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Thursday, March 29, 2012

Out of the Mouths of Babes

I am reading my students' crappy exam essays, but sometimes they aren't all totally crappy. Here is an excerpt from one of my best student's essay (on income disparity, its causes and effects):

In New York City, the subway stations are crowded, and I was always forced to move. While in Beijing, the subway stations are also crowded because people don't move. This is only an indicator of a severe issue.

I couldn't have said it better myself. It's enough to drive an uptight, East-Coaster crazy.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

I'm Sorry Ms. Austen

A couple of weeks ago, a student of mine stopped by to talk to me about SAT stuff. He had his giant SAT book and I knew I was in for it.

"How can I get better at the fiction passages?" he asked me.

"Well, do you mean the critical reading in general or..."

"No, the fiction. I have a really hard time with them."

"OK. Do you have one in particular?" Obviously he did, he had bookmarks sticking out of his book.

He opened the book to a passage.

"First off, do you read the part in italics at the beginning."

"Of course I do! It contains background information." he looked at me like I was crazy.

"I just wanted to make sure. I've heard from some students they've been told to skip it. Let me see it..." I paused to read the three-line introduction. "Well, based on this, it's a story about a newly rich woman, and she's not going to want to marry the man that her guardian wants her to marry. Now that's she's come into her inheritance, she's going to want to marry someone for love, probably someone poor, while he's going to want her to marry someone who will look good for the family and probably keep him rich." (All the introduction said was that it was 18th century fiction and it was a conversation between and heiress and the man who had been her guardian.)

He looked at me with amazement. Seriously, his jaw hung open and his eyes went wide. It was obvious that even I hadn't had enough time to read the entire thing, so how on earth did I know exactly what is was about.

"That's exactly what it's about. How did you know?"

"It's all right here. Based on what I know of 18th century literature, it's likely to be about families. And it says she's an heiress and something about her guardian. Novels at that time were largely based on who was going to marry whom, so the conflict revolved around the woman not wanting to marry whatever jerk happened to have the most money."

And then I read the passage. I was so right, it wasn't even funny.


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Location:Beijing, China

Sunday, March 18, 2012

It Was the Best of Times...

... It was the worst of times.

I lost my wallet last night. It either fell out of my pocket or was picked (which is unusual, even in touristy places). But it's gone, along with some cash and my credit cards (which hadn't been in there earlier in the day, but I was having trouble with the safe in my room, so I had put them in so as to not leave them unattended...). I also lost my subway transit card, my heath insurance card, the card to my building, and my St. Anthony relic card from the Monterey Mission. And the wallet itself, which I've had forever and love.

On the positive side, I've cancelled my cards (but the charge to the hotel has been authorized so that should be OK) and new ones are coming. (There were no charges on them.) and a very, very nice deputy head (who is recruiting me) lent -- no, gave -- me some cash so I can get out of here and to the airport.

My good friend has offered to leave me money at the airport (she is traveling elsewhere today and will be there earlier in the evening), but my Handler is totally coming through and will meet me at my apartment with money for a cab at a ridiculous hour of the morning.

I truly live and work with some amazing people.

It was, however, a good night for sports. My favorite team won their game against Dook and Wales beat France in Six Nations Rugby (in a total grudge match after Wales loss to France in the World Cup this past fall).

And, I have at least one job offer, so I won't have to live in my sister's basement (no matter how much fun that might have been). This offer is from one of the schools in Korea, and it is English, but they have a humanities approach so I'd be working closely with social studies and as a growing school, they are open to moving people around. And the air there is clean.


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Location:Bangkok, Thailand

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Lists

I need some time to sort out my thoughts, and time is rather hard to come by. I have two more interviews and then a "social" where you talk with recruiters some more, and sometimes come to a decision.

And the headhunters insist that you make a decision NOW! By the end of the fair, or 24 hours after the offer, whichever is later. Which doesn't allow a lot of time for introspection or reflection. And at this point, I need some. This is usually where I'd make a list or pros and cons, but since I have this blog, I'll do it with you.

I have received some very strong interest from a few schools, but no one has made an offer. But then there's this (from a recruiter who was forthright about his openings not being a good fit for my particular wants and desires at this time):

All too often candidates (and schools) come to fair and are rushed into making a decision and then end up in the wrong place. So, you end up with a CV that reflects a lot of movement and change? Why? Not because you don't want to form a relationship with a school, but you weren't patient enough to find the right job.

Then again, don't take that job and it could be your sister's basement for you. (A possibility the sister in question adroitly ignored when it was semi-jokingly related to her in an email.)

So, here is what I'm looking at.

At the current top of my list is an international school in Shanghai. The recruiter seemed to love my ESL knowledge, and maybe I oversold it. I don't have an ESL specialist credential thingy, I just have done it every day of my teaching career -- some days better than others, mind you. However, they were willing to consider my candidacy for geography, although maybe as an ESL support role? I'd need more details to see if I'd be a teacher in my own. But then again, supporting others could be cool. It would be different. However, the best things about the school were this 1) in their presentation, the principal/head whatever said they did have a lot of initiatives, but they firmly believed in providing the time, resources, and training to filly implement the initiatives and 2) the recruiter loved it when I said I was looking for a school that would let me grow and develop in a position and not end up pigeon-holed. And it's in Shanghai, so I wouldn't have to leave China, but it'd still be cosmopolitan.

Next are the two Korean schools. One seems keener than the other, but do want to talk to me again. They rushed me out of the room at the end, so I didn't get to ask about lateral transfers. However, they set up another meeting for tomorrow, so I can ask them then. Korea comes with some downsides: they are both on (the same) island, so it's not anywhere near as cosmopolitan as my current location. But civilization seems nearby (one boasted a staff bar -- yes, as in alcohol), and the opportunities for clean air and outdoor adventure abound. The more-interested school demand boarding duties and the other has weekly Saturday morning activities which are less ideal in a Western mindset. Still, I'm minded that I do like hanging out with my students, so it wouldn't be the end of the world and I'd get IB training out of both of them. School 1, however, isn't making any decisions until Monday at the earliest. If I get another offer before then...

Then there's Dubai. It's an "American" school with benchmarks and common assessments and professional development and all that. Structure that sounds lovely after my loosey-goosey life at a Chinese high school, but might turn into a paperwork nightmare. There's a reason why teachers who teach abroad don't return to teaching in the U.S. Ten again, it might be the structure that I need to take my beginning practice to the next level. (I'd put me beyond emerging, but I've only been doing this for four years, and I keep on changing curriculums. It takes time to become a master; we know this about our students, why don't we know this about our teachers?) She seemed positive yesterday, and when I got a small letter in my "mailbox" today, I was sure that she'd say that it was great but she'd decided to go with another candidate. Not so. It was by no means an offer, but an encouraging comment to talk to her this evening.

Next is a strange school I can't make up my mind about. I sense it's the sort of thing that if I accept, and it's good, it will be the place I always talk about. It will be the experiment that showed me just how amazing education can be. Or it will be a disaster and I will run screaming. It's an international school, but attached to a Chinese national school. All students must be foreign passport holders (which doesn't mean they aren't Chinese, just that they were born in a hospital in Australia). They want people who can teach lots of things, because it's a small school. And they're building an IB program. But they can't see me teaching social studies for a couple of years. But he couldn't really tell me what he saw as my position. Maybe I framed the question wrong, but they wanted my "bottom line". How little was too little? What was a deal-breaker? All of which turned me off. It's testing, buddy, you have a salary scale. Tell me what it is and I'll immediately tell you if it's good for me. But, the principal seemed genuinely concerned with talking to his staff and listening to our wants and needs, and that right there is the thing that made me respect and appreciate my previous principal. He took 45 minutes to actively listen to what I was feeling about what was going on in the school. But the manager? owner? couldn't just tell me what they did want me to teach for the next two years. In Xi'An. Which is nowhere. Well, as nowhere as a large Chinese city can be. I've been there. The Subway (sandwich shop) is a big deal with the ex-pats.

Then: Indonesia. They made me read these pages out of these proprietarial books on "change" and "the role of the teacher", which smacked of best practices wrapped up in an expensive consultant package. He asked me what I thought, and I said it sounded like best practices in education. (I skipped the overpriced part.) They are IB and he impressed me by noticing that I am obviously passionate about education, even if I don't have IB experience. He wanted to send then a note or a message about if we "clicked" after I had some time to consider it. This is my consideration, and maybe my "overpriced" comment says it all.

Then there's Bahrain. Bahrain seems to want me, although they are waiting until they interview everyone, which I respect. The lead man said I had great answers (I don't give grades, students earn them, based on rubrics that make assessment transparent, so students and children can suck it; I know badly behaved boys -- I taught gangstas in Cali; if you tell me to do something that goes against my beliefs, I will first try to figure out why and understand it from your perspective.) But that you have to ask about teaching difficult boys makes me think I want to stick with my well-behaved angels for awhile longer. And the dynamic in the room was just weird. I'm afraid I might feel uncomfortable a lot of the time.

OK, I must get down to the "social", but thanks for listening. Decisions still await (there's a dream history job IN Beijing -- and the cool part of Beijing, not the crappy far-away part of Beijing that I've applied to but have heard nothing from), but I feel a little better.


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Location:Bangkok, Thailand

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Bemused

I am sitting on the plane getting ready to fly to Bangkok for a job fair. (How's that for a jet-setter? Except I don't think jet-setters actually need to care about jobs, but still.)

I sometimes forget what traveling in China is like. I just looked up to see a twenty-something man in a beige bowler hat with rabbit ears and a tail stuck to it. And we're not in the year of the rabbit anymore.

The women in front and behind me have no business on airplanes. They are screeching like harpies about who gets to sit next to whom (I presume) because there was a lot of shifting back and forth to go with the shouting. It is behavior more suited to a bus or a train in Hue than an international flight.

The Western man a few rows ahead was a bit perturbed because he was in the bulkhead row and most of the overhead bin was taken up with airline stuff -- some blankets, maybe a life raft, those fake seat belts they use to show how to insert the buckle (seriously, who can't figure that out by now?). However, he wasn't interested in placing his bag one row back in the almost empty bin. Instead, he started unpacking his bag (I think to make it thinner) so he could jam it in the space above his seat.

I had a row to myself for quite some time, but then my window-buddy showed (I'm in the aisle seat). He actually said excuse me and thank you, although, as a Chinese man, he seemed a little surprised when I got up out of my seat to let him in. Trust me, dude, it's easier than having you trip over my knees to squeeze by.

Two old ladies cut in front of me in the line to get on the plane (one was thrusting her ticket at the gate agent just so no one else (who had gotten there first) would get there first).

There's not much I can do. The best offense might be a good defense. My defense: bemusement. If I don't let it anger me, then it won't anger me. But let me tell you, it's sometimes tough for old-skool, uptight East-Coaster like myself.

Just start acting like adults already! Five thousand years of civilization and you can't board a plane without pushing, shoving, and shouting?!?! Gah!

P.S. I got up to use the restroom during the flight. It seemed strange that on a rather full flight, all three bathrooms would be available, so I tentatively pushed open the first door... Good thing men pee facing the toilet, because there was totally a dude in there pissing. For the love of the Little Baby Jesus, I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU PEE! I know we all do it, but I don't want to watch you, so lock the door already!

I also saw that Western Man eventually ended up putting his bag one row back. He was pawing through it as I was getting back to my seat.


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Location:Capital Airport, Beijing

Monday, March 12, 2012

I'm Famous!

Check out this link. One of my former students wrote a column about... me. And how awesome I am. Or, funny. Or exuberant. Or some such nonsensical thing. It was published in yesterday's Beijing Youth Daily, which is a proper newspaper with a fairly sizable circulation. One of my other students gave me a copy of it this morning. Otherwise, I never would have known. If you use Google Translate, you'll get an idea of what's being said, but it should also provide hours of Chinglish amusement. Enjoy! http://bjyouth.ynet.com/3.1/1203/11/6873707.html

Thursday, March 8, 2012

I Always Knew Canadians Were a Little Off

I just didn't realize it was because they were Devil's spawn. At least, that's what the upside-down maple leaf leads me to believe.

From Random Beijing

What Does That Say?

I'm not sure which is more surprising: that this translation is currently hanging in the hallway of my school or that it's been there all year and I only noticed it a couple of weeks ago. Enjoy what might be the best bit of bad translation I've personally witnessed.

From Random Beijing

Happy International Women's Day!

Just a small token of appreciation from a couple of my boys. Mind you, they aren't perfect students by any means, but they at least know how to play along.

From Random Beijing

Friday, March 2, 2012

Not My Job, Mon

I was walking to the subway last weekend, probably to go buy some cheese (who are we kidding, it's the only reason to take the subway on the weekend), when I noticed a man was cleaning off the telephone poles. I'm still not sure if it's because of a desire for a "harmonious society" free of litter and waste or because marketing is still frowned upon in a society that has a tenuous relationship with the entrepreneurial spirit, but workers will regularly come around to clean the guerrilla-marketing stickers off the sidewalks and telephone poles.

There are many stickers around, mind you. I have no idea what they say, but we're not talking the high art of band posters here. These are square-to-rectangular stickers with some Chinese characters and a phone number. It's the equivalent of "For a good time, call" except they're not selling a good time (probably), but fake iPhones or Chanel handbags (probably). It's not that they're ugly, but they're certainly not pretty. And I guess they don't belong on the street.

I know I've told you how they burn them off of the sidewalk (I've only witnessed the aftermath, not the actual burning), but they scrape them of the telephone poles with long metal scrapers. And then leave the piles of shredded sticker wherever they happen to fall.

Which leads me to believe it has nothing to do about keeping they city beautiful.