Wednesday, November 30, 2011

China: That place that annoys you


 When I bought my plane ticket a couple of weeks ago things changed for me a bit more than I thought they were going to. It's a really strange thing, as soon as I knew that I was leaving, my attitude toward this place shifted almost overnight. Before I knew I was taking a United flight out of Shanghai at 4:30 PM on January 11th, I thought that I had finally found an odd contentedness here that could sustain me through the end of the year. We had met a bunch of new people, and things seemed pretty alright. However, today... China annoys the hell out of me.
I'm going to start my story with this morning, but it goes earlier than that. You see, my morning started out with a twist. As I got out of the shower around 9 AM, I heard a knock at my door. I yelled to wait while I put pants on, thinking it was one of us, but it was a student. He opened the door, catching me halfway through putting my underwear on. This left him oddly unfazed. He came back later and talked at me in a language that sounded like English, but I'm not sure. The thing is, this isn't the first odd run-in I've had with him. Last week he tried to drag me out to lunch with him, which I had to turn down because I had a meeting. Then he barged in while we were watching The Last Waltz and told, not asked, Miles and me that we were going to Beijing with him in three days, and then to Wenzhou, where his father owns a sofa factory. We refused. Now he just shows up at my door, talks at me, and then leaves. I kinda want to strangle him. He wants us to help him to go to USA, so that he could live in New York and be the next Steve Jobs, and he thinks that we somehow have significant pull at higher learning institutions. I can't tell if his pushy optimism was him being a teenager, or what I should expect from the new generation of Chinese kids. Time will tell, I guess. Other random encounters have been frustrating, but they're scattered at best.
Time with the ex-pats has been great, and thanksgiving was as wonderful of a time as any of us could have hoped for. Nic cooked from 6 AM until 4 PM, making almost every thanksgiving staple you could think of. I made my mom's potato salad, and it was beloved by all, despite the awful Chinese mayo. Every American in the area came out, including the Mormon high school graduates on a mission trip that are teaching in a school way further out there than ours. They were as goony as you'd expect 18 year old Mormons to be, but they were good company, and the usual ex-pat suspects were there, along with a smattering of Chinese students, and we ate and drank, and spent the evening teaching the Chinese girls American drinking games. They were awful at Categories.
The next morning I woke up, vomited, and chalked it up to drinking shitty Chinese beer all day. However, I soon discovered that beer was not the issue, as my fever spiked after puking. I tried to keep down a vitamin water, but I wound up puking up a little blood. After that, I slept most of the day, and most of the next, although by Monday I was able to keep things down. The blood only happened once, and I didn't do anything about it, because there is no place I want to be less than a Chinese hospital. Ish's adventures are living proof of that. By Tuesday I was fine. Let's hope that's the last time that happens.
I'd like to close by getting angry about CSETC again. Annie came for a meeting last Wednesday, and Irene was here on Monday. I missed the Monday meeting because I was dying at the time, but if it was like the meeting with Annie, it was unproductive at best. We rattled off our laundry list of complaints and problems, and were met with the same side-stepping and buck passing as always. Sometimes they say they're going to fix things, but they don't seem to understand that trust is something that you have to earn from us, and they have failed at earning any during our time here. I've seen no actual changes from the organization, and I doubt I will. They're trying desperately hard to get Miles to go to Beijing, and the other three teachers found out why on Monday. CSETC used to be a government organization, but they've had their funding cut, so they're teachers running a business on our white faces, and calling it something else. They also seem to be having cash flow problems, and so they're getting desperate. Two other CSB/SJU students decided not to come next semester, and CSETC sent them and email two days ago saying that everything was fixed, and that “we really need you help”. Our experience suffers because of it, and I can't imagine what's going to happen next semester, when all but three of the current teachers go home.
I'll get to writing about Guangzhou when I feel like it, ok?

36 days until my contract is up, 41 until I'm home,
-Cooper

Thursday, November 17, 2011

An Update?!


It's been a long time sine I've decided to sit down and write some sort of update on what is going on in my life, and I feel like a lazy piece of shit because of it. Granted, the problem started because in honestly didn't have a whole lot to write about. I'd wake up, teach class, go to Chinese class three times a week, go for a run, dink around the Internet and go to bed. That was my life here for about two months, and you can imagine that it didn't really give me much to talk about, much less to write about, so I developed writer's inertia, I term I just made up. The thing is, my routine has changed for the better, but I've maintained that inertia until now, and I'm done with it. I'm here to tell you what has changed.
For one, we found other ex-pats, and as it turns out, they're a great group of people. Every Friday we get together at a restaurant near the local university and drink beer and talk. Their students will show up to practice their English, and it's generally a good time for everyone. The group is a wide range of ages, from Dave, who's a New Zealander somewhere north of 45 years old with a Chinese wife named Catherine, to folks our age. Actually, the story of how we found out about this group is pretty good. The four of us were wandering around Fuzhou looking for a restaurant, and Vang happened to see Nic in a drink shop. Vang said ”I think I just saw an American”, and we all froze, completely unsure of how to approach the situation. Fortunately, Nic saw us as well, and was equally amazed. We exchanged phone numbers, and now we have people to talk to. We were invited along for Catherine's birthday last Saturday, and I think she took a certain delight in ordering the weirdest dishes possible. I had duck and pig stomach, snails, and congealed pig's blood. The blood actually tasted like tofu, which is odd.
I also had an “oh well, what the hell” moment, and asked one of the teachers out, a 22-year old woman named Pansy. I think she's purdy. This turned out to be a completely different experience than I thought it would be. I asked her out to dinner, and made it clear that it was going to be just the two of us. This seemed like a date to me, and I thought I had done a decent job at communicating this to her. Apparently I failed, as she invited along her friend and her friend's six year old son. Whaps. We went to a pretty neat restaurant, though. Picture a buffet, but instead of cooked food, it was just cuts of meat (They had bacon!). You pick out the ones you want to eat, and then take them back to your table, which has a skillet in the middle, where you fry whatever you want. Also, all you can drink beer is included in the price. I have to go back when I'm not trying to impress someone. Anyway, once her friend and the kid left, I asked if she realized I was asking her out on a date. She had no idea. I laughed it off, and we had a great time walking around town and talking. At the end of the night, she invited me to lunch at her house... with her mother.
Lunch turned out to be completely alright. Her mom can cook, and the 9 students that she rents out her apartment to were very nice during lunch, and it only took twenty minutes to get photo time over with. After all the students had left, we spent a long time sitting on the couch and talking about relationships in general. As it turns out, she's firmly focused on marriage, and not just marriage, but marrying a man of means. This is the norm for China, unfortunately. The good news is that she's really cool, and I really like hanging out with her. Friend made!
There's other little things that I could talk about: our fast food disaster tonight, making Chinese kids argue about what art is, and any of the other stories that get lost in the bustle of my day, but I honestly don't feel like it right now, as I would rather talk about baseball with Jimmy, so I'm going to leave it at this, and leave on the note that I'll write up my trip to Guangzhou when I feel like it.

See you all in less than two months,
-Cooper