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Thursday, November 17, 2011

November 15-Jack


I just realized this is out of place: read it in chronological order from the title.

After I finished my last class for the day, my kids were leaving when I stopped Jack. He had behaved that day and been positively adorable, as he can sometimes be (other times he’s a hellion, but for some reason I still adore hims). I spread out my arms and said, “Hey, Jack, do I get a goodbye hug?”
Jack peered at me for a moment, registering the situation, and then he threw his arms around me and squeezed me tight.
I patted my cheek and said, “What about a kiss?”
Again, his eyes grew wide but then he gladly smooched my cheek. When he pulled away, he was positively glowing. When he ran down the hall waving at me, he kept glancing back until he turned the corner. I suppose I’m just tending the fire of his student-teacher crush; I suppose I shouldn’t be encouraging him, but heck, I love every second of it.

November 17-Love Is In the Air





November 17:

Today in class, Lily randomly told me that she loved me and then asked me how to spell 'I love you.' I explained to the other kids what that meant, and Mark patted my arm to get my attention. He pointed to little Sarah and said, "Teacher, I love Sarah." Then he gently touched her nose. "Teacher, I love Sarah's nose." Sarah looked as surprised as I did to hear him say this, but she beamed and giggled. It was easily the cutest thing ever in the history of cute.

Love must be in the air, actually, because during Opening class Mike and Stephen practically kissed. They turned toward each other and leaned in until their noses were touching—it wasn’t menacing or confrontational, but awkwardly romantic. Cami and I gasped in disbelief. Then in class, Mark wanted Stephen to sit beside him. It was…strange. They’re only seven, too!

Again speaking of romance and love, I sent my last class away but Jack was hesitant to leave. He stood beside me and opened his arms for a hug, and I obliged him. He gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek, too; when he pulled away, he smiled sweetly. What a freaking heartbreaker! I wonder if I’ve started a tradition by asking him for that hug a couple days ago.

Truthfully, it’s one of the best traditions I’ve ever instigated.

We suspect that Tom has autism, due to several signs he exhibits regularly--one of which is his aversion to human-to-human contact: he doesn't seem to know how to react when touched/grabbed/hugged. I love to tease my kids and ruffle their hair, but he has always freaked out when I do this to him so I stopped. However, I was taking pictures with all my students and when it came to be Tom's turn, he surprised me by throwing his arm around my neck, pressing his cheek to mine, and squeezing me tight. Needless to say, I melted in his arms.



Again, I thank all of you who read these emails and support me in my endeavors in China. I appreciate and love you all. I would love to hear from any of you!

Always,

瑞 婷

November 16-A Day In The Life...

Last night, Robin asked me if I would cover her afternoon class so that she could go to the conventional market. She would cover my morning class and I would cover hers; I agreed. I like having the opportunity to meet new kids—like when we switched kids with the 3rd Floor teachers, everyone complained that it just messed things up, but I appreciated it and enjoyed it because now I know so many more cute kids that all say hi to me when they see me.

Because the afternoon classes don’t start until 1:30, I was able to sleep in this morning. It was wonderful; it felt so great being able to catch up on sleep. When I awoke, I choreographed my dance to Justin Bieber’s “Baby” for the DaGuangHua karaoke competition on the 25th of November. I will dress up as Bieber and Kaylee, Kelli, Maren, Krisan, Ivy, and Kylee will be my backup dancers. It’s so random but will be so awesome; my first time as the star in a performance (besides violin solos) and I perform Bieber. My life is so great. Wo ai shengming.

Since today is Monday, the morning teachers get Muslim food for Muslim Monday. I love this tradition and joined them, since I technically am a morning teacher. I got Chow Mein, which is delicious. The tomato and egg dish is my favorite, but I like to try new things.

I bought ice cream bars from a small convenience store for 1 yuan each: that’s about 20 cents for a good-sized ice cream bar. I bought eight to store. There is one that is completely fudge and it’s delicious—it’s like a chocolate bar but so much cheaper! The fudge isn’t quite like American fudge, but it’s still tasty, especially since we get so few sweet things here.

Teaching the afternoon kids was alright. They’re a bit older than my kids (my age average is seven years old; the afternoon kid average age is about 10) and much cheekier. I like my kids a lot better—maybe because I know them and I know how to work with them, but I also like younger kids better. I’m difficult that way. I don’t feel like I bonded with those kids like I did with the 3rd floor little kids.

For dinner tonight, there was everyone’s favorite tomato and egg dish. It’s different than the Muslim dish, but still delicious. Oh, so very delicious! I like Muslim better, but the cafeteria tomato and egg dish is such a welcome change to the normal oily, bland cafeteria Chinese food. It always makes my tummy happy. I went back for seconds last time they had it, so this time the guy loaded me up with it. He’s usually very stingy with food, so I appreciated this act of generosity.

Krisan, Ivy, and Kylee invited us to play games with them that night. Me moving in Krisan was probably the best thing that could have happened to our ILP group—it has opened doors that otherwise would have remained closed. Having spent more time with those three, I’ve discovered that they’re not exclusive: they’re sweet and funny. They’re friends so they stick together.

Kelli and I joined them in their room and we played the Monkey Game, where one person gets in the middle of the circle and acts like a monkey in an attempt to get someone else to laugh. It is the funniest game ever! We were all laughing so hard and acting like complete fools. Friendships were made tonight.

Afterward, I joined the three of them in the common room for a dance party: we simply danced to songs on Krisan’s iPod. It was random but fun.

I had a lot of fun with them. I like the changes that have occurred these last few days.

I’m not sure if I’ve even mentioned this, but I switched rooms with Brittany. I am now rooming with Krisan, and Britt is with Abi. I have to be quiet in the morning so I don’t wake up Krisan, since she teaches in the afternoon and can sleep in, but other than that I get the room mostly to myself. She doesn’t have a computer so the internet is all mine. When we do see each other, we’re very congenial. We’ve even stayed up late talking about life, college, and boys. Mostly boys: we’re both boy crazy and have lots of stories to share. I adore her, actually.

November 12-Weihai Pagoda




For our Saturday adventure today, Kelli, Kaylee, Maren and I decided to check out a gigantic pagoda in downtown Weihai. A pagoda is a tall, multi-sided traditional Chinese building, usually a shrine or temple. We hadn’t known Weihai even had one until a few weeks ago, when we happened to walk past it on our way to the bus stop. Weihai just keeps on getting more and more interesting as the weeks go on.

There were countless stairs leading to the pagoda, which were lined with bright flowers and pathways that led to hidden gardens. We veered off to a few of these gardens; some had colorfully-painted mini-pagodas and gazebos (breathtaking); one had an old garden building with vines crawling all over (perfect photo op). In one garden, two Chinese young men came up to us and chatted for a bit. They asked us if we spoke Chinese, and we responded with “very little,” which is true.

(I feel bad when people ask me this or expect me to speak Chinese, or when we’re trying to find our way around but can’t communicate with the locals. We are so relieved when we find someone who speaks even broken English—I feel bad because, obviously, I’m the foreigner in their country: I should try to speak Chinese, not them trying to speak English. I should have learned more Mandarin before coming to China; it’s the logical solution, plus the people would respect me so much more.)

They asked us for a picture, and we happily agreed; we took our own pictures with them. I love taking pictures with random Chinese people.

The pagoda itself was under construction and was closed to the public, so we traversed the pathway that led around the pagoda. There were crumbly stairs through a spindly forest that led to another gazebo—this one sat on an overlook of the city. Besides the distant sounds of city life, the world was quiet and serene; we felt as if we had stepped out of the city and into a Chinese wilderness, and it was beautiful. The hustle and bustle and noise of city life for so long having worn us out, we rested within the gazebo and simply enjoyed the solitude.

Since the pathway continued, we decided to follow it. It led to a TV tower or something of that sort, which sat at the peak of the “mountain” we were on. There was a view of the city from all sides through the spindly pine-tree like trees. We separated and found out own places sat on the steps of the TV tower or by the trees; for about a half hour we were allotted some much needed/rarely acquired “alone” time outside the school. I adore my friends here and my students, but it’s definitely nice to have some “me time” now and again.

We needed to get back to the city to do some shopping and get dinner, so we headed back down. The pagoda, even though we couldn’t enter it, was still stunningly gorgeous. I absolutely love traditional Chinese architecture/culture: I had no idea Weihai had such amazing traditional Chinese architecture and stuff to do! I’m so glad we decided to check it out. It was an awesome experience.

At Big World, I bought a Louis Vuitton duffle bag/backpack/roller bag for a carry-on bag, since my other suitcase broke in LAX. (Remember that fiasco? It was awful.) It’s awesome; LV is growing on me. When we first got here, I had never even heard of him and when I found out about him, I didn’t really like the style; now, I find it adorable. I have a “real” Louis Vuitton bag! Haha. Wo ai Zhongguo.
I also bought a chicken stick from my favorite Big World street vendor, who knows what I want before I ask. Her chicken sticks are the best I’ve tasted in China—they’re juicier and fresher, and slightly spicier. Yum, yum, yummest!

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

November 9-Yellow Kids

There was a funny/cute student moment today in class. We were talking about the colors of items in the room and on our persons, like the color of our shirts, pants, and hair. They are all amused with my “yellow” hair, and once this was pointed out, they started naming off things that were yellow. Matt stood, lifted his shirt to show his skinny belly, pointed at his skin and exclaimed, “Teacher, yellow!”
I don’t know if Asian peoples are aware of how “white” people to refer to them as “yellow,” and I’m certain Matt hasn’t the slightest clue, I just thought that the situation was hilariously ironic. Kids say the silliest things!

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

November 8-Kiss-And-Tell

There’s been a lot of kissing going on around here.

Yesterday, during class, Jack was messing around in class, like he usually does. However, today he wasn’t being disruptive to the class; he was really getting into the lesson. Jack is the kid that I can’t help but love, even if he’s a snot most of the time; Jack is also one of my students whose English skills surpass those of the other students’. Jack simply doesn’t speak all that much because he’s usually running around the classroom.

In any case, he was very responsive in class and participating in the lesson and continuously surprising me with his English vocabulary. I can’t exactly recall what impressed me to make such a bold move, but I grabbed Jack, who sat beside me, tickled him and then planted a kiss on his cheek. The entire class gasped and giggled; Jack blushed and pushed away from me. Surprising the entire class (including me), he kissed his hand and gently smacked my cheek with it; everyone giggled. I ruffled his hair and said, “Aw, Jack, I love you.”

Jack grinned at me, his dark almond-shaped eyes turning into slits, and said, in perfect English, “I love you, too, Teacher.” I already knew this kid had a crush on me—I suppose I’m not doing anything to deflect his attention. What a freaking cutie.

Another kiss-and-tell-story involves Lily, my student with super squinty eyes, prominent dimples in her chin, and a knack for hugs. She is the most Chinese-looking of all my students—her eyes are almost literally slits. Lily always gives me hugs when she comes into class and has kissed my cheek in the past. This morning, for some reason the topic of kissing came up (I think we were discussing what not to do when it came to keeping your hands to yourself, like no punching or pulling hair, and one of the boys modeled kissing and said, “No, teacher.”), and Lily, who sat beside me, grabbed my face and pulled me down to her height. She kissed my cheek with a satisfying, “Mwah!” and then giggled.

As she prepared to leave at the end of class, she ran up to me and made a kissy face, like she wanted a smack on the smacker; I kissed my fingertips and lightly touched her lips with them. She gasped, pleasantly surprised, and skipped away. It warmed me considerably.

I just love my kids.


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November 6-District Conference

Today, for Church, we had Asia District Conference, over phone-Skype. Sister Dibb and Elder Scott were among the speakers, which were all general authorities but I forgot their names. It was an incredible conference and very spiritual; it was exactly what I needed, especially since I was unable to listen to General Conference. (I plan on reading the Ensign when I return to the States.)

I’m not exactly sure what District entitles, but here are some numbers: China has 19 Stakes and 19 Districts; there are 45 Districts in Asia. China is home to about half of the world’s population.

I wrote down some feelings and quotes from the conference, which I will share here:



· Everyone needs a missionary; everyone needs help from others.

· Who do you know that needs your help now?

· When you pray, listen for an answer. Don’t rush through spiritual matters.

· We each need our own Sacred Grove and to exercise our faith to ask our questions, like Joseph Smith, Jr.

· Your “I Will” is more important than your IQ.

· The most important prophet of any age is the living prophet. The words of the living prophet are just as, or more important than those in the scriptures.

· Do I study the words of latter-day prophets like I study the standard works? All are scripture.

· You will not make a mistake without first being warned by a prompting of the Holy Ghost.

· The Lord doesn’t care at all if we work in marble halls or stable stalls. – President Uchtdorf

· The rising generation should work on genealogy—we need to learn how so that we can continue it.

· Some people make huge financial and physical sacrifices to receive temple blessings, like saving up for years to travel to a different country. A girl’s and boy’s temple sacrifice is preparing to serve a mission.

· Sacrifice the pomp and pageantry of a civil wedding for a temple marriage.

· A temple marriage should be the focus of your marriage, not an afterthought.

Richard G. Scott spoke on the sanctity of womanhood:

· Broaden your mind and cultivate the horizon of your understanding.

· Men, don’t make women cry: God counts a woman’s tears.

· Women are NOT second-class citizens in the Kingdom of God.

· Men must help misguided women. Women have great influence over men, but men have the same power over women. Women have the need to be accepted so they are easily influenced by what men want them to be.

· Many women have returned to righteousness because of the positive influence and example and encouragement of a worthy Priesthood holder.

· Men—tell girls how attractive they are when they are living Gospel standards.

· Teach your sons to respect their sisters; vice versa. (I find marriage-related advice applicable to me as I decide on what type of mother and spouse I want to be, so that’s why I wrote these down.)

· Don’t hesitate to confront your spouse about a concern you have regarding their behavior—resentment will grow if you keep silent.

· “Dad, I love you. You are my best friend.” – Elder Scott’s son after Elder Scott played with his children. Spend time with your children.

· Don’t ever keep a secret agenda from your spouse; sharing everything about yourselves with each other is a powerful strengthening tool.

· Let any daughter of God who doubts her worth turn to her Father in Heaven and He will give her supernal confirmation of her divine worth. He will always give her confirmation.

· Be grateful for those who bring others into the Gospel; we are all blessed when someone is converted.



I feel very blessed to have had the opportunity to listen to this council from Church leaders, especially in such a unique setting.

November 5-Market and Pizza Buffet

November 5:

Robin found out about this conventional market in Weihai, about which none of us had previously known. Maren, Kelli and I decided to check it out for our Saturday adventure. Robin gave us the characters to give to the taxi driver, and we flagged down a taxi.

The taxi took us into a completely different part of town, one we have never before seen. It was very exciting: there was an arena and stadium with the Olympic rings on the side (who knows?), fancy buildings, factories, a big cylinder-ish-shaped plant that made us wonder if it’s a nuke plant, pretty green parks, and lots of shopping alleys. We want to go back and wander when the weather isn’t so awful (today was an all-around miserable-weather day).

The conventional market is huge with three indoor floors filled with vendors selling almost anything you can imagine: socks, clothes, gloves, hats, scarves, books, cheap toys, notebooks, pens, belts, wallets, purses, suitcases, feminine hygiene products, underwear, tape, food, make-up, perfume, flags, paintings, quilts, bedding, baskets, door handles, decorations, teapots, etc. It was overwhelming.

I purchased a Chinese flag and a gorgeous cotton traditional Chinese dress for inexpensive prices—the dress is handmade and excellent quality (sturdy, sewn properly) for about $6. The cheapest traditional dress I have found anywhere else was $23. The dress fits me beautifully and I’m super excited about it. The shop was my favorite there, because it had lots of handmade traditional clothing and bags, plus wall paintings and stitched artwork. I’m absolutely crazy about traditional Chinese culture and anything that represents it.

We even found a store that sold name-brand bags and wallets, like Gucci, D&G, Prada, Versace, Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Armani, Boss, Coach, etc. We honestly felt like we were back in Shanghai, and it was fantastic.

Kelly, our Chinese coordinator, told us about a pizza buffet in Weihai and gave us the characters to give to a taxi driver. We decided to check it out, and it was well worth our money and time. At first, we were confused because there was little food in the buffet and no pizza, but someone finally told us to wait ten minutes. After doing so anxiously, a Chinese waitress brought out two yummy-looking pizzas, and we dug in. One pizza had veggies, the other had sausage. But each had cheese—lots and lots of cheese. I have had so little cheese in China that this was a dream come true.

Oh my giddy aunt, it was so tasty. We all went back for seconds, thirds, fourths…(hey, the pieces were small—three Chinese pieces would barely make up one American piece). Besides pizza, there was a salad bar, a fruit bar, and an everything else bar—Chinese deserts (which were interesting; the custard pie was easily our favorite) and Chinese food, like chicken, sushi, meat on a stick, tofu, things that we would find in a typical Chinese restaurant.

I ate until I was ready to burst. We are so content and happy with China tonight. Who knew Weihai was such an awesome place? Today convinced us of how cool this city really is.

After pizza, we stood in the rain for a while as we tried to flag down a taxi. Downtown Weihai at night in the rain reminded us of New York.

I was so tired and full that when we got into our taxi, I didn’t understand him when he asked me if I was American, even though I had taught Maren and Kelli that phrase earlier. (Wo shi Meiguo ren; ni shi Meiguo ren; I am American; you are American.) To better explain, the taxi driver pointed at himself and said, “Wo shi Zhongguo ren.” (I am Chinese.) In my sleepy stupor, I pointed at myself and said, “I am Jillian.”

Kelli then explained to me what he was asking, and I quickly corrected myself. Maren and Kelli made fun of me because I claimed to be from Jillian. (We’re mature like that.)

I love it when I do understand Chinese, even if I simply recognize a single word or phrase. I’m hoping to be a lot better by the time I go home in six weeks.

Today was a great day.

November 4-Bus Performers

November 4:
I went to Big World with Abi, Cami, Emily, and Kate (it’s Friday, but we didn’t have to teach because the kids had tests). We had a lot of fun shopping together.

It rained hard all day today. It hasn’t rained that much since we’ve been here, which shocks me because I expected it to be so much wetter here. Weihai looks very different in the rain—it’s an attractive change.

On the bus ride home, we chatted with a Chinese woman who knew broken English. She told us that her favorite English song is My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion, and she asked us if we would sing it for her. Emily had the song on her iPod, so we Americans belted it out right there on the public bus—the crowded bus, I should mention. Our audience stared at us, curious, bewildered, and delighted. After Celine Dion, we decided to get our Biebs on, so we turned on Justin Bieber’s Baby and sang to our hearts’ content. Baby is easily one of the most popular American songs in China, and we noticed the recognition on our audiences’ faces.

For those of you unfamiliar with this song, Ludacris, a famous rapper, has a solo during the middle of the song. Cami and Emily rapped along with him, horrifying old Chinese women. Apparently, like American old people, Chinese old people don’t appreciate rap music.

I am now a street/bus performer in China. Awesome, right? I love entertaining the Chinese with my American ways—and because I am American, I can pull off being completely absurd in public, because the locals are going to stare, anyway.

November 1-Carving Pumpkins

November 1:

I had planned a lesson on Where The Wild Things Are for Drama today, but when I arrived at my school I discovered that my co-teachers had decided to carve/color pumpkins for class. I was supportive of this, though I wished I had known so I could have taken pictures.

I’m sure our students were confused since English class has been so unusual lately: first, they get new teachers for two weeks; then they return to their previous teachers, but for two days we mess around with face painting and carving pumpkins. This, perhaps, wasn’t the best for discipline because we spent most of our second teaching rotation having the kids stand in their lines reciting the rules over and over again because they simply would not behave.

Our first teaching rotation had a lot of fun with the lesson, though: Every two students shared one pumpkin, which they gutted (some kids loved this, while others seemed utterly disgusted) and then colored with crayons. We had them tell us what color of crayon they were using and what they were drawing. Emily drew basic objects on the board and had the students copy her on their pumpkins. After their pumpkin was sufficiently decorated, Kate and I carved faces into the pumpkins. The students were delighted.

When she wasn’t coloring, little “Old Man/Monkey” Sarah (everyone thinks she looks like an old Chinese man; to me she resembles a monkey, but either way she’s a-freaking-dorable) came over to me to give me a hug or wrap her arms around my leg. She’s our youngest and smallest student, at five years old. Sarah is very quiet and spacy (she’ll usually only speak in class when spoken to directly) and I simply adore her; she’s the perfect cuddle size, so naturally I give her lots of hugs.

The classroom was a mess when the lesson was over, but it had been a successfully fun day.



On an entirely different subject: Since the tap water here is unsafe to drink, the school provides for us five-gallon bottles of purified water and water dispensers. We acquire the water bottles from a store room here on campus, a mild walk away. However short this walk may be, it’s completely uphill on the way back and five gallons of water quickly becomes quite heavy. Therefore, I have adopted the practice of rolling/kicking the water bottle up the road. I feel rather ridiculous doing this, but it’s better than straining my back.

Today, I had an interesting experience. I was kicking my water bottle up the hill when a Chinese teacher walked out of the dorm building and saw me. He laughed at me and shook his head; I said, in English, “I’m not strong enough!” and raised my wimpy white girl arms. He just laughed at me and continued down the road. I thought my humiliation was over, but that night at dinner I ran into him again. He simply smiled and shook his head at me. I thought, “Great; now I’m the laughing stalk of DaGuangHua.” It was actually very funny.

October 31-Halloween!

October 31:

Today is Halloween! For class, I dressed up as Justin Bieber—not because I’m obsessed with him, but because I look scarily like him when I wear purple leggings, white boots, and a purple hoodie and I comb my short hair forward—and did face painting with Kate and Emily. I had my kids line up and then sit down in front of me, one at a time. I had them say what they wanted me to paint and with what colors, and then I painted their cheeks or the back of their hands. One girl, Lucy, told me, “Teacher, my mother say no,” and pointed at her cheek; she then pointed at her hand: “Mother say yes.”

The kids loved it. Scott, Kailey, and Abi had a movie going in their room for the kids to watch. After, we had the kids color balloons.

Once classes were done, I returned to my dorm to prepare for that afternoon: I was helping the afternoon ILP teachers with a haunted house, and Bieber isn’t nearly scary enough for that. I teased my hair until every strand stood on end and I looked like I was an electrocuted Helena Bonham Carter. When my hair was wet with hairspray, I scattered glitter in it. Then I did my make-up: I put glitter in my concealer before I applied it, and then darkened my eyes with thick liquid eye liner and black, navy, and silver eye shadows. I used to liquid liner to draw swirls and vines across my cheeks and down my neck. It looked AWESOME! I was so proud of my skills. I wore a black romper with purple leggings, killer black heels and fairy wings—I was a creepy fairy, and I daresay I looked fantastic.

Brittany, Kylee, Krisan, and Ivy turned one of our classrooms into a haunted house with cardboard, bed sheets, boxes, tables, chairs, tablecloths, string and clothespins; the windows were darkened and an iPod played Halloween music. At first, I was in charge of letting the kids into the haunted house, and, also at first, the kids were too terrified to enter: they kept running out as soon as they caught a glimpse of the haunted house and heard the scary music. Finally, a little girl was willing to try it out—turns out, this little girl went through the haunted house at least three times, showing up several of the boys. Kudos to her! Eventually, more of the kids were willing to go through.

After a short while, the teachers changed my position and I became the Tunnel Grabber: I grabbed their ankles while they crawled through a tunnel of tables and bed sheets. The kids were so scared, and I quickly felt bad. I’m the type of person to cuddle little children, not scare the crap out of them. After the children went through, the Chinese teachers opted to have a turn. They were frightened but thrilled.

Because I felt guilty (some of the kids cried out of fear—the other ILP teachers took their positions a bit too seriously, with fake gore and scary special effects) and I was faint from hunger, I left early and returned to my dorm. After a snack, Abi reminded me that we were teaching English Corner soon. Still in costume, I joined Abi in teaching fourteen-year-olds about Halloween and drawing bats and ghosts. They all loved my costume, and especially my make-up.

(Random bit of useless information: Apparently, Chinese girls don’t wear make-up until they turn 18, unless they need to get dolled up for a special occasion, like a traditional holiday or performance.)

English Corner is fun, but I don’t quite relate or connect with the students like I do with my ILP students (the 5-8 year olds). Maybe it’s because when they mouth off or mess around, it’s a lot less adorable than when a sweet little five-year-old does it. My English Corner students speak about as much English as my ILP students do, which is very little though there are a few who surpass the others by a lot. Amy, Tim, and Rufus can actually carry on conversations with me; granted, it takes a lot longer and they are in broken English, but at least we can understand each other for the most part.

My ILP students are learning a lot, however I may have belittled their knowledge. They are beginning to speak English spontaneously—which is to say, they are piecing together sentences and phrases from previous and present lessons to communicate with me; they are marvelous at memorization.

Anyway, back to Halloween. I met up with Maren, Kelli, and Kaylee and we fixed our ‘dos and took a group picture with the other teachers. Everyone else dressed up as zombies or pirates or gypsies. Maren and Kelli had excellent zombie make-up, ripped and bloodied (painted) clothes, and hugely ratted hair. They looked spectacular.

The four of us went out for Chinese Muslim food—we walked there to save money plus to have more fun, since we were able to freak out all the locals. You should have seen their faces: some of them looked positively horrified, others gave us ‘what the heck are you doing, you yuchun Meiguo ren?’ (stupid American) looks, while some actually laughed and gave us thumps up. The man and woman who own the Muslim restaurant know us very well, and when they saw us they laughed and gasped and couldn’t take their eyes off us.

Muslim was, as it always is, incredible. The noodles there are the best I’ve ever had and the food is simply (and by that I mean simple) delicious. The dishes are so basic (like my favorite, which is noodles, fried eggs, and tomato) but very yummy; I will crave it and miss it when I return to the States. Cami says she has yet to find a legitimate Chinese Muslim restaurant in the States—all of the Muslim restaurants she’s found are Middle Eastern and are nothing like Chinese Muslim.

After dinner, we walked to the Jia Jia Yue and terrorized the unsuspecting shoppers by buying bread and juice and chocolate. At the night market, we had a photo shoot and bought bananas, while everyone stared at us. Granted, the Chinese usually stare at us, but now they had a real excuse (besides the fact that we are Caucasian).

I bought a yummy candied-crab-apple-and-almonds-on-a-stick from a vendor (new favorite treat) and called it a day; what I also called it was one of the best Halloweens of my life, and the only real candy I had was a single Snickers bar.

I hope everyone had a fantastic holiday!

Sincerely,
瑞 婷
Rui Ting

October 22-Lice...

I just realized that I wrote about these days but never sent them to you, so here are my last "journal" entries (there will be lots more soon, when I have time to write):

October 22:I haven't washed my hair in four days as a preventative measure for a lice break out in my group and I've been sick for 19 days, so today when my little student, Lucy, said to me, "Teacher, you are beautiful" it meant the whole world to me. It is times like these when I am reminded how wonderful it is to simply be alive--and how grateful I am to be spending part of my life with adorable kids in China.

October 26:

Maren, Kaylee and I went to Big World today—it’s called Hua Lian Shang Chang in Chinese. We had noticed these awesome street shops the week before but hadn’t had time to check them out; therefore, we decided to explore them today. There are four or five alleys filled with these shops; the shops are various-sized with a single room, like walk-in closets. Some are so small only two or three people can fit at a time. A few of the shops sold rinky dink toys or traditional jewelry, though most of them sold clothes. A lot of the clothes were actually super cute and some were even American sizes—what Westerners would consider Large and Extra Large, though the Chinese would consider them Huge and Gigantic—and we went crazy. We found a shop that had clothes from Forever 21—at least the tag said so. They were legit F21 styles, though—the Chinese are pro con artists.

I found and bought a ridiculously cute vintage/classic-style dress with detachable shoulder cape; a green striped cardigan; a cream…shawl/shrug. It wraps around my arms unusually and it’s kind of confusing, but it’s super Chinese and super cute. I love the items here that simply scream, “China!” Typically, the items are what you would consider odd and tacky, but they grow on you and if you can find a way to pull them off, they’re the awesomest things ever.

I bought street food for lunch: a wrap-like thing. The man took a dough ball and rolled it out thin, then dropped it on a skillet. After it fried for a few seconds, he opened up the middle, like a pocket, and cracked an egg inside, then flipped it over to seal the hole. He proceeded to remove it from the skillet and spread a red sauce on it, piled on chives and lettuce, and stuck in a hot-dog looking meat stick. He wrapped it up and handed it to me. I paid him 4 yuan for one of the best lunches/meals I’ve had in China—and it didn’t make me sick, so score! I’m so going back for more.

I can’t remember if I mentioned this already, but there’s been a lice breakout in my group—about fifteen of us got it. I didn’t, and don’t, have it. I’m not sure why not, because we figure the origin is the kids and I hug my kids more than anyone else, besides Cami. The lice started breaking out in various cliques, not within a single clique, so that’s why we figure our students gave it to us, probably from us hugging them and being at hair-height with them when we teach. I figure I’m simply lucky, plus I have the world’s most amazing mother, who happens to know everything about natural remedies and who happened to send me to China with a bottle of lavender oil, which repels lice (and other insects), but was initially intended to help make my room smell decent and not like China.

I told Mom about the lice epidemic and she sent me lots of information on preventative measures and how to cure the infection. Although Maren and Abi have lice, and I spend lots of time with them, I have not contracted lice.

I haven’t showered in four days (lice don’t like dirty hair—go figure) and I apply lavender oil on my neck and behind my ears and spray my bedding multiple times a day in hopes of keeping the little buggers outta my hair.

October 25-Teaching

Hey y'all! How is life? I hope everything is going well and that you're keeping smiles on your faces.


Teaching is going well. This week, I am teaching Games; Games is one of my favorite SPEs. The kids get into the games, we have fun, and I have leverage over them if they misbehave—they can’t play or they go last.

Take today as an example, where I spent at least two of my six classes reprimanding the students: I had them stand on the line of tape on the floor and fold their arms for the majority of class. In one class, only two of the kids behaved: Julia and Kim, though even Julia messed around a bit. Kim is positively adorable, and I felt bad for not having an actual lesson because I was afraid she’d think I was mad at her, when she sat there quietly, listening, and trying to communicate with me and participate in the lesson. I gave her and Julia big stickers; Joe, Christie, and Tom got little stickers; Matt and Nick didn’t get any stickers because they were impossible. It shut them up, but that’s how you get through to them: if they’re not going to participate in the lesson, they don’t deserve the rewards involved with the lesson, so they don’t get them.


My first homeroom class was perfect: Jenny, Lucy, Amy, Jared, Monica, and Mike all participated in the lesson and were actually able to play the game (bowling) because I didn’t spend the whole time trying to get them to settle down. Where the other classes teased each other for not knocking down any pins, this class encouraged each other and cheered for each other. It was very refreshing and heartening. Lucy and Monica are always trying to communicate with me and tell me about their days; the others are quiet but respond to me and follow along with the lesson. The moment she walks into class, Monica tells me what she had for breakfast. This morning, she had a sandwich; when I told her I had a sandwich for breakfast, also, she was elated. I adore this class, and I will miss them when we teachers switch back to our original students next week.


In my last class, I have Eric—small, crazy, wild, sometimes hopelessly adorable Eric. Eric has signature faces and eye rolls and likes to sing his answers and not stay in his chair: he’s the type of kid that’s naughty but you can’t help but love. When I reprimand him for hiding under the table or shouting at the top of his lungs in Chinese, he rolls his eyes, makes a fishy face and won’t look at me, which can get frustrating. He riles up the class by goofing off and being silly, making it impossible to teach (again, it’s sometimes frustrating, but sometimes it’s all I can do not to laugh), but then he gives me hugs and doe eyes until I nearly melt. Little stinker….

Today, however, he was being particularly roudy so I showed him the token chart and that he had no tokens while everyone else had lots. He gasped, and sat down in his chair. I asked him a question directly (“What kind of ball is this?”) and when he answered, I made it a point to mark down a token for him; this excited him so much that he sat in his chair for the remainder of class and participated in the lesson. As he earned more and more tokens, he would clap his hands and shout for joy. At the end of class, I gave him a “good job” high five and he gave me a big hug. These are the moments I truly love China.


Speaking of naughty loveable boys, the other day I was walking around the school when I ran into Collin, Kyle, and Jack—three of “my” students. When they saw me, they shouted, “Teacher Jillian!” and ran toward to me. All three of them barreled into me, nearly knocking me over. As he wrapped his arms around me, Jack sighed contentedly, like I was just who he needed to see—like he missed me and was truly happy to see me again. Jack is the kid who speaks relatively good English but prefers to mess around during class than display his English speaking skills—but he always tells me I’m beautiful and that he loves me, and is simply adorable and I can’t help but love him. Kate is convinced he has a crush on me. Guess I did find myself a Chinese boy in China—and by golly, he’s a cutie.

I teared up—it hit me how much I really miss them, my little munchkins. I like the 3rd floor students, but I built this bond with my original students that overrules my relationship with them. The 3rd floor students just aren’t my students. Teaching may be frustrating or repetitive, and I say I can’t wait for the weekend or for holiday or simply the end of classes, but when classes are over, I recognize how much I miss my students, how far in love I’ve fallen with them. I know I’m going to be a disaster when the time comes to leave them for good—I don’t even want to think about that.

Another time, I was teaching English Corner when Kyle (stylish one) and Sarah (little monkey Sarah) saw me. They shouted, “Teacher!” and ran up to me. They hugged me tight and then showed me their piano music books; I asked them if they liked piano, to which they replied in the affirmative. They were so excited to see me…and it melted my heart. I just love my students.


On a different topic, the other day I ordered Chinese Muslim food for my entire group--completely in Chinese. Granted, I used very (very) basic phrases, but we got the correct order so I suppose the waitress understood me! It was very exciting. I'm learning more Chinese and picking out words that I hear around me. It's fun!

October 16-Liugong Island

Today, Maren, Kelli and I went to Liugong Island. It’s an island right off the coast of Weihai. We took the 30 bus downtown and walked to the port. The only place we could find to buy ferry tickets was a tourism business, and we got a ferry ride to and from the island, and entrance into all the sites. The ferry was a large speed boat, and we stood outside by the railings for a better view of the island and the Yellow Sea.

Among the other tourists was a group of Caucasians, some of them American, the others British. They teach in Weihai; we were thrilled to know we aren’t the only Caucasians living in Weihai.

The day was chilly so we brought jackets; plus, all of us have colds, which doesn’t make anything easier. Liugong has a lot of history to it: in the late 1800s, the Japanese invaded Weihai and the Sino-Japanese war began. The Chinese eventually lost the war in a humiliating defeat, simply because the Japanese were more advanced than they were. It taught the Chinese that they needed to quicken their progression into modern society in order to have a better chance at surviving.

In the 1900s, the English came in and took over Weihai, calling it Weihaiwei. This is the reason Weihai has a slight British influence and why many of the old buildings are colonial in style. Weihaiwei became an important seaport and tourism hot spot.

The island has many colonial-style buildings and seaports. We toured a Buddhist temple, which was small but was probably my favorite that I’ve seen, mostly because it was rural. It was surrounded by trees and the ocean, not skyscrapers and angry bus drivers like the temples in Shanghai or Beijing. The Liugong temple felt the most “sacred” in a way, like you really were stepping out of the world and into a place of serenity.

Although there were several other tour groups on the island, it was not a very busy day and once our tour guide let us wander alone (she only spoke Chinese so we weren’t understanding anything anyway) my girls and I felt like we were “alone” for the first time while being in China, like we weren’t bombarded with dozens of random people.

We saw a whale museum, with life-size replicas of whales and bottles filled with whale eyes and kidneys. We saw beautiful koi ponds and gazebos. We wandered through the Sino-Japanese war museum, which was incredible. There were life-size simulations of the battles and awe-inspiring artwork; this museum rivaled those in the big cities, right here in our little Weihai! There was also a British influence museum, with displays from the British occupation of Weihai, and, again, life-size simulations and models of life during this period of time.

There was a panda exhibit, where we saw two real pandas. They were adorable, big, fluffy, and rather boring as they sat there and chewed on bamboo. I was thrilled—real pandas in CHINA! The souvenir store had shelves and shelves of stuffed panda toys and paraphernalia. Pandas are so cute.

We saw Taiwanese deer. Pretty exciting, also.

There was this seemingly never-ending staircase that we climbed that led to a nature path, which we explored. This path led us up the mountain and offered the most amazing views of Weihai and the Yellow Sea. We found this abandoned outlook with an old canon and we took a photo shoot, because we’re girls and we do that. The sun was setting and, oh my goodness, the view was breathtaking; absolutely gorgeous. The sun broke through the clouds and flooded the valley with golden light, which the Yellow Sea reflected back into the sky and onto the city. We sat there for a good half hour or more, just enjoying ourselves. We were utterly alone: there were no horns, yelling people, noisy children, no obnoxious pop music, no street vendors—only the sound of the wind rustling through the trees and our breathing. I was probably at my most serene since I’d been in China; this was the first place we’d been that has been that quiet. It was incredible, and we basked in the light of the sun and glory of it all.

Behind this outlook, the path continued and we hiked through the woods. I’ve wanted to go hiking ever since we moved to Colorado, and this was just what I needed. It reminded me of Crystal Lakes in Colorado. We found an old headstone, which was somewhat creepy, lots of spider webs, a hive of bees, wildflowers, and peace. After a while, we were exhausted, hungry, and cold, and though we didn’t want to leave, it was getting dark and we knew leaving was a necessity. So we caught a ferry back to Weihai and bought my favorite Chinese food: fried chicken on a skewer, dipped in some delicious hot sauce that makes me want to cry it’s so tasty. This was the icing on the cake—today was an amazing day and I’m glad we decided to explore Liugong before it gets too cold.

October 16-My Students!

My students are what make my China experience complete. When I’m away from them, I miss them. They may be headaches sometimes, but they’re also perfectly adorable and hysterical. For example, one time Ariel came up to me, doing “the dance” and said, “Teacher, pee pee.” I understood that she needed a bathroom break and let her go, but when she returned all the other kids laughed at her, saying, “Teacher, Ariel pee pee!” “Pee pee, Ariel. Pee pee Ariel!” I didn’t understand what was so funny about this, and why Ariel got so upset (the kids do tend to tease her) until one kid wrote down “pee pee” in Chinese characters and I showed it to my Chinese coordinator. Apparently, “pee pee” means “butt” in Chinese. Now, that class loves to call everyone pee pee, like it’s the funniest thing ever. Six year olds…gotta love them!

Another time, in English Corner, we were talking about our favorite colors when one student showed up late. Just as he entered the room, a girl answered with “Pink” and I then asked him his favorite color. Uncertain as to what exactly was going on, he chose to copy the girl before him and said, “Pink!” All the other kids burst out laughing and someone explained to him what had happened. His eyes grew large and he gasped, “No, no teacher! Not pink! I like black.”

I thought this was pretty funny.

Coming home from Shanghai last week, all of us ILP teachers were walking through DaGuangHua when we passed our students. Immediately, they all started screaming, "Teacher! Teacher!" and they ran up to us, glee in their eyes, like they had missed us terribly. It was incredibly cute and made coming home all the more sweeter.

Today, on our way to dinner, Maren, Kelli and I passed a couple of young boys (about 4 years old) in our apartment building who were playing in the hallway. They squealed when they saw us and pulled out their "hand" guns and pretended to shoot us, giggling. I acted as if they shot me and they giggled harder; then Maren, Kelli and I turned into monsters and attempted to tickle them, which made them giggle even more. Oh my goodness, it was the cutest thing ever and left all of us smiling and exclaiming how that occurrence made our day. I've been sick for over a week now, and sometimes it's been frustrating, but then these little things happen that make everything worth it and I remember how incredibly, unbelievable lucky I am to be here in China and how blessed I am to have this experience.

I’ve decided to email you about the silly things my students say and the interesting occurrences in class, just so you get a better feel of my teaching life.



I’ve compiled a list of all my ILP students, those 5-8 years old, in order to help familiarize you with their names in case I ever mention them in future emails.



Here goes!



John:

John is easily one of my best students: he always listens to me, responds to my attention, tries hard to speak English, usually obeys the rules, and encourages the others to do the same. If all my students were like John, teaching would be a breeze.


Belle:

(Yes, I named her). Belle is a great student as she doesn't usually act up and is rarely roudy. She is sometimes too quiet, however, and doesn't speak English very much.



Nancy:

Nancy is the female version of John: attentive, an active participant of class, and a great help to teacher. She must have had English classes before ILP, because she speaks better English than most of the kids.



Phillip:

Oh, Phillip... Yes, I named him after the Prince in Sleeping Beauty. This Phillip has only recently actually tried to learn English; he used to spend most of class time trying to seduce the teachers and feeling us up. Yup, this is Pervert Phillip. Gotta love him. He does his signature "Phillip eyebrows" where he winks at you and then raises his eyebrows seductively. He's a regular topic in group meetings.



Mark:

Mark is a relatively good kid. He has a lot of energy and awful punctuation, but he tries hard to learn English.



Rose:

Rose is one of my students that I call my "sirens": She's so flipping cute but such a troublemaker. I have to often remind her to stay in her seat, but she loves getting prizes and stickers so if those are included in the lesson, she'll listen.



Cinda:

She is new to our class, and therefore I haven't had a lot of time to learn about her. She's a sweet girl and seems excited to learn.



Mike:

He has a twin brother in the 3rd floor classes, and every day I wonder if they have switched places because sometimes he's super attentive and is a good student; other days he is all over the place. Some days, he speaks a lot of English.



Stephen:

He leads the other kids in their marching around school, and I'm almost positive that one day he'll be a soldier in the Chinese army. He likes to goof off with the other kids, but I know he knows better and he likes to speak English.



Sarah:

She is our youngest (and smallest) student, at five years old. She is very quiet, and silently devious, but absolutely adorable and I can't help but love her to pieces. She won't speak English unless directly spoken to, simply because she's quiet, but she retains a lot.



Kim:

This is Kim, one of my best students. She loves to speak English and actively participates in the lesson. It took her a while to understand what was going on and she would repeat every single word I said, oblivious to the meaning of the words, but she has finally caught on and can carry on simple conversations with me. She rarely misbehaves. If I could keep just one student, she'd be it.



Kylie:

Although Kylie gets easily distracted by the other bad kids in class and acts up, she will calm down with a quiet reminder from me, and she speaks a lot of modeled English (meaning she can respond to me on context).



Paris:

This is Paris, a name that is very appropriate since she is a diva. However, she has an irresistible sweet side to her and she doesn't like to be left out so she participates in class; her crave for attention causes her to respond to me in order to receive praise. In the end, she's a pretty good student.



Dennis:

He likes to bully the other students until I stop him, and I'm encouraging him to be nicer to other kids. Just like the lessons and my teaching ability, it's a work in progress.



Kyle:

has impeccable fashion sense for a seven year old (one day I'll get a picture of his awesome pants), and all of us teachers love mussing up his shaggy hair. He is a troublemaker, but when I get him settled down he's an attentive student. He's the type of kid that drives you crazy but you can't help but adore him.



William:

William is a quiet, well-behaved kid. He won't usually speak (Chinese or English) unless directly spoken to; he seems content to simply watch and listen. My only worry with him is that he's not learning as fast as the others, so I have to remember to give him special attention and ask him lots of questions--when I give him the opportunity, he responds promptly.



Collin:

We're fairly certain Collin has ADHD, because he's our most problematic student. He rarely sits in his seat, often gets up and runs out of the room, and easily loses concentration. Discipline only goes so far, because after a few seconds he acts like I never reprimanded him for breaking the rules. Now and then, he'll stick around long enough to speak a few phrases, and he can get excited to participate in the lesson, but mostly he's all over the place--mentally and in the class room.



Aurora:

Aurora is a big sweetheart, and she is always giving me hugs and waving at me whenever she sees me. Although she's quiet-spoken, she tries hard to learn English and loves to participate in the lessons. She loves to help out by responding to me, helping me with objects, and being a great student.



Tamera:

Tamera is relatively new to my class: she started about two weeks ago. She and Aurora are close friends and are very similar in behavior and attitude. She is attentive in class so she is learning fast, considering her late start.



Flynn:

This is Flynn---as his name (by me) suggests, he's a troublemaker. Flynn is very mischievous, but also very entertaining. He knows how to mess around and be funny at the same time, so it's hard to get upset with him. Mostly, he's a good, attentive student when I focus on him, but when I turn my back he's tickling someone or poking them under the table or something.



Eva:

This is Eva, another diva. She has to get her way or she throws a fit, and she likes to tease the other students; otherwise, she's a good student and learns very fast, sometimes surprising me with her English vocabulary.



Matt:

Matt is one of the cutest kids I've ever met. In two months I haven't heard him speak above a whisper, but he responds to me and tries hard to learn. Just like you can see in this picture, he has a way about him that just melts your heart.



Naomi:

Naomi always forgets the O in her name, so she spells it Nami--which is kind of adorable. She is also adorable, and a very good student. Sometimes, she will lose focus and mess around, but she's easy to "bring back" when I call her out for it. Mostly, she gets distracted by the boys in her class, which is probably why she and I get along so well.



McKay:

McKay is a good student unless he doesn't get what he wants, then he'll throw a fit and ignore me the rest of class. (I usually win these tiffs...because I have stickers.) He likes to tease the girls, usually until they get upset.



Hanna:

Hanna is very quiet and is content to be in her own little world (usually with a potato bug that she found outside) during class, but will respond to me when I give speak directly to her. She's not learning as fast as some of the others, but she rarely misbehaves and is, well, really cute.



Billy:

Billy was originally named Rob, until about a week ago when he finally told us he already had an English name, which is Billy. I still get confused and call him Rob sometimes, when he promptly reminds me, "No, teacher, no Rob. Billy!" Billy has a ton of energy but he's a good student and tries hard to learn and keep the rules.



Andy:

We're pretty sure Andy, like Collin, has ADHD. He's a great student one moment, spouting off answers and participating in the lesson, and then the next moment he's running around the room or grabbing teacher's things and throwing them every which way. It's a task to get him to settle down, and he's also very physical with the other students: hitting, kicking, biting...these are habits we're trying to help him break. It's slowly working, and lately he's been better than usual and participating in class more.



Jack:

Jack, when he's not riling up the other students or bouncing off the walls, has an extensive English vocabulary, at least compared to the other students. He must have had English lessons before ILP. The day he wore this shirt, he asked, "Teacher, what's this in English?" and pointed to the words on his shirt. He's a wild child, but I feel he is only this way because the lessons are too easy for him and so he gets bored, but his skills are far greater than anyone else in his class so I try to ask him more in depth questions than simply, "What color is the sock?" Jack often tells me I'm beautiful and that he loves me, so it's hard to not adore him even when he's a headache.



Tom:

From my experience working with an autistic child, I’m fairly certain Tom has autism. He usually has a distant look in his eyes and only focuses on the lesson for very short, rare periods of time; sometimes he bites himself; he often makes unusual noises and doesn’t respond to me or social cues. He freaks out if I, or anyone, touch him. However, during those rare moments where he participates in the lesson, his knowledge of the English language surprises me (he has a broader vocabulary than most of the students), proof that he has an extraordinary mind and can retain that which he hears, even if he doesn’t often show it.



Sarah:

Sarah was born in the United States, and speaks good, clear English. Her knowledge is basic, but far exceeds that of any of the other students, perhaps excluding Jack. As with Jack, I have to try to come up with more challenging questions and tasks for her than I do for the other kids, otherwise she gets bored and says nothing. It’s like, “Yes, that pencil is orange. Duh. I learned that when I was four.” She’s a super sweet girl and an angel student.



Candice:

Candice zones out very easily, and unless I direct my attention to her, she’d probably just fiddle with her clothes or sleep throughout class, or tease Tom, her classmate. She’s quiet, and doesn’t really try to learn, so her skills are lacking.



Carly:

Carly gets excited to learn, though I’ve never heard her speak louder than a whisper unless she’s speaking Chinese. She’s a sweet girl and can imitate anything I say to her.



Michael:

Michael is one of the oldest, or the oldest, of my students. He likes to herd the other kids and show off his rapidly improving English skills; he is very competitive; he likes to mess around and rile up his classmates, but he will settle down when I call him out on it. He likes to learn and sings the loudest during Opening. He often tries to communicate with me and he’s learning a lot of English.


For the next two weeks, the classes will be switched up. This means I'll be teaching all the 3rd floor kids instead of the 4th floor kids, and the 3rd floor teachers will teach my kids. It should be interesting trying to memorize the names of thirty more kids but I'm excited to meet them. The more the merrier!


Sincerely,


Rui Ting/Jillian

October 9-Back in Weihai

I'm back in Weihai, safe and sound. Everything went well with flights and such. I do have a cold but hopefully the clear Shandong air will help, since Shanghai was impossibly polluted. I resume classes tomorrow, and while I miss my students, I hope my illness won't interfere with my ability to teach. Right now, since it's Sunday, I plan on sleeping until classes tomorrow.

Although I absolutely loved Shanghai, it's good to be "home"!

P.S. Mom and Dad, I was able to hang out with Alyssa Escalante twice while in Shanghai. I'll tell you more about it when we Skype, which we should do soon.

Xia jian!

Jillian

October 8-Shang Hai

Dear friends and family,

I am still in Shanghai; I return to Weihai tomorrow. So much has happened here, but to sum up, this has been easily one of the best weeks of my life. I saw the Jing'an temple, the Jade Buddha temple, a fake market (with knock offs of brand names, like Gucci and Prada), the bund, the Pearl TV tower, a water/canal town, rode the metro (several times), French Concession, gorgeous Chinese parks, and lots of downtown Shanghai. We have also made several foreign friends in our hostel: Englishmen (Matt, Lawrence, Dan), Dutchmen (Arjen, Martin, and Case), a Chinese guy (Jun), a German (Miel), and a Kiwi (Luke). They are all so funny and kind and we've had a ton of fun getting to know them and listening to their travel stories and accents. I love the international feel here at the hostel. I've decided I want to one day run a hostel, with a couple of ILP friends and Arjen and Matt. I'm thrilled.

Well, I have to go now, but I thought I'd catch you up while I had a few minutes on the computer.

Xia jian!

Jillian

September 27-Pink Hair!

On the 27, Maren and I decided to let our wild sides fly free. We went to a Chinese hair salon for new ‘dos. The hairstylists were thrilled to see us: most of them were male, though only one displayed the obvious signs of a flamer: a fitted satin cowl neck shirt squeezed his torso.

Maren and I quickly leafed through hairstyle magazines until we found a picture of a lady with pink hair. We pointed at it and then grabbed specific locks of our hair, signifying streaks. They seemed surprised that we wanted pink but went along with it. They sat us down and began to muss our hair. I had four men and a lady examining my hair, touching it like it was an alien, mesmerizing substance, chatted constantly in Mandarin; Maren and I couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of it all. Finally, two men started dying the specific sections of my hair, without pinning up the rest of my hair: signs of the quality of the salon, but hey, it’s China: that’s to be expected. Some of the dye dripped onto another part of my hair and my hairstylist freaked out in Mandarin but the hair was close enough to the pink streak so it was easy to fix. Usually, I’m very particular about my hair but that night I was just living in the moment and soaking it all in.

The hairstylists spoke little English and we spoke even less Mandarin and we could therefore only communicate with body language. They had giggle fits, as did we, probably all for the same reason: the situation was so humorously ridiculous, and it was great. After our hair was dyed, they couldn’t believe how pink our streaks were. “It’s very pink!” they said, and we nodded, triumphant. It was just as we wanted—fuchsia pink streaks. One lady was comparing her hair color to Maren’s, and looked very jealous. No doubt they are unaccustomed to hair dye turning out so bright, since their hair is black.

My man washed my hair and massaged my scalp (glorious!) and then sat me down for a haircut—for which I had asked, but he had seemed so negative about it that I didn’t think it would happen. I showed him a picture in a magazine and a new guy (a real schweye kuh) cut my hair.

He cut my hair, blow dried it, and styled it—for everything, it was only 55 yuan, or about $8—a steal of a deal.

There was a screen on wall and they pulled up Google translator to communicate. They told me that “the shop guy like you. Say you look good.” Then, aloud, my hairdresser said, “He wants to kiss you.” I was shocked, so I didn’t really react. I think he took this as me not understanding him, so he tried to correct himself: “He wants to kiiiillll you. Yes, he wants to kill you.”

“He wants to kill me?” I said, laughing.

“Yes!” he said animatedly. “He wants to kill you. You should punch him in the face.” He swung his fist for emphasis.

I said, still laughing, “Oh, okay. I’ll punch him in the face ‘cause he wants to kill me.”

Funniest experience ever—gotta love the Chinese.

I have always wanted pink streaks, and I’m stoked to finally have them. I have them under a layer of natural hair so that my hair can grow out and the roots won’t be visible. The dye job isn’t the greatest, but it’ll do. I have pink hair! And I’m in China! Life is good.

September 17-Shoe Heaven

Today was a great day. I slept in until 10:30AM, the first time I've slept in past 7 since the States, and then went to lunch, but apparently the power had gone out so the ovens were down and there wouldn't be food for almost an hour. So we went back to the dorms--I was starving, so I ate an apple and a tofu stick. It reminded me of wet cat food, but tasted fine. Then Maren, Kelli, Kaylee and I hopped on the bus for Big World, a shopping center downtown. They have a "shoe heaven" or a level dedicated to shoes. There are also bags and clothes and everything else. I bought a pair of AMAZING polka dot stilettos with bows on the heels. I haven't worn stilettos since...maybe June. I usually wear them every Sunday or any chance I get--I love heels. So I was euphoric. We bought incredible street food, which was a large piece of fried chicken on a skewer rolled in some kind of sauce. Holy crap, it was tasty. I had three before we headed home. Then we went to the Happy Gate, which is world famous.
In two weeks is our long vacation, and Kaylee, Kelli, Maren and I are going together. We'll take the same train as the rest of ILP to Guilin and Yongshuo, but the four of us will stay as a group when everyone else splits up to do their own thing. The four of us (Kaylee, Kelli, Maren, and I) are insane, so we expect to have a grand ol' time. I adore Abby and we get along well, but she and Kristin have been hitting it off and she's going with Kristin and Cami and Marie to Guilin.
Anyway, yeah. I'm a British American in China, apparently. I really am loving China; sometimes I get homesick, but God has this sense of humor that gets me every time. It's crazy, but countless times, when I start to doubt the worth of something incredible (like my time in China) God steps in and does something to brighten my day and prove to me that things really are in His capable hands. That happened today, when my day went smoothly and I had incredible food and so many things went right and I absolutely enjoyed my day in Weihai, proving to me that I'm supposed to be in China and I can love life no matter where I am in this world.