January 25, 2012
I have arrived!
Dear Mom, Dad, and everyone,
I have arrived safely, and everything is good. It is not as
cool here as I thought. It is basically the same as our house.
When I arrived in Beijing, I could see fireworks out of the
window of the plane. I thought that there would be festivals like in Thailand
or Japan, but the celebration of the New Year’s at least here in Nontang is
very family oriented. They mainly have a week off to gather as family each
others houses to eat and socialize.
It is 2:30 in the morning, so it seems that I will have jet
lag. I want to go to sleep.
On the twelve hour flight to Beijing, I sat next to a girl
named Bing, after the season of Winter, meaning Ice, for she was born in the
month of January. I had her be my first teacher of Mandarin Chinese. I bought a
notebook that I plan to carry around. The first statements of the notebook that
I have in Chinese and English are “Can you teach me Mandarin Chinese? This is
all I know. Please review what I know and share more.”
I wrote a lot in my journal, read the scriptures, and
studied Mandarin. Another question that I added to the list on my notepad is:
“Where do you think that I should begin learning Mandarin Chinese. Bing said
that I should first learn Pinyin the phonetics of the language spelt out in
English.
I am doing well. I have ten days to prepare to teach.
Tomorrow Mary and I are going to celebrate the New Year with family.
Love
Alex
29 January 2012
Celebrating the New Year AND I have a real branch to attend!
(Hint to Elder Hicken and Angulo) THIS is a NOVEL.
Dear Family,
This week has been amazing. God works in mysterious ways. On
Wednesday Mary took me to celebrate the New Year with her family. She has like
six siblings, so currently her family is rich in the ability to have great
reunions. I fear that the tradition of celebrating the New Year with a great
amount of family will diminish in a few generations, since most families only
have one children now. Soon instead of siblings unite with their parents and
children, it may be the child meeting their parents with their children. The
population will decrease dramatically; then, they will have to stop the one
child rule.
Wednesday morning before we left to visit Mary, my host,’s
family, I woke up about seven, my usual time. I look out the window to see
China, and I saw many adults, practicing Tai Chi, at the school that I will be
teaching at. I had to go join them. When I first met them, I asked for the
teacher; then, they realized that I was Mary’s new teacher, since I spoke
English. They could barely speak a word of English, so they continued. Their movements
were hard to imitate at first. After watching them, I saw them pull out their
swords. That was cool to see. I still tried to imitate them. When they
concluded, practicing with their swords, they pulled out their fans. I got
better at imitating them; then, one gave me a fan to practice with. They
practiced to music, and for one song I did pretty well. I was pulled off to the
side by a teacher, when they practice with two fans; one in each hand. The
teacher show me the basic steps of Tai Chi until the morning work out was over.
They practice each morning at seven, but I have not joined them yet because I
went to celebrate the New Year with Mary’s family and CHURCH.
The first evening I meet a lot of her family. They gambled,
playing a card game, as they waited for dinner. Fruit was served, and I was
able to eat fresh Apples, Cutie Oranges, and Longan. At dinner we were gathered
around a table. Not all of the family could gather around the table, but I may
have been at the main table. They brought out many dishes. Guess how many…
TWENTY different dishes. Since this was the real Chinese traditional food, I
had to try each dish. They were mostly very good. I wondered about the meat
that tasted of cheese though. I was able to have very limited communication
with a few people. I think that I may come home with a habit to talk very
slowly. I was served milk at dinner, and it tasted a little like medicine. It
was suppose to “flavored.” It did not taste very good, but they do what can
they do. After dinner I was so cold. I was lead up stairs to my room, and they
let me use their laptop. Even though it was only like seven thirty. I did not
feel like hanging out cold, so I went to sleep super early. I don’t think that
I have endured jet lag.
I woke up really early on Thursday, since I went to sleep
super early. I checked my email, since I could not think of anything else to. I
was not informed how to prepare properly for the trip. In my emails I saw my
application progress as I entrusted it to my parents after my best efforts. A
couple days ago I received an email saying that they received my transcripts in
time and my application, further explaining an acceptance letter may be coming.
Mary likes to sleep in, and there was not much to do
Thursday morning. Since my feet were cold, I took a walk. My feet, being cold,
has been a cause that seems to be only my temporary dilemma; although, I feel
that I have adapted quickly. The desire to have warm feet was a focus of my
decisions the first few nights. The nights and days have sounded like a war
outside or a hurricane with all the fireworks. Mary’s family did not have any
so I did not personally see the abundant fireworks at a good view.
After lunch on Thursday I was still bored, hanging out. I
want up to my room with a hint of home sickness, but I mainly wanted to keep my
feet warm in my bed. When they found me there, they said that they had pulled
out the badminton rackets and a birdy to play with. I went down to hang out,
and I saw one of the family grandma’s picking seeds out of cotton. I saw that
helping her would be the most amazing thing. When they saw this, they came and
joined the work, and we finished picking the seed out of bundles of cotton. Too
bad I forgot my cord to my camera I took a good picture of everyone together.
(I also forgot my shaver cord to charge that, so at church today I looked a
little scruffy. I did get a razor and shaving cream on the day, but I have this
as a new skill to learn.)
Thursday evening was interesting. Mary said that she was
going to take me out to dinner. I never know exactly what is going on, but I
trust the Chinese people. I was taken to another family gathering. At first I
did not understand that was the case, for a government worker introduced me to
“English students of the local university,” which I found out later that it was
just another family gathering hosted by Mary’s Sister’s family. The government
worker, which was my age, of the daughter of a family friend, who is a local
English teacher too. The government worker spoke English very well, so we were
friends perhaps. I tried to ask her out; although, she lived like two hours
away. I am still working on that. One thing that I had to overcome was that
Mary would tell me what to say and try to chose the food that I would eat, but
I overcame this when I met at this family dinner. I met all the “English
students individually.” I recalled that on named Christy said that she would be
willing to teach me Mandarin. Sarah, the government worker, and Mary lead me to
eat at another table that the sister was hosting. Mary’s sister’s husband loved
my excitement to try all the new Chinese food, and he would spin the thingabob
with each new dish served to me. It is tradition at these dinners to have
toasts like twenty times. I think that it is partially a measure of seeking to
be drunk. A man named Mister Wang came to meet me. I expected to go aside to
talk a little bit, but he just mainly wanted to make a toast, which was all
that he expected. I asked his name, but he went back to his friends table. The
government worker said that he wanted to make friends with me, since I was
American, wanting to host me for dinner the next day. As I sat next to my
government worker friend, kind of feeling like my date, I asked for a pen and a
pencil, since she explained that we can communicate through a social networking
organization popular in China called QQ. Each person suppose to have a number
for this social network. I wanted Christy’s help learning Mandarin, so I went
to go find her with the pen and paper to obtain this “number.” It turned out
that my new friend Mister Wang was the father of Christy. Christy is nineteen.
There was a good group of youth with her and their parents. I felt like I was a
celebrity. They wanted to have me over for dinner and take pictures with me.
The host of the dinner that I was originally invited to had me go to his house.
That was a little scary to receive at first, but everyone was coming. All the
youth became my friends. Sarah drove us to the house. Seeing all four the youth
reminded me of Jamaica because they were squeezing themselves in the back seat.
The driving in China is very interesting. Everyone just goes
wherever they want. People respect that. Cars, pedestrians, scooters all go
wherever they want, so every Chinese has a special sense of carefulness that
Americans don’t understand. There is a carefulness. With carefulness of course
comes a patience; however, with this carefulness they drive slow.
When Sarah first turned left to visit the family’s house,
she was driving on the wrong side of the road. If I had not gone to Jamaica, I
bet many of you would think I would be scared, but I actually find it humorous.
After a few moments we were driving on the right side of the road. When we
arrived at the house, I was received by a crowd of people with the youth as a
“posse.” I met many people there only for like five minutes; then we went to
the host’s house. I still did not know what is going on. They asked me if I
wanted to take a shower. I actually did because I did not the day before. After
that they asked if I was sleepy. The plan seemed to be that we were going to
say the night there. I was able to please everyone, and everyone loved me. One
of the youth loves foreign people, and the youth helped me join QQ. After that
I wondered if the room that I was working on the computer with and shown was my
room. When I saw that I was twelve, I decided to sleep. EVERYONE was in “my
room,” hanging out. I got up to say I am going to sleep, and get out of my room
if it was my room. When I told everyone my decision, I was shown into my room.
Yeah does this email seem like it will never end. I did not know when the
celebration or stay with the family would end ether. I thought that it was just
going to be one dinner and be back the day that we left.
I felt a headache coming though. When I woke up Friday, I
had a slight headache and I did not feel like eating. I was praying that I
would not get sick, but I came to know the purpose and hand of God in this day
as I exercised trust in him. Mary became worried, and she decided to return
home that day. That morning I tried to eat, seeking a consistency in my life. I
ate a 馒头, a steam bun, and an apple for breakfast. There
was a bowl of rice porridge prepared for me, but I was feeling out of it. I
went up to take a nap, after drinking a few glasses of water.
My hydration has been an adventure too. On Thursday morning
I woke up so dehydrated and cramping. Drinking water is not served naturally at
meals. I asked to water, but the glass was so small. I looked for more liquid
that I may drink. We ate the same food for breakfast as we did the twenty dish
feast the night before. Since I had nothing new to try, I asked for the soup
prepared with extra broth. This morning I taught everyone what broth and the
importance of hydration was. To this day Mary talks of the broth experience. I
had like three bowls of soup. I needed to be hydrated. I needed to take control
of my life. I stopped Mary from serving me the food that she wanted me to eat,
and after this day she finally understood my right to chose for myself what I
want.
After my nap, I felt a little better, but we were still
leaving. I was realizing at this time that this would be perfect timing to
figure out how to go to church. I found that the closest church in China to
where I live as in Suzou. Of course I was questioned. They do not understand
the concept of church. Communication is hard, since Mary barely knows English.
I learned to not be annoyed by her and humbled myself by the end of this Friday.
A family friend had to drive us to Nontang; although, our original plan was to
take the bus. The friend came because we waited like two hours standing on the
side of the road, waiting, and it never came. When we came home, Mary started
talking about going to church tomorrow. Tomorrow was Saturday though. I have
boldly emphasized my right to observe my religion for myself. The next morning
I was rushed off to find the church for me. I was afraid that they were
convincing me to attend a Catholic Church in Nontang. I stood my ground though.
A humble servant of the lord came. She spoke English. She was a Chinese
kindergarden teacher of a local school. It came out to be a Seventh-day
Adventist Church. The sister respected me, and she was a great mediator for me
with Mary. Mary wanted to go to the address that I found in Suzou, but I was
prompted to say that we should do more investigation to make the trip
worthwhile. When I proposed the idea to go on the Internet and figure out what
I can, they were surprised, asking why I was happy, laughing. They said. How
can I do research without a computer or Internet. Computers and the Internet
has been more readily accessible than my own clothing, so I knew that my
request would be received.
Mary’s little brother was driving us around. Using his
computer at his house, I felt good. I had my appetite and ability to work out
what is going on, trusting the church. When I found that church websites were
not going to offer any phone numbers of local leaders for advice, I clicked to
chat with the missionaries of mormon.org. They gave me the phone number of the
district president at Beijing. She spoke of virtual sacrament and meeting,
since I was not in Beijing. I was down for anything. Just as long as I can
partake of the Sacrament, but God had a greater plan for me. The leader of the
Beijing Church heard that lived near Suzou, saying that there is a branch
there. She gave me their contact information, and we called to figure out what
is best. Mary was so worried. She did not want me to get lost in China
especially on my first weekend here; however, my new branch president Benson
comforted her, offering the option to stay at her house. Since this was an
option, I ask if I could get clothing and stuff. Mary said yes, but when we were
on the road, heading out of town, I received the news that I was going to meet
new people and stay at their house without anything AGAIN. I basically had the
clothing on me.
We were off, and I had the address. It was in English
though, and Mary would not attempt to understand that. When we arrived at
Suzou, they asked around for a church. I know that it would be the wrong place,
but it was Suzou. The place of my new branch, and I was going to stay there. We
arrived at a big BIG cathedral. They tried to convince me that this was my
church. I asked for the phone to call my branch president. I said that we were
in Egret Park. Recognizing where we were, he told me to give the phone to Mary.
After discussion, we were off again, but we had another humble servant with us
as a guide from the cathedral. We finally met up with President Benson, and he
showed us the house that we have our meetings. A couple guys were there, and we
hang out. Mary loves to talk. President Benson has been studying Mandarin for
twenty years, so he told us Mary’s touching vision.
Mary works for a Chinese Orphanage, but she knows how
corrupt the system is. She has been working hard, scarifying a lot obtain this
vision, which is to have the profits of the school that I will be beginning
perhaps called Mary International Education go to build a new private orphanage
program by herself. In my house in Capitola, we have heard scary stories of
Mary, but I trust as I said in my last talk and article at the Ocean Branch
weekly services. Every person is a pure child of God; despite, the natural man
is scary. Mary is a very loving person.
Mary gave my two hundred yuan for my bus fare home and
entrusted me with President Benson. When I entered his car, I was received by
two of his wonderful children. Emma, nearly four years old, and Anders, perhaps
two. President Benson said that we were going to pick up the rest of his
children after we buy me a bus ticket home for Sunday after church. His
children were getting haircuts, and as I waited in the car to see him return
with his newly groomed children. I counted FIVE addition children. The oldest
Benny, second Hannah, third Katie, Layo, and Oscar. I have eight new siblings
now. You may count seven, but President Benson’s wife is due this coming week
for the eight name Anniegene or something close to that.
The Benson Family is stush (luxurious). When Mary gave me a
towel to dry myself off after showing, I received basically a sweat rag towel,
and when I look for a towel at the Benson’s the first towel that I found as the
biggest beach towel that I ever seen like seven feet by five feet. At dinner I
broke the news to them, that their common fast food dinners of KFC and what not
was a first for me. I know that KFC is not luxurious, but they are stush. I
watched more movies there that I have this entire year. How to train your
dragon is a pretty awesome movie. The children all loved me, hoping that I
would come every week, but with the new child coming, my extra body in the home
was just a warm up. The Benson Family is amazing. They were all prepared before
I got up about seven. I do not know the time because I do not have a watch or a
clock. I can use my phone, but it is sixteen hours off. This morning (today
being Sunday) I finally had my traditional oatmeal and raisin breakfast. I was
almost going to go into withdrawals without my oatmeal and raisin breakfast.
The Suzou Branch is a real BRANCH, and it is full of the
some noble of the children of God. They are currently recovering from most of
the people coming home from vacation. They usually have sixty people. The
branch is so mature.
I am so grateful for all that God has prepared for me in
China. I never doubted God’s care. We even have a YSA Sabbath supper next week
for Fast Sunday, and I hear the food is as glorious as it is in the Ocean
Branch. I love the people of China. I see that the people that I email may
think that I am unapproachable with conversation; Not even one question. Please
forward this to the Branch, family and so forth, and post this on my Facebook
wall as a note like I use to do with Trevor’s emails. Just tag me. Take care. I
hope to hear from you soon.
Love
Alex
8 February 2012
Preparing for Work, and the learning curve of teaching is
truly high. I feel the burn.
Dear Family,
I should tell what is going on before I have to write
another long chapter to my China Life story. By the way, it still sounds like a
war zone outside.
I hear that it is the Lantern Festival today. Yesterday I
went on QQ, a social networking instant messaging website, and I said hello to
all my friends. 等一个人,
a cousin of Yacht’s, explained the occasion of the day. This day is the final
day of the Spring festival. The lantern festival is themed after an ancient
inventor that invented the flying lantern. It is an unmanned hot air balloon.
They used to use this in war. 等一个人 said that sending these lanterns to fly symbolizes
that things are well. We got to the temple after ten pm, so we missed the big
event when hundreds are sent flying at once. I did see them though. I was very
windy, so it was difficult to let them go successfully. 等一个人’s family bought a few, and we tried to fly one, but it failed.
I have a couple, so we can do it at home. Flying these lantern are illegal now,
since they cause fires, but Traditions are hard to stop.
I woke up Monday morning, (This is Monday, the thirtieth of
January.) wanting to go practice Tai Chi, but I figured that this well be a
beginning of a normal week or something new, so I waited for Mary to tell me
what is happening. She indeed had something big, having me meet with some
education experts at 9:30 am.
I was use making lesson plans, and this is the main thing
that we did at first. At 9:25 a girl walked in, calling herself Shirley. We
have become very good friends, since we hung out for the past week. Shirley is
seventeen years old. Shirley was a child of learning disabilities, so her
parents and her decided, since she is a girl, who should ‘stay home;’ instead
of going to high school, she goes to an institute, skipping high school. She is
studying for a bachelor’s degree to be an English teacher; although, she has
never taught a class. She has been a great help and my translator too. We made
our first lesson plan before lunch and a couple others in the afternoon. She
helped me get in to a perspective of teaching six to seven year old children.
The next day I practiced the lessons before Mary; Shirley;
Mr. Yu, the real education expert; and another friend. (They vary.) Mary
expected me to bring material to China. I see what type of material that she
wanted now, and I could not have provided what she wanted. Kindergarten is for
children age 2-6. It is basically preschool for all those years. The reason
that I could not provide that material is because they have a completely different
perspective on education. All this week they have been teaching me to be a
performer. Kindergarten teachers have to be active because this shocking fact.
I had to ponder a while to accept it. Chinese parents do not teach their
children to read or write. They depend on their primary schools to teach them
these skills. This is necessary according to their language, since there is no
alphabet. I would think that the parents could teach their children. Maybe the
government instilled this in the people to promote trust. I just got back from
church, and a man named Mike moved into the branch. His wife got a job
practically identical to mine; however, the school system that she works for is
a lot more organized. It is organized by Disney, and she likes the job saying
that it is her easiest teaching job. She is learning to be a performer like me.
Learning these things of the Chinese Education system has been shocking, and I
have needed to humble myself to these traditions. When I learned this, I
thought to myself. “So much for bring the American style Kindergarten to China
as sought after by word before I arrived.”
One adventure that I had with my friend Shirley is that we
went to a library and a book store. I was looking for a dictionary, pulling a
Brother Duckworth. I got a Mandarin Book of Mormon last Sunday. Sunday I
learned that it is simplified Chinese. Traditional Chinese is more real and
comprehensive in the writing, so I would rather begin with that, thinking to
understand where the simplified Chinese is coming from. Simplified Chinese is
more modern though.
I rode Mary’s bicycle. It was fun to try to participate in
the madness of the road. Shirley wondered why I would laugh at her when she
would walk in the middle of the road, and a car would have to stop suddenly. In
front of most places there is an area, which people would park there bicycles,
since cycling is more common than cars. When I rode in the libraries bicycle
parking lot, I thought that seeing that first hand was interesting. They rarely
use bike racks. They just lock a wheel of the bike to itself.
We visited the library first. It was kind of weak. They did
not even have a dictionary, which we were looking for. Shirley and Irene, one
of the other friends, showed me the English section of the Library, and they
only had one series of books. They were the Chicken Soup series for the Soul.
We went up to the children’s section of the library, and that place was a mess.
I was surprised to see that the books were very big like novels. I did not see any
children style books as we know. This makes sense now that I know that parents
don’t teach there children to read or write.
At the book store we were lead to a new good friend. His
name is Wind, and he is from Ru Gao, the place of Mary’s family. I visited
there last week, so I have friends there, pondering visiting him as he did me
Saturday. Of course since we were in China, finding a Chinese to English
dictionary was hard. Shirley would pull out primarily English to Chinese
dictionaries with a very small Chinese to English dictionary in the back. Wind
pulled out a fat dictionary though with more than two thousand pages long,
weighing like eight pounds. I was in my Jamaican understanding of foreign
money, thinking that holding a more than a couple hundred dollars was normal.
After buying the 238 yuan dictionary, I realized that the dictionary was about
forty dollars. The book is old, and it looked like it was at the store for many
years. I feel that God has been saving that book for me, since it is perfect.
There is another Californian that is working with us. His
name is Eddie. He came to teach too. His teaching opportunity is with freshmen
in college. Earlier in the week I was scared that my stay may be cut short,
since I learned on Friday that this job is only a weekend job. I wonder how
many job openings there are, since Eddie is being recruited too. I still don’t
know how many the answer of these ponderings. Eddie has another job at a local
restaurant, so I may have to work on getting another job.
This past week another small thing was worked out, but it is
necessary. I need a clock on me one with an alarm because I want to be able to
control when I wake up in the morning. One day I wanted to begin waking up at
six o’ clock, since I want to study the scriptures and Chinese; however, I did
not have an alarm. I prayed to God to wake me up at six, and I prepared by
going to sleep at ten o’ clock. The next morning God woke me up at six o’
clock, and I studied the Book of Mormon in Mandarin for two hours. With my
knowledge of how to use the dictionary I only found the meaning of four
characters. Well although it felt like a little. I learned a lot. 摩 means
mo. It is part of the name Mormon. Looking at each part of the character of mo.
I see the 摩
means the journal rubbings on the surface. I was surprised to see that is the
definition of 摩
it says conflict of two nations caused a war too. 广 means wide and extensive
(knowledge). 手
shou means hand, a person doing or good at a certain job with hands, handbook,
handy. He is a real crafts man. 摩门 mo+men. 门
is pronounced as men, and it means door. In more of the definition of 门,
I saw whole family, blessings has descended upon the house, school, and a
branch of study.
The title of the Book of Mormon is 摩门经
见证耶稣基督的另一部约书。 见证 means witness, and it is
pronounced jian zheng. 耶稣 is Jesus pronounced yesu,
and Christ is spelt 基督。耶 ye of 耶稣 has no meaning, but it is
part of pronouncation. 稣, su, of yesu 耶稣
means revive and come to. The pronouncation is jidu. 基, ji, means foundation or
base, and 督，du,
means super-intended or direct. I think that this means the foundation of
Christ is intended directly and especially for you. 的 means nothing, but it is
a character used to connect adjectives to a noun it is pronounced as de. 另 is
pronounced as ling, meaning another. 一部, meaning volume, is pronounced as
yibu. 约 is pronounced as yue, meaning to make an
appointment. This same character can be known as yao, meaning weigh. Shirley
said that it may mean that the book is appointed. 书
is pronounced as shu, meaning book. There is the title of the Book of Mormon in
Mandarin,Momen jing: zheng yesu jidu de ling yibu yue shu.
Yesterday I had my first lesson. I teach 6-7 year old
children; although, they seem younger than that because I am trying to teach
them with another language. I did well in the lesson for about twenty minutes;
then, since I overestimated my skill and kids, the lesson fell apart. I was
hoping to do a role play of the movie that we watched, but the class got out of
control before I can try. I did not approach the class correctly that is why it
fell apart. I am trying to teach them the key phrase: How old are you? I am #.
I need to figure out how to teach them, and keep their attention for a hour. A
child that I named Jason was literally practicing break dancing when things
were out of control. Luckily there was a back up song that we taught them with
the TV. We play the some like ten times; until, we said Good Bye.
I went out with Yacht’s cousin last night again to hang out.
We went to play pool after we had dinner. I asked them to get me something that
I never tried before, and they got me Duck Liver soup. Yao is the name of the
Cousin like Ming Yao, the basketball player. They were saying that Ming is
actually his first name. Chinese tell there last name first and so forth
backwards. I won somewhat against Yao in pool; although, he hit all his balls
into the pockets before me. He scratched twice on the eight ball, and the
Chinse don’t lose when they do that. At the rate that we were playing, trying
to hit the eight ball in, we would have played forever. He introduced me to a
couple of his best friends: Xu and Xue. After the everlasting game, Yao and I
tried to beat Xu, since he had good skill. Both of us totally lost to him. We
hung out at McDonald’s, talked, and played 21, the card game; until, Xue and I
had to go home, for we wanted to be home by ten.
Saturday evening was an adventure, I had to take the buses
alone to Church. I stayed at the Okeson’s household. Gratefully Mary arranged
for someone to take me to the bus 178 from the bus station. I would have been
lost. Trying to get off at the Okeson’s bus stop was fun too. I had help
somewhat there too.
Church was good. It was good fast Sunday. During priesthood,
we practice the memorization of the Oath and Covenant. Since I knew that I had
to learn it, I memorized it during the past week. The spirit is strong here;
although, I feel weak. Sabbath supper was good. The host family seems to
embrace life so much that they don’t let others to talk. It was good though.
Thomas there is a guy from Ecuador here named Andres Galan.
He is on an Exchange program, learning Chinese. He knows president Lara, and he
was raised in the Guayaquil North Mission area. He is super friendly, and a
friend that you may recognize that lives near President Lara is named
Franandez.
There were a few guys and a few girls in the YSA here
everyone is a teacher of English. I want to go out with a girl named CC, but
she seems to be really into Andres. Another girl that I think is cute, which I
ponder going out with on Saturday is named Nicole from Taiwan. She is
interesting because she got a PhD in English, studying at England, so she has a
British accent.
I tried so hard to email you earlier, but I have been
unable.
Love Alex
15 February 2012
I made it through my first week of teaching.
你好家庭，
你好么？我是朱彦龙。
I am catching on to a little Chinese. I hope that this email
will be a little simpler than the last couple. I taught four more classes last
week. I had an assistant a couple classes; although, the class does get out of
control sometimes. I am catching on a little. The second class that I taught
alone was a lot better than the first. During one class I thought that I needed
to teach both classes, since the other teacher is gone. There was a heap of
balloon in my classroom, and I was planning to play a game and rest before we
have the second class. I was going to teach them duck duck goose, but when I
said game they went crazy, and ran to the balloons drawing faces on them. I
have learned to teach the class. I will continue to learn as a teacher. I had
some brilliant points this week. 彦 is the character of Brilliant, or
that is what I remember the definition.
Most nights this week I went out with friends. I went out
three times with 等一个人. I call him my cousin, for he is Yacht’s cousin. His
name is Yao. He took me out to a restaurant each time. Two of the times were in
very luxurious places. This is a hint of how spoiled the children are. I met a
girl the first time we made plans to hang out, which was Wednesday. She was “a
sister of Yao’s,” but she is actually just a very close family friend. I asked
if she would hang out with us; however, Yao made plans to hang out on Tuesday.
Tuesday night we went out for dinner. I could never decide an informed meal at
the restaurant, so I told them to get me something that I probably have never
eaten, and Guess what they got me. They got me Duck Liver soup. It tasted
interesting; kind of like egg yolks. Afterward we went to play pool, Yao
thought that I was good, but I could not say that I am good at pool. Yao’s
friend Xu had great skill though, so Yao and I played to first game. The game
would have lasted forever though because we could not hit the eight ball in a
pocket; however, Yao scratched on it twice. We call it a tie; then, we played
two on one, and Xu totally destroyed us.
The next night I thought that we were going to hang out
similarly as the night before but with Youn Yi; however, since she is a family
friend, the mother organized a great night out. We went to a new block in
China. They are building new blocks and roads like crazy here. Today I went on
my first run in China, and I saw the rare sight of a building being demolished,
so they are building a lot here. We went to a special hot pot restaurant
usually there is one big hot pot, but this one had one for each individual.
Youn Yi said that her boyfriend was in the area, and they wanted to hang out
since they rarely see each other. I was grateful that I was able to help her in
that way. We watched Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol. I was worried that it
may be in Chinese like the Harry Potter movie that I watched it Thailand was in
Thai. I thought that it was funny because it was the Chinese that had watch the
movie in subtitles not me. Another crazy thing that I need to tell you about
the movie is that it was a 4d movie; although, the movie was not 3d. It was
weird. A sharp burst of air would be shot at you went someone is shot. Wind
would be made in the theater when the scene is changed to an exotic place, and
water would be splashed at you went the camera in near the water.
The next night was Thursday, and everyone was preparing to
go to their universities, for it started this past week. I wanted to hang out
with Shirley a last time. I thought that doing it as soon as possible would be
better, so she would not be in a rush or pressure later. She had me over at her
house. The family had spring rolls during dinner, and her grandma made homemade
noodles from buckwheat! Shirley alone spoke English. Afterward we went out with
her parent to the mall. Seeing the culture of shopping was weird; however, it
made sense for her family because the mother loves to knit, so she studies the
clothing patterns. I humbled myself to see the greatest of the different
designer’s imagination, creativity, and style. When the parent got tired of
walking, Shirley and I checked out the arcade. We saw a could girls, playing
DDR, and I said that I know how to play that game a lot better than them. We
decided to play the game, and I played mainly alone since the game needs skill.
Friday night Yao invited me to dinner again. I meet more of
his university friends. Every Chinese student that I have meet has only
attended one semester. We went to another great restaurant, but after I did
something that I never done before. I went to a KTV! ~ yeah. It is karaoke. I
have asked around about places to dance in China, but the youth don’t dance, so
I am off the hook. Karaoke seems to be the dancing hobby of Asia for the soul
to express it’s artistic self with their voice. It was as I imagined. I do not
know any popular songs, so I cannot follow the melody. I did sing a Beatles’
song. They did not want to sing another Beatles’ song though after the first,
since the band is so old.
Monday was my last lesson. That morning Mary wrote in Google
translate that the parents don’t like me to teach.
I replied why don’t your statement have a conclusion? For
example, although the parents don’t like your teaching style, I trust that you
will get better, and you still have the job. I did not understand why she would
just tell me the opinion of the parents. Shirley asked what I will be doing
these days. I assumed that I still had the class to teach. She asked if I still
had to teach the next day. I wonder why she would ask and showed Mary the text
to see if they were on the same page. Of course I was out of the loop. Mary
then confirmed that I was not going to teach the next day. I asked her about
the future of the class. She said that the parents still need to enroll in the
class and pay tuition. hmmm.. That must have meant that I was not actually
teaching the class. I was not being trained. It was a trial period to show the
parents what is going on in the class, and that is it.
I now hope to learn Chinese. The people here see that the
English language is popular, wanting their children to learn it. Since I have
something that they want, I have a lot of opportunity still here. I hope to
stay as long as I can, and that I will be accepted at BYU, so I can return in
the Fall. I work now to continue my goals in developing the skill of teaching.
Mary wants an experience teacher, and I am not an experienced teacher. There
are plenty of opportunities here for amateur teachers.
Take care
Alexander Hicken
also know as
朱彦龙 (Zhu Yan Long)
Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan’s names are also Long. I means
Dragon.This year is the year of the Dragon, and I was born the year of the
Dragon, so that’s my Chinese name. Yan is the same middle name as Yacht’s.
20 February 2012
Looking for another job.
Dear family,
I have been sentenced to sit at a computer because I have
done something wrong perhaps. I told Mary that I got a job interview for
tonight, and she replied no. I don’t know what that means. I attempted to
communicate, but she did not let me use the translator. Mary said according to
the contract that she has not drawn up yet, I am supposed to only teach at her
school, giving this school the competitive edge. I have an interview tonight at
seven, and I don’t what Mary is going to pull on me.
On Friday I realized that I do have a role at the school
here. I did not tell you about this because it comes in short notice, but I
teach middle school students age twelve on Saturday. I had three on the first
day, but they did not come a couple days ago. I have to sell me teaching skills
in China. I ｊｕｓｔ ｃｏｍｐｌｅｔｅｄ ｂｅｉｎｇ ｉｎｆｏｒｍｅｄ ｔｈａｔ ｍｙ ｆｏｏｌｉｓｈ ｍｉｓｔａｋｅ， ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ａｓｓｕｍｅｄ
ｔｏｐｉｃ ｗａｓ ｗｈａｔ Ｉtransgressed.
I was further instructed not to say anything about her family or the school. On
Saturday she said that I should talk to President Benson about getting a job.
This past week, starting Monday the thirteenth, upon
revelation the sabbath day, the day before. I received the guidance that I
should no longer study the Book of Mormon with my dictionary, for I am not
learning real Chinese. I am learning reformed Egyptian translated into
Simplified Chinese. During the week that I was studying the mandarin Book of
Mormon, I felt weak. I learned on last Sunday that I should have my scripture
study and my Chinese language study separate. The progression in studying
Chinese is too slow to count it as my scripture study.
Ｉ ａｓｓｕｍｅ ｔｈａｔ ｍｏｓｔ ｏｆ ｙｏｕ ｈａｖｅ ｎｏｔ ｒｅａｄ ｔｈｅ ｌａｓｔｅｄ ａｒｔｉｃｌｅ ｔｈａｔ Ｉ ｓｅｎｄ
ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ＯＢＷｅｅｋｌｙ， ｂｕｔ Ｉ
see that I ｈａｖｅ ａ ｌｏｔ ｏｆ ｔｉｍｅ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｓｔｕｄｙ． Ｉｎ ｐｒｉｅｓｔｈｏｏｄ ａ ｂｒｏｔｈｅｒ
ｗａｓ ｌｅａｄ ｔｏ ｔｅｓｔｉｆｙ ｔｈａｔ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ＭＴＣ． Ｈｅ ｈｅａｒｄ Ｔｈｏｍａｓ Ｍｏｎｓｏｎ ｐｒｏｍｉｓｅ ｈｉｓ
ｇｉｆｔ ｏｆ Ｐｈｏｔｏｇｒａｐｈｉｃ ｍｅｍｏｒｙ， ｉｆ ｙｏｕ ｍｅｍｏｒｉｚｅ ｏｎｅ ｖｅｒｓｅ ａ ｄａｙ． Ｉ
am assume that it is sequential in order. Ｏｎ ｍｙ ｍｉｓｓｉｏｎ， Ｉattempted this, so
this is not new to me. I ｈａｖｅ ｇｏｎｅ ａ ｗｅｅｋ ｓｏ ｆａｒ． Ａ ｖｅｒｓｅ ｉｎ Ｄｏｃｔｒｉｎｅ ａｎｄ Ｃｏｖｅｎａｎｔｓ ８４：８５ ｓａｙｓ：
Ｎｉｅｔｈｅｒ ｔａｋｅ ｙｅ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ ｂｅｆｏｒｅｈａｎｄ ｗｈａｔ ｙｅ ｓｈａｌｌ ｓａｙ， ｂｕｔ ｔｒｅａｓｕｒｅ ｕｐ
ｉｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｍｉｎｄｓ ｃｏｎｔｉｎｕａｌｌｙ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｄｓ ｏｆ ｌｉｋｅ， ａｎｄ ｉｔ ｓｈａｌｌ ｂｅ ｇｉｖｅｎ ｙｏｕ
ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｖｅｒｙ ｈｏｕｒ ｔｈａｔ ｐｏｒｔｉｏｎ ｔｈａｔ ｓｈａｌｌ ｂｅ ｍｅｔｅｄ ｕｎｔｏ ｅｖｅｒｙ ｍａｎ．Ｇｏｄ
ｓａｉｄ ｔｈａｔ ｐｏｒｔｉｏｎ ｔｈａｔ ｉｓ ｍｅｔｅｄ ｕｎｔｏ ｅｖｅｒｙ ｍａｎ ｓｈａｌｌ ｂｅ ｇｉｖｅｎ ｔｏ ｕｓ．
Ｔｈｉｓ ｂｌｅｓｓ ｉｓ ｍｕｃｈ ｌａｒｇｅｒ ｔｈａｎ ｊｕｓｔ ｔｅａｃｈｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｇｏｓｐｅｌ． Ｔｈｅｓｅ ｗｏｒｄｓ ａｒｅ
ｓｏ ｐｏｗｅｒｆｕｌ． Ｉ ｄｏｎ＇ｔ ｋｎｏｗ ｈｏｗ ｔｏ ｅｘｐｌａｉｎ．
I ｗａｓ ｆｕｒｔｈｅｒ ａｓｋｅｄ ｂｙ ｔｈｅ ｂｒａｎｃｈ ｔｏ ｐｒｅｐａｒｅ ａ ｔａｌｋ， ｗｈｉｃｈ Ｉ ｓａｉｄ
ｙｅｓｔｅｒｄａｙ． Ｉ ａｌｒｅａｄｙ ｇａｖｅ ｙｏｕ ｔｈｅ ｔａｌｋ， ｓｏ Ｉ ｄｏ ｎｏｔ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ ｅｘｐｌａｉｎ．Ｉｔ
ｓｈｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ａｔ ＯＢＷｅｅｋｌｙ．ｂｌｏｇｓｐｏｔ．ｃｏｍ， ｉｆ ｎｏｔ ａｓｋ Ｅｌｉｚａ ａｂｏｕｔ ｉｔ．
Ｔｈｅｒｅ ｉｓ ａ ｓｏｃｉａｌ ｎｅｔｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ ｗｅｂｓｉｔｅ ｈｅｒｅ ｉｎ Ｃｈｉｎa. It is called
QQ. Ｉlike
to meet people on the bus to Suzhou, and get their QQ number if they are cool. Ｗｅ ｐｒａｃｔｉｃｅ Ｃｈｉｎｅｓｅ， ａｎｄ ｔａｌｋ． Ｔｈｅ ｇｉｒｌ ｔｈａｔ Ｉmet
on the bus coming home was cool, but Iｈａｄ ｔｏ ｄｅａｌ ｗｉｔｈ ｄｒａｍａ ｔｈｉｓ ｅｖｅｎｉｎｇ ｗｉｔｈ ｉｔ ｔｈｏｕｇｈ． Ｇｉｒｌｓ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｏ ｈａｖｅ
ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ， ａｎｄ ｔｗｏ ｒａｎｄｏｍ ｇｉｒｌｓ ａｓｋｅｄ ｍｅ ｔｏ ｂｅ ｔｈｅｉｒ ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ． Ｉdid
not know them， ａｎｄ Ｉ ｄｉｄ ｎｏｔ ｗａｎｔ ｗｉｔｈ ｃｈａｔｔｉｎｇ ｗｉｔｈ ｒａｎｄｏｍ ｍｙｓｔｅｒｉｏｕｓ ｇｉｒｌｓ． I
had to put an end to dealing with the random people, so Iａｓｋｅｄ ｔｈｅｍ ｗｈｅｒｅ ｔｈｅｙ ｇｏｔ ｍｙ ｎｕｍｂｅｒ．Ｔｈｅｙ ｒｅｆｕｓｅｄ ｔｏ ａｎｓｗｅｒ． Ｉgave
both of them five seconds to tell me； then, I deleted them off the list.
One finally broke down, and said that she was not able to tell me in English. I
did not understand that, but she told me in Chinese. Qin Dan， the
girl that Iｍｅｔ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｂｕｓ ｇａｖｅ， ｍｙ ｎｕｍｂｅｒ ｔｏ ｔｈｅｍ． Ｉasked
if the girl knew the other random girl, and they were actually roommates. haha.
Iｓｅｅｍ ｔｏ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｏ ｍａｋｅ ｄｒａｍａ ｉｎ Ｃｈｉｎａ．
Ｔｈｉｓ ｗｅｅｋｅｎｄ Iｈｕｎｇ ｏｕｔ ｗｉｔｈ Ａｎｄｒｅｓ， ｔｈｅ Ｅｃｕｄａｒｉａｎ ｇｕｙ． Ｈｅ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ ｔｈａｔ
ｉｔ ｗａｓ ｃｏｉｎｃｉｄｅｎｔａｌ ｔｈａｔ ｈｅ ｋｎｏｗｓ Ｍａｒｔｉｚａ， ｍｙ ｓｉｓｔｅｒ ｉｎ ｌａｗ， ａｎｄ ｔｈａｔ
ｓｈｅ ｍａｒｒｉｅｄ Ｔｈｏｍａｓ． Ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ ｔｈｉｎｇ ｔｈａｔ ｗａｓ ｃｏｉｎｃｉｄｅｎｔａｌ， ｗｈｉｃｈ ｈａｐｐｅｎｅｄ
ｗｈｅｎ ｗｅ ｗｅｒｅ ｔａｌｋｉｎｇ ｗｉｔｈ ａ ｃｏｕｐｌｅ ｏｔｈｅｒ ＹＳＡ ａｂｏｕｔ ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇ Ｃｈｉｎｅｓｅ， ｗａｓ
ｔｈａｔ Ａｎｄｒｅｓ ｗａｓ ｔａｌｋｉｎｇ ａｂｏｕｔ ｔｈｅ Ｂｏｏｋ ｏｆ Ｍｏｒｍｏｎ ｐｒｏｇｒａｍｓ ｔｈａｔ ｈｅ
ｄｏｗｎｌｏａｄｅｄ ｔｏ ｈｅｌｐ ｈｉｍ ｌｅａｒｎ Ｃｈｉｎｅｓｅ， ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｇｕｙ ｔｈａｔ ｍａｄｅ ｏｎｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ
ｐｒｏｇｒａｍｓ ｗａｓ ｏｎｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｃｏｕｐｌｅ ＹＳＡ．
Ｗｅ ｓｅｅｍ ｔｏ ｂｅ ｎａｔｕｒａｌｌｙ ｃｏｍｉｎｇ ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ ｔｏ ｂｅ ｇｏｏｄ ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ．
I ｗａｓ ｈｏｐｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｈａｎｇ ｏｕｔ on
Saturday. I spoke with Nicole about hanging out. I was worried that the YSA
would just be a group of friends that hangs out without dating. I thought that
Nicole and I can set an example and a good foundation for us to date each
other; however, she is recovering from a spine injury, so we could not do it
this weekend as hoped.
Just a few minutes ago in my pursuits to find a job, I
received a phone call from Mark from Oakland, California. He is in Shanghai for
some reason though. I saw his opportunity as he asked for a passionate creative
write. It looks like I am going to be a GHOST WRITER! This is an awesome job
title. haha. He said that it will pay forty yuan an hour, which is about 6.35
dollars, but I am excited about the job. He is Dyslexic that is why he needs
the Ghost writer. The topics of the book is what I love too, which as teaching,
learning disabilities, and business.
Another thing that happened this past week is interesting.
One of the faculty leaders has been taking me to the campus cafeteria for
lunch, but since she cannot speak English, she was lead to basically sit me to
myself. I was tired to dealing with a lonesome lunch. I felt like everyone was
talking and laughing about me, so I ｇｏｔ ｕｐ． Ｉ ｓａｗ ｔｈａｔ Ｉ ｋｎｏｗ ｔｈａｔ ｏｎｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｓｉｓｔｅｒ ａｔ ｌｅａｓｔ ｋｎｏｗｓ ａ
ｌｉｔｔｌｅ Ｅｎｇｌｉｓｈ， ｓｏ Ｉ
went to talk to her and eat Lunch with her. After that day Iｗａｓ ｒｅｃｅｉｖｅｄ ｂｙ ｔｈｅ ｆａｃｕｌｔｙ ａ ｆｒｉｅｎｄｌｙ． Ｔｈｅｙ ｔａｋｅ ｍｅ ｕｐ ｔｏ ｈａｎｇ ｏｕｔ
ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈｅｍ． Ｏｎｅ ｄａｙ ｌａｓｔ ｗｅｅｋ ｆｏｕｒ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｓｉｓｔｅｒｓ ａｎｄ Ｉ ｗｅｎｔ ｏｕｔ ａｆｔｅｒ
ｌｕｎｃｈ ｔｏ ＫＦＣ， ｃｅｌｅｂｒａｔｉｎｇ ａ ｓｉｓｔｅｒ’s birthday. I named three of the four sisters each as the
following names: Mellisa, Andrea， and Erika. I ｗａｓ ｈａｐｐｙ ｔｈａｔ Ｉwas lead
to take control of that situation. They are very friendly. They invite me to
join their family on outings, but on the weekends, I ｗａｎｔ ｔｏ ｂｅ ｉｎ Ｓｕｚｈｏｕ ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈｅ Ｓａｉｎｔｓ ａｓ ｌｏｎｇ ａｓ Ｉcan.
22 February 2012
I may be moving to Shanghai to write a book, and I have
great news too!
Dear Family,
My life has been on a roller coaster. Last night I felt odd,
for the last few days have been plagued me with a cold. My circumstance is
developing quite odd. Last night I was told to prepare to visit Sam’s family in
Rugo. I had this opportunity to write this book with Mark, which seems to be a
man of great statue. I was talking to friends, and in that time as my teaching
opportunity here at Mary’s International Education seems to be closing on me. I
had to answer to Mark. I will add his cover letter, which he has sent me, so
you can understand.
The fact is that my teaching opportunity with Mary is gone.
The English program was not managed properly and fell apart from the get go.
That is my opinion.
It was an interesting situation this morning, for it began with
Mary, telling me that the English school will be closing and I was not going to
Rugo. I was shocked. As she was leaving, going to the school, she committed me
to do my passion, which is communicating and writing. She asked me “Why I was
not writing?”
I replied. “It is because I don’t know what to do with my
life, and I don’t know my options.” I pondered how I can take control of my
life. I was lead to email Mark, a proposition that I can move down to Shanghai,
and we can write his book. I was lead to do this as I spoke to some friends,
for I was arranging to see them in Rugo. I did not know what to do, but I felt
expected to go to my office at the school. When I arrived I checked my gmail, I
saw an email from BYU Idaho, saying that they have made the decision,
concerning my admission. This morning has been exciting. When Mary was going to
came in to tell me that she was going to buy me a ticket for my flight home, my
shocked and dreary state changed to rejoicing. I have been accepted in at
Brigham Young University Idaho. I finally may have taken control of my life
too, for I am awaiting Marks decision, concerning living with them. I hope to
stay here as long as possible to learn Chinese. I wonder if I can teach part
time, when I am working with Mark in Shanghai.
Ｂｙ ｔｈｅ ｗａｙ， ｒｅｆｅｒｒｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｍｙ ｃｏｌｄ，Ｉ ｆｅｅｌ ｍｕｃｈ ｂｅｔｔｅｒ ｔｈａｎ ｌａｓｔ ｎｉｇｈｔ． Ｉ
ｆｏｕｎｄ ａ ｇｏｏｄ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ． Ｉ ｈａｄ ｔｏ ｉｎｆｏｒｍ ｍｙ ｇｏｏｄ ｔｅａｃｈｅｒ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｓｔａｔｅ
Ｉ ｗａｓ ｉｔ ｔｈａｔ ｗｅ ｍａｙ ｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄ ｅａｃｈ ｏｔｈｅｒ， ｆｏｒ ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｓｈｏｗｉｎｇ ｍｅ ｈｅｒ
ｆａｍｉｌｙ． Ｉ ｄｉｄ ｎｏｔ ｗａｎｔ ｔｏ ｂｅ ａ ｆａｋｅ ｒｅｊｏｉｃｉｎｇ ｗｉｔｈ ｈｅｒ ａｂｏｕｔ ｈｅｒ ｆａｍｉｌｙ，
ｗｈｅｎ Ｉ ａｃｔｕａｌｌｙ ｆｅｅｌ ｔｈｉｓ ｏｄｄ ｗａｙ ｗｉｔｈ ａｌｌ ｔｈｅ ｃｏｍｍｏｔｉｏｎ．
Ｅａｒｌｙ ｙｅｓｔｅｒｄａｙ Ｉ ｒｅｊｏｉｃｅｄ ｔｏｏ， ｆｏｒ Ｉ ｗａｓ ｌｅａｄ ｔｏ ａｓｋ Ｎｉｃｏｌｅ ｗｈｅｔｈｅｒ Ｉ ｃａｎ ｖｉｓｉｔ ｈｅｒ ａｓ ｓｈｅ ｉｓ ｉｎ Ｓｈａｎｇｈａｉ
ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ ｏｆ ｍｙ ｊｏｂ ｏｐｐｏｒｔｕｎｉｔｙ． Ｓｈｅ ｒｅｐｌｉｅｄ ｉｎ ａ ｔｅｘｔ． Ｗｅ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｇｏ ｏｕｔ
Ｓａｔｕｒｄａｙ ｅｖｅｎｉｎｇ ｔｏ Ｉｎｄｉａｎ ｆｏｏｄ， ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ ｏｆ ｉｎｖｉｔｉｎｇ ａ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ ｔｏ ｊｏｉｎ
ｕｓ， ｓｏ ｔｈｅ ＹＳＡ， ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ， ｉｓ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｋｓ．
Take care
Alex
26 February 2012
The celebration is over.
Dear Family,
Over the past few days, since I emailed you last, I have
done a lot. I feel free to express myself and do what I like, since I no longer
work for Mary. I am in good terms with everyone, and they express a great love
for me. My love for them has been expressed too, for I have been exposed to the
routine of the school more. One thing that I have done to show my love is to
help in their process of serving the students lunch. All of the teachers go to
the cafeteria, and they get two big buckets. One usually has rice, and the
other usually has some type of soup. The great love within the school which I
feel apart of brings my soul to parade around the school delivering the buckets
of food empty or full to there destinations. I love serving. On my first day,
doing this, I saw one of my former students, carrying both of the buckets, so I
ran to her aid, trying to deliver both of them to the cafeteria. She wouldn’t
let me though. She saw my child-like purity. After the delivery she walked
ahead, looking like she wanted me to chase her. I embraced her desire, and she
guided me, holding my sleeve up to see her classmates. My students were up
there in varies classrooms. I am received a like the mascot of the school in a
few classes. I helped three times already in their lunch routine, and it has
been bliss to serve and interact with the children. I have been hugged and lead
by the hand at this kindergarten.
A sister that want me to call her mama dong ping has had me
help her in her role as the school doctor. I probably have met or seen all the
children, for she has me help her weigh the children on a scale. Another
service, which was a lot of fun, was the wrapping of spring rolls. The chief
deep fried a lot of springs rolls one day to have plenty for the entire school.
All the staff helped. They asked me how many Spring rolls that I ate, and they
were happy to hear that I ate more than ten of them.
The evening that I received notice that I was accepted in to
BYU Idaho. I was taken out to a steakhouse by the staff. I felt almost awkward,
since I cannot communicate to them, but its good. Another we went out to
celebrate a teacher’s birthday. I have named her Erika. The younger faculty at
the school really know how to have a party. Four of these teacher call
themselves my sisters. The younger are my sisters and the older are my mama.
On Friday I had a date with a daughter of Mama Tong, a
teacher at our kindergarten. Mama Tong came in the afternoon with one of her
daughters. I received her as a good friend as she was the one that I talking to
the past few days. When we sat down, I realized that she must be the older
sister, since she spoke as if he met me for the first time. She came to inform
me that her younger sister, which I was hoping to meet was not coming. Mama Tong
likes to give me her phone randomly to meet her daughter, and the settings of
our communication never let me memorize her name.
After I received the news that ‘Susan’ was not coming, I
went to go up to hang out with the teachers as the students had nap time. I
hoped to write in my journal as they knitted; however, Mama Tong gave me her
phone, and her daughter was on the phone, telling me that she was coming, so we
can ‘play’. When I heard a mix of voice, I knew that it must have been the
older sister, and her husband spoke to me too.
They totally spoiled me. When I got into the car, they asked
what my favorite food was. Since the word ‘fruit’ rang in their ears, they
stopped at a fruit-stand meters away, buying me all the fruit that I wanted. I
found out that their names were Vergil and Anna. For an odd reason a lot the
English names that I hear seem old fashion, so they asked me to give them new
names. Vergil’s nature reminded me of Kevin Chapmen, a high school best friend,
so I gave him the name Kevin.
Kevin and Anna took me to a museum, telling me that this
museum was the first in all of China. There were divers building with plenty to
see.
It was funny because it seemed that the tour guides were
always walking over us. They were literally tripping over us. When we arrived
at the great man’s house, a tour guide arrived with a company of military
officials. I took a picture of the statue of great man and the tour guide as
proof.
Zhe is the family name of the great man, but I cannot
remember his whole name. I learned that he gained his great wealth by his
factories, making clothe. He has also served in government, being one of the
first elected to a democratic government. I took a picture of his genealogy,
his family admonition, and a few other things. This weekend was very
interesting. I learned that Nantong is a city full of museums and Suzhou is
city full of gardens.
In Suzhou yesterday evening the YSA group date was a little
messy, but it was okay. Andres and I planned to meet at the Suzhou south bus
station, but when I arrived, I was surprised to find that I was at the north
station. I was trying to connect with my friend, but I didn’t know how to find
the 168 bus. A “taxi” took me, but it took him like 25 minutes to find it. It
was too late by then to catch the bus to find Andres. I gave myself an hour to
find the place. The bike driver was like a chicken without her head, looking
for a bus stop, and I was discussing with Andres the way to reach the
restaurant, showing him different destination that I should be going. The
“taxi” driver asked for twenty yuan, but I only had hundreds. When he took my
hundred, he went off with it even after a man, which coincidentally could speak
English, was rebuking him to give me my change. I only got twenty back from
him.
The next adventure was finding a taxi, which I don’t have
much luck with. Since I was late, I was running after any taxi that I found.
That took like forty minutes. I finally got myself a taxi, arriving at the
Indian Restaurant about a hour late.
I never at Indian food, so the environment was new. Coming
in late, Andres and I were out of it. We had a good dinner though. I sought
after having two couples to be at the dinner to have a good personal setting.
When the third sister came, it was good, but the environment could have been
better. Allyne, the third sister, was celebrating getting into BYU Hawaii as I
celebrated getting into BYU Idaho. yay!
Take care, (How is my grammar now, Wes?)
1 March 2012
Good Bye Nantong
It seems that I will never have a regular week in China. I
said the celebration was over last Sunday because I was going to get to work to
find a job. Mary asked me my plans for tomorrow. I questioned why, but she
means business. I can’t stay at her house for much longer, since she is under a
lot of stress. I wanted to work out my stay in China for the next six months
before I go to BYU Idaho. She needed me to go home as soon as possible, so I
offered her a deal, since I want my stay to be a success. I asked her to give
me a date that she will buy my flight ticket home. If I don’t find a job,
justice is due, and I will be sent home. She gave me until the thirtieth of
February. That night I got to work. Since most of my friends are part of the
education system, I text my network of friends, if they can help me find a job
in a few days.
Somehow I came to realize a while ago that Craigslist is a
great way to find a job for foreigners because Chinese people don’t know the
website. It is basically customized for us. I emailed all the reasonable job
opportunities that I found from Suzhou to Shanghai, since I have connections to
there. This day was Monday, and by the afternoon I had a job interview set up
for Shanghai the next day.
One thing that I learned about the professional world is
that the majority of job opportunities, which I could apply for was taken from
me, because I did not have a bachelor’s degree. A bachelor’s degree represents
a high standard of training.
Last Saturday Mary took me out to watch a Chinese movie to
celebrate my acceptance into BYU Idaho. The movie was gruesome, but the story
and the characters were well developed. On the way over to the movie theater,
Mary told me to hand out the leaflets to begin recruiting new students that I
can teach. That was confusing; however, Monday afternoon Mary had me help her
teach English to twelve of my students in our house. Not teaching at the school
is awkward. I taught two classes this week with Mary. Working with Mary, we
have smooth lessons. Also on Monday I told my colleagues that I would like a
haircut. They were going to take me out the next day, but I accepted this job
interview appointment.
Going to Shanghai was an adventure. It is a huge city like
Washington DC, standing separate from all other Providences. Mary was worried
that I would get lost, so she arranged that her friend Anna would show me
around. I gave here the information of my appointment and everything, and I
went to sleep trusting that everything would work out fine. I planned to leave
late in the morning after a little preparation in the morning; however, I
received a text from Anna in the morning advising me to get a 7 AM bus. I don’t
know how, but I rushed, and got to the station and the ticket in time for the
seven AM bus. On the bus lame Chinese films were being played, but I felt good
about working on memorizing scriptures instead of corrupting my mind. Guess
what! Today mark the day that I finished memorizing the first chapter of first
Nephi.
When I arrived, I fulfilled all that I knew of the plan to
go about my day in Shanghai. I arrived about eleven at a McDonald’s, which was
all I knew of Shanghai. Anna had me wait for a half an hour until she arrived;
then, we looked for place of my interview first, since Shanghai is so big. I
was lead to an office building, for Mark sent me a text, saying that he can
help me. The office building seemed to be quiet, but hearing Mark is hard
especially with my old phone. He had a proposition though to keep me here.
During my call, I realized that Anna disappeared, and after
the phone call, she mysteriously returned. It seemed that the office building
that I was in has the office of my interview. We went up; even though, we were
way early. I was really excited for this job opportunity because it seemed
perfect. It was not a normal teaching job, but it is associated with a private
library. The description of the job was reading books to children.
The job interview was simple. I applied for the job, spoke with
the interviewer, and demonstrated my teaching skills in a ten minute demo.
After the interview Tina came in to inform me that I had that day to decide
whether I would take the job. My phone call with Mark entailed that I would
meet him to discuss his proposal, so I asked for an extra day, which they
granted.
I DID IT! I found a job that would solve housing, visa, food
and everything even a flight home. I would be moving to Shaoxing for the next
six months to join a new branch.
After lunch we headed to see Mark. He was in Shanghai, which
was a surprise. I thought that he was in the states busy until April from
whence he will come. When we arrived at his metro station stop, I was told to
turn left to head to a stop light; then, turn right after crossing the street.
I did that, but I went out the wrong exit. In the metro stop, there was four
exits. I was told to go out of the first, but after heading out the first, I
actually went out the second because I went down the wrong stairs. That messed
us up. We did meet Mark though. Talking with him, I was surprised to hear his
new goals, for he just a few weeks ago closed the Happy Company. He plans to
teach the happiness and service of his company as new curriculum at
universities.
His proposal was good. Since it was in the early stages of
development and I needed to figure out a decision by the non existent thirtieth
of February, we decided to move to Shaoxing. I am part of Mark’s team, so it
was we.
Coming home from Shanghai was interesting. I experienced
first hand what the life of a city of 25 million people is like. When I got out
of the subway, there were so many people that we were bouncing off each other
and we were in close quarters. I felt a molecule of water in a steam, flowing
up the stairs and escalators.
The next day my life was good, but a week does not go by
without being thrown in a tail spin. I had a second interview by phone! It was
not much of an interview, but it was just my boss informing me of my new
situation. They wanted me to commit to a year contract, but I could not. I have
four bosses now to convince to hire me without talking to them. They told me
that they were going to decide that evening whether to hire me, telling Mary
what will happen.
I was so grateful that Mary was my translator, for she was
more than a translator. Mary was my negotiator and my advocate. They had three
conversation with a phone call each. Mary said that they would not have hired
me, if she had not persuaded them. That night was tense. My possibility of
staying in China was being decided by people that I could not speak to.
This next morning another tailspin did not turn out well,
for an email from my mother said that dad was very sad and worried for my
temporal welfare in China, beckoning me to come home. I sent a message to
comfort them, saying all is well. Unmanned hot air balloons are being sent
home. Everything is figured out. They sent an email earlier in the week or the
day before or so, telling me to come home, but my good news satisfied them. Dad
was not convinced that I can ever be secure in my job searching efforts today.
I humbled myself, since a power struggle, between personal agency and your
patriarch is stupid. God seems to have better plans for me. The ones that I was
living was exactly according to my desires in China. My contract would finish
in time for my first semester at BYU Idaho; although, this tailspin was the
most devastating of all. My hours of pondering was humbling. It seems that I
will be home soon. I felt like this trip was a victory and a failure both at
the same time, for my goals of learning Chinese, earning money for my
education, and finding a job in the education system were given and taken from
me. I am over it though. This is just a normal week in my adventure here in
China, which seems to be over now.
Love
Alexander Hicken
IT’S NOT OVER YET.
PS I had my first Chinese hair cut today. The barbers in
China are very radical. I was taken by a couple of my sisters to a nice one
though. They shampooed my hair, and they even gave me a much needed massage.
When they asked what type of hairstyle that I would like. I said modest. They
had the look that word up in their phone. After the haircut they even washed
out all the loose hair from my head, so I don’t have a heap of hair to bug me
in my shirt. The barber was good, but I realized after the hair cut that he
left sideburns uneven. They don’t seem to match one side of the head to the
other side.
Another thing that was great today was seeing my students
for one of the last times. They all greeted me as they laid in their beds,
since it was suppose to be nap time, and they were lead to blow me kisses. The
people of my school bring a smile to my face even when they don’t know my
Chinese story.
WEDNESDAY, MARCH 7, 2012
March twentieth
Dear family,
I seem to have finally found that my coming next couple
weeks will finally be my regular weeks, for it will be spent fulfilling my
hobbies until the twentieth of March, which my departure date. Dad told me that
it was illegal for me to seek a job as a tourist, so I refused the job offer at
Shaoxing. I spoke with my potential new boss there on Thursday night. The first
thing that she spoke about was church. I was going to work for an Episcopal
church. Churches are really poor now a days, so when I read more of the
situation. I was told by the sister that I would be the second teacher and
affording both of us is very difficult. I told her, realizing how weak the
program is that they would be better off without me. She even pursued with
another proposal, which entailed no pay, so I am left here in China doing
whatever hobbies that I want.
Since I lacked a purpose in China, I felt like going against
the norm. I showed a little California culture by showing that many people wear
shorts all year round. Everyone was freaking out, worrying that I would get
sick. I learned from cross country that sickness does not come from being cold,
but it comes from being indoors more during the cold season, where the germs
are more abundant. Mama Dong Ping told me yesterday, when I wore shorts again,
that she was wearing five layers of pants. That’s how they are raised. I was
not cold, wearing shorts.
Friday night I went out for dinner with my good friend
Shirley. She has been super busy at school, but we went out to a steakhouse to
catch up. Shirley only hung out with me for the second week of my stay here.
The reunion was too chill for my liking, but it was nice to see her. She was
heading to a concert across the street from the steakhouse, so I walked her
there.
Walking home, I passed a fast-food chain in China called
Dumpling. There is a girl there, which I find cute. I even got her QQ number.
She tried to talk to me once over QQ, but she is not confident in her English.
I wanted to see her, wondering what would happen. It was very awkward though.
Since she were lacking of confidence before her coworkers, they looked at me
very strangely, so I said good bye.
Saturday morning I did not have much to do because the dates
that I were hoping to have fell through. I was able to Skype with Deneice, a
good friend though. A very limited amount of people seem to see my status’ on
Facebook because not many people know that I am in China; except for people
that I am most close to. I fixed up all the emails for her and Andres, for they
want to read my adventure here. I am doing a lot of writing now a days. I was
hired as a Ghost writer, so that is fun. Mark said that we can meet in the
states to figure out how we can work together.
When all my options were taken away from me, I felt that I
don’t have a purpose here. I can practice Chinese. Saturday morning I saw that
I was set to be on the spring fall track at BYU Idaho. I thought that I may be
attending in the spring, but, rereading the letter, I see that I still have
until September to get to Idaho. I occasionally thought myself as a prodigal
son, since I used up all my saving, but my father comforted me, comparing my
stay to the original Zion’s camp. They went out only to exercise faith. Zion’s
camp did not go to war to recapture Zion, but they made it there.
On Friday evening, I introduced Melissa to brown rice,
saying it is more complete than white rice. I further said that I like it
better than white rice, and on Sunday night, I was surprised that she said that
she bought some, preparing me breakfast for the next day. It was tasty. She has
cooked me breakfast three days in a row now. She asked what I wanted last
night, and I said French Toast of course. I wondered how Chinese French Toast
would be. She said that the bread was requiring a lot, and she did not have
time to cook it with eggs and stuff.
Fast Sunday was really good. A brother testified of a
meaningful principle that ‘my way are not your ways’, which rang true with
everyone. I came here to do things, but they seem to not be my purpose here. We
ought to seek to do God’s will rather than our own.
The past couple days with Melissa at her class, I would play
with the kids. They have toys, but perhaps the toys are beyond their age
because they just look at it. They are probably three to four years old. The
toys are like Lego’s. On Tuesday and Wednesday I built things for them, and
they had played with them. They have a great imagination. They played with an
unfinished project of mine as if it is a cake, and a boy sang the happy
birthday song. A girl wore one as a crown, and the children felt like a dog or
a cat as they held a ball like structure before their face. The class play time
have been more fun and loud, which I think is good.
Yesterday my sisters said that they will knit me a yellow
sweater, starting today. I thought that they were working on it already, for
Erika was working on a yellow sweater. I was wrong, and they said that they
will make a better one for me. They asked me if they wanted a long neck, a
common design, so I had to have that, since it was handmade just for me in
China.
On Monday I decided to read my first Chinese book. The first
day was discouraging. Since I was reading the title of the book, the character
combinations did not make any sense, so I skipped all the title stuff to get to
the story. It is children’s literature, so it should be fun. I asked Melissa,
if she recommends any books to learn Chinese, and she recommended Hsu Chih-mo
poetry 徐志摩的.
I hope that they are like psalms.
Occasionally I am able to be an aid for Mary to teach
Engish. Humbling myself to be free without a purpose in China, being able to do
whatever that I want and seeking to be fruitful, is interesting. Many people
may feel that way now though.
Love
Alexander Hicken
TUESDAY, MARCH 13, 2012
Entering my final week in China
Dear Family,
It feels too long since I wrote you. I need to do research
to recall what I need to begin on. I realize that people may want to have a
dialog, but I might as well finish, writing the story of my adventure here.
Thursday was a nice chill day because it was women’s day. I
don’t know, if many Chinese people celebrate it as much as my associates, but
the school teachers went out. Since the day was a half day, We went to a mall,
having a fun time at an arcade and a restaurant. Girl love to go have fun, so
they were generous with buying token and playing games. Some of the games were
boring, since the difficulty seems to be scaled back. I usually don’t do well
on racing games, but I was able to basically win the one that I was playing. I
was pushing the back bumper of the first place winner. This can also be a sign
of how easy it is to do well at this arcade, playing the games. It got good
though. I will not go one explaining video games.
In the evening Melissa took me to meet her family. Melissa
is married, so we first went to pick up her child. The primary school is huge.
They need to organize the departure of the students in order to keep it sane.
This school has thirty classes of fifty students! Fifty students per class is
average.
Melissa’s son is really cool. Since it was a week day, we
were not able to get to know each other well. He also had to do homework, so I
was left to hang out, doing what I want. Melissa showed me family pictures and
Hsu Chih-mo poetry 徐志摩的. This poetry is love poetry, so I am not too
interested in it. She did give me a book though. I don’t know what it is about,
but it begins three hundred years ago. I am realizing a book saying that is kind
of odd. I will figure it out though.
The book is written in traditional Chinese. I am afraid that
it may be Cantonese. It is written from right to left, and up to down. It seems
that there may be many one word sentences, so that is a little confusing.
Melissa treats me as her only little brother, since she has
never had siblings. On Friday my older sister took me shopping to buy books, so
I can practice learning Chinese. Since studying dialog in my current opinion
seems to be a good way to go, learning Chinese, I had her buy me a comic book
the size of a manga. It is about a legendary male opera singer that cross
dresses, during her performances. I hope that he is not a cross dresser all day
long. The other book that Melissa bought me is from the thirties. I hope that
this book can be enlightening. It has the English text in the back, so I can
test if my translation is good.
Saturday was an awesome day. After studying the scriptures,
I was lead to take a nap, which was good because I was awaken up to be informed
that we were going Ru Gao to meet Sam’s family. I love Ru Gao. This day was
cool because I was taken to meet Sam’s father at his factory. He is the big man
over the factory. Figuring out what the factory was making was a puzzle because
I did not have a tour guide. I had a pretty accurate idea what they were
making, which was confirmed, when I was given a catalog. They make machines
that manufacture raw material like metals and plastics. I enjoyed the puzzle;
then, we went to Yacht and Sam’s old high school.
I had a lot of fun at the high school. The school was quiet,
since it was the weekend, but if you read my blog article about his school. I
will need to update it. They have institutionalised meeting from 7 in the
morning to 9 at night. All of them are not class. I was surprised to witness
what I was told from Sam and Yacht was true. On every Saturday they test their
skills to prepare for university exams. A teacher took me on a tour of the
campus. They have three gigantic five story building for the school’s facility.
Since school is all day long and the students come from far and wide, many
students have to live in dorms.
The teach let me interview her students perhaps because I
told her that I interviewed Sam. It was more like they were interviewing me
though. This teacher only had fifteen students, who are preparing to go to
foreign universities. I am of the impression that they also have learning
disabilities. They were cool! We took pictures. I feel that the class setting
was an experience given to me my God, for I was able to have a great time. I
was grateful that I was not overwhelmed with fifty students. When it came time
for break, some of the guys took me to play basketball.
Although most boys are crazy about basketball, I was
surprised that my skill was average or looked upon as good. The skill level of
most students in basketball is weak compared to America. I am lost on the court
at home, but here I was in the game. Some of the best basketball players of the
school wanted to play with me. I was surprised that I had a pretty accurate
shot. I kind of lived up the name of America. If I was Michael Angulo or Kade
Bullough, I would be looked upon as a Michael Jordan. Their skill is not good
because most people work all day long, and little time is given to recreation.
The night was crazy. I was taken to a place to shower. After
showering, we went to a sauna type room. This room had a very social
environment. We went shopping just before coming here to eat at the sauna. This
weekend I felt full most of the day. I was offered food all day long. I don’t
know how the Chinese people do it. Maybe they do it just because I am a
foreigner, and many American people are obese. After eating at a nice
restaurant, they often have noodle soup. I don’t know about you, but I go to
dinner to have a filling meal. It does not seems so here. Sitting an the
hundred degree room for a while, we went to a resting room.
In this room, I asked Sam’s ‘brother’ how often he comes
her, wondering how wealthy the family is. How often to they afford going to
shower and relax here. He refused to answer. When we entered the resting room,
we were lead to walk through the rooms of one of the residence, since this
business was family run. I said hi to the girls casually on a computer as I was
trained to do according to the Jamaican culture.
I was wave hi to the girls once in a while according to the
Jamaican habit that I have, waving hi to people whenever it is appropriate. One
of the girls said “I love you.” Since they were ‘embracing our bond,’ which is
my definition of a friendship, I had to make it lasting. I went over to talk to
the three girls. We exchanged QQ numbers. They were not confident with their
English, so I had to exercise my patience as they retrieved the sister that knew
English the best. You may not be able to know this unless you visited here, but
instant lasting brotherly friendships are formed. Two of the friends of the
family left, and we were left to get to know the family. I got to know the
brother, who is an English teacher. We took pictures, and the youngest daughter
walked me out. She was not confident in her English; but to show you how the
instant lasting brotherly friendships are formed. I heard the sincere words “I
will miss you.” as I made my farewell.
Sunday was nice too. I was honored that Sam’s family gave me
this day too. I don’t feel like writing much about this day because I have an
odd feeling about this Sabbath day. Since the family was Chinese, I could not
preach to them, so my sabbath observance was not as great as I wanted. I
thought of the phrase if someone compels you to go a mile go with them twain,
and as I pondered the commandment within the ten commandments, I more fully
realized how meaningful the words are in this commandment.
On Monday I was inspired to make Chinese French Toast for my
older sister Melissa, but I ended up feeling the entire faculty. They are not
sick now, and they said hao cher, so it must have been good. I was almost
frustrating to cook it. Sam’s family was surprised when I informed them of the
size of the loaves in America. They are like three times the size of them her.
The bakery section is more like a small pastry section. I used up the whole
Chinese loaf of bread, trying too cook in a metal pot. Mary does not have a pan,
but I was lucky to have plenty of eggs and I was able to have four slices not
burnt. The way I served it was more Chinese than the French toast. Since I knew
that it would be a hassle to find a fork, I cut the toast into bite size
pieces. The food was displayed very nicely. I had a small bowl full of
strawberry yogurt within a big bowl full of the bit size pieces of French
Toast. I saw extra grapes and longan fruit around to I put that on top too.
That evening we celebrated at a Steakhouse me, leaving. This
past weekend I got many new friends on QQ, for I also am friends now with the
students that I met at Sam’s school. The teachers that took me out bugged the
waiter, which knew English pretty well to talk to me. He wanted to exchange QQ
numbers. He is super cool.
The teacher expressed their love to me through him as the
translator. They had him test me if they know their names as they always do.
Chinese names are very hard to remember because they always give there full
name, and they say their name backwards. Reminding me of their Chinese names
almost everyday kind of makes sense.
My final week here has been pretty quiet until last night. I
have been writing a lot. I write as the teacher knit and the children sleep.
Last night Yao’s friends contacted me to hang out tomorrow, and I may go the
Shanghai on Friday. My final week is turning out well.
Love
Alex
TUESDAY, MARCH 20, 2012
Good Bye China
Dear Family,
This email is my last entry to my Chinese story, for I am
home now. The last email concluded with my hopes for a great final few days in
China, and I was blessed to have a greatest final days therein. Yao’s friend
invited me to visit her and hang out with some of her roommate. I wondered if
there would be boys hanging out with us, but Xue, the friend, has nine
roommates.
It feels odd to write about this because one of the
roommates is on the list of people that I am sending this to. She wants to
practice learning English, so she embraced our friendship. When she heard that
I love to write, she asked to read some of my writing. Writing of her and all
her roommates for her with her reading it is fun.
When I met Xue with her good friend, she was uncomfortable because
she never spake to with an English speaker before. I don’t know why Chinese
people always say that their spoken English is poor. This was the first time
that they spoke to an English speaker, so they should relax.
Ten teenage girls living in one room seemed insane to me.
Xue and a couple of her friends took me for a walk, and they denied the drama,
which I imagined that can be. All ten girls were studying the same thing, so I
kind of felt like I was talking to multiples of the same person, especially if
they lacked hobbies. I knew that I may get their QQ numbers, and I wanted to
get to know them. I was lead to ask most of the girls what their interests
were, which I found to be good to identify who each person was when I instant
message them.
The most interesting girl was very similar to me, loving to
write. She has been working on writing a comic for six years! It is of a Romeo
and Juliet story of China. The name of the story has the word butterfly in it,
if you want to look it up.
The majority of the girls lacked a passion to pursue
interests, but a common interest is reading. Two of the coolest girls were more
athletic, either practicing volleyball or dance. The date with the girls kind
of felt like the bachelor show.
The next day was Friday, and I was hoping to hang out with
the girl that I met the weekend before at the sauna place in RuGao. During the
week, she asked me to give her an English name, so I can have a name to easily
remember to call her with. I was hard to decide, but we found a good name. It
is Shaundra, the name of a most awesome cousin of mine. We planned to meet at 6
in the evening, and I was thinking that it took two and a half hours to get
there. I told her the day before that she needs to tell me the place to meet
her, or I cannot come. She waited to the last minute to tell me where to meet
her. She is only in the ninth grade, so it was just for fun. Shaundra said that
she would bring some friends as well.
As I rushed over the RuGao, I asked Shaundra, if there is a
late bus coming home, so I can be home that night. She answered that the latest
bus left to Nantong at 5:40 pm, which would not be an option. I could have if I
wanted of be lame, but I did not want to cancel the evening of “play,” a word
commonly used by Chinese to say hang out.
God provided me a guardian angel to be safe. Before I even
got on the bus, a girl began talking to me. Her name is Xue. She said that she
was fifty years old, but I have seen college students that looked older than
her. She was really cool, helping me find the place that I was going to met my
friend, get into a hotel, and get back home in the morning of Saturday.
It turned out that the bus ride only took an hour, so I was
way early. I had another friend that I wanted to meet, but she was a teacher. It
kind of annoying how the professional world in China works the people way too
much. I have a friend that works, starting at 7 am and often comes home after
eleven pm. The teacher friend is named Susan. Susan needed to participate in
the administration of a mock University entry exam all that weekend.
When Shaundra arrived, I had to rush back to the Wengfeng
mall because I went on a walk. I was lead to a park, which I was seeking. I
knew that there needed to be one nearby by, since a river flowed by the mall.
She introduced me to four of her friends. I only got one of
the QQ number of one of her friends, so I only remember the name of one of them
especially since she wants to call herself Candy. After a walk through the
mall, we made it to our destination, the arcade. When they saw my excitement
for pool, they followed me in to play a game; even though, they had never
played before. Candy got into it, and Shaundra was too tense. Seeing the
enthusiasm of Candy made me realize that I was inaccurate because I was not
hitting the balls hard enough. I was more accurate, and after of playing an
hour we discovered our hour time limit was up. We did not even finish a game,
but we were tied. We both had two balls to hit into before getting to the eight
ball. We played more games and shopped before going to dinner at like ten o’
clock.
On the bus, coming back home from RuGao, Xue, my RuGao
guardian, called me. She did a few times in my final days in China. She is my
loving RuGao mother. She is a proud Chinese, saying that the RuGao and Chinese
girls are more beautiful than California girls. I can’t agree. The Chinese
people are so family oriented and friendly that this bond was instant. A couple
girl, sitting in the seats before me in the bus, spoke as if they wanted to
talk with me, since I spoke English, so I approached them. They struggled as
they all do, but we had good times. They wanted to hang out afterward, for they
were going to the bookstore and to play at a park. I was down; however, their
uncle was with them, and he lead them away with errands to rush to.
When I got home, I still had things to do. Melissa took me
out for lunch for the final time. We went to a famous soup place, where they
boil the broth and have you place the food in the pot at the table. Eating out
of the pot was odd, for all I had was serving spoon and chopsticks, but I
managed.
The weekend was full of drama afterward, which I should not
discuss.
On my last day in Nantong, I said good bye to the school,
which I spent most of my time at. I hung out mostly at Melissa’s class. I drew
farewell cards for her class and the faculty. Playing with the kids a final day
was nice. They are like 3-4 years old.
During the week prior, a student wanted me to participate in
the class, so she had me sit next to her in the class. We sang songs and did
various activities. Melissa even gave me a sticker on my forehead, which is
common in school, when students are good. I wore that proudly as the children
do.
I was given my yellow sweater, which my Chinese sister at
the schoo made. Mama Pongping paraded me around the school, boasting of the
fruits thereof. It fits well, and it is beautiful.
Also during last week I noticed that every day of that week,
the teachers would lead their students in fun dances to a variety of song for
exercise. I was lead to join, and the children enjoyed my presence. I only
danced one song though
I participated in Mary’s English class on my last day in
Nantong too. It was a good fun class of hers; however, at the end She had her
students say good bye. They were very disappointed that I had to leave. She
instructed them to hug me individually; then, we took pictures. At the end of
it all, all the kids gave a big group, hugging for a few minutes. We almost
fell down on the flour. They said the dearest words of love, the ones they
knew.
On the flight home, I was bummed that I did not have my
journal to write in one the way home, but flying from Beijing to San Francisco
was fun. I was placed to sit next to two youth, heading for North Dakota and aviation
school. At least all the employees of Air China go to the same university of
these youth, so I had to test what they said and asked our flight attendant
where she attended school. They all went to the same school. I felt part of the
Chinese aviation family. I learned that yangyang, the flight attendant, only
had to attend the university for one year before attending to the planes. I
hope that they don’t work her as much as the people in China. I asked for her
QQ, but we were not lead to receive it, since she was so busy. I was told that
the majority of flight attendants only work for ten years before they have to
move on. Pilots work for thirty years.
This is my Chinese story. I still am trying to figure out
how to speak Chinese. I download the international QQ to keep in touch. I began
renren, the facebook of China, but I don’t know how to connect with my friends.
I love the Chinese people very much. I don’t know when I will go to China
again, but I will try to keep everything which I was given there with me
especially the friendships.
Love
Alex
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