Suzhou in this format with you all. With that, I bid you all adieu from the Venice of the East!

Friday, September 7, 2012

Kickin' It Laowai Style, Part 1


Note: Laowai (老外) is the Chinese term for a foreigner, simply meaning "outsider."

So yesterday I had my very first class, which turned out to be just a standard language and vocabulary course with a fairly small class size. I foolishly decided to sit at the back of the class where the desks are smaller and lower to the ground, making it very difficult for my big, bulky frame to fit in them. Lesson learned, I'll never sit in the back of the class again.

Pictured - my view of the class from the back - notice the amount of non-Asian people here

A funny story about Chinese naming took place in my first class. In my class, I had to introduce myself and - in standard Chinese fashion - explain what Chinese characters make up my Chinese name. My Chinese name is Mao Ma'ke (毛马克, sounds like "Mao Mah'ker"), which I usually describe as having the same first character from Mao Zedong's name (毛泽东), the second being the character for "horse" (), and the third as coming from the first character for "overcoming" (克服). My teacher, keeping in tune with my mentioning of Mao's name, joked that the second and third characters in my name also came from the first two characters that make up "Karl Marx" (马克思) - something I hadn't even thought of. So, from now on, I am going to be a good Communist revolutionary and say that my Chinese name is a combination of Mao's and Marx's name!

Seems Legit

After my class, I decided to find myself something to eat, and so I ventured outside of the university's gates in search of some not too expensive - but still edible - Chinese cuisine. As I ventured outside of the university, I stumbled on a bookstore that was exceptionally well hidden from plain site.



Pictured - A well-organized bookstore

One of my goals while I am in Suzhou is to purchase my own Chinese language copy of the original Shuihu Zhuan, as well as the Jin Shengtan-edited version. As luck would have it, hidden amidst the closely cramped piles of books was a good-looking copy of the original version of the novel, which I purchased for a cheap 15RMB.

Pictured - My handsome new copy of the Shuihu Zhuan.

After purchasing my book, I continued on my trek to find somewhere good to eat. After only a few minutes of walking, the delicious scent of Chinese cooking wafted into my nostrils from a small hole-in-the-wall place that wasn't even named. I saw two young girls sitting at one of the tables eating out of two big bowls of soup, and decided to give the place a try. What I didn't realize was that I needed to choose the ingredients of the soup myself, and so the proprietor gave me a confused look when I just sat down and expected him to make me something to eat. 

Waiting for someone to serve me

Something I should mention before I continue is that Suzhou is the home to the Wu Dialect (吴方言), which sounds absolutely nothing like Mandarin Chinese. It is also very normal for the people around Suzhou to speak Mandarin with a very thick Wu accent, which often makes it impossible for other Chinese to understand them. The proprietor of the restaurant I entered just happened to have the thickest Wu accent I've ever heard, and spoke at lightning speed. After about a minute of confusion, I realized he wanted me to pick some ingredient, but of course, none of the ingredients were labelled. I tried my luck at asking the owner what the ingredients were, but his accent made the whole effort an exercise in futility. I ended up randomly picking some ingredients that looked halfway decent and sat back down. After a few minutes of nervous waiting, the proprietor brought me my food, which looked surprisingly good, and tasted even better.

My Frankenstein's monster of a soup, filled with mystery meat!

After eating my meal, went back to my dormitory where my roommate, Miguel, had some interesting news for me. What was that news, you ask? Well, you'd better wait for my next blog post!