Things That Make Me Angry About My Job

1. There has been a huge debate for the past couple of weeks as to whether or not we would be receiving proper health insurance. Over the past couple of years the health insurance has covered virtually nothing that the teachers needed. By nothing I mean one of the teachers was hit by a taxi and needed emergency medical care that was not covered, and another teacher now continues to have severe problems walking due to severe leg thrombosis (or whatever) that they wouldn't operate on because it wasn't covered. Not acceptable. We received confirmation at a meeting today of what we will be getting. We will be receiving coverage in specified Beijing PUBLIC hospitals ONLY when we are at school. Let me repeat: PUBLIC hospitals, ONLY at school. How does this make any logical sense? Basically if I'm sick I need to be at school, and then leave school. What if I get sick on the weekend? None of my prescriptions are covered, and if I need medical attention like I did in Peru I'm going to have to quit my job and move back home because the insurance is so bad. But the thing that irks me the most is that both in the interview and on my contract it was said that I was to receive 100% medical coverage for everything. Now the same man is reversing his decision.

2. Disorganization. It is to the extreme here. With the massive amount of Chinese population, they need to find jobs for everyone. This means that a job that would normally take only one to complete is filled by five people, so five people are basically doing the same thing all day. This leads, not to increased productivity, but barely veiled chaos and a lack of responsibility for any sole individual. If something goes wrong, nobody claims it was them! Ever! If one of them does, they are fired instantly, since there are so many people floating around that could do the same job.

The point of this? Nothing is ever done completely or fully and there is nobody to turn to when you realize that is the case. Take our visa change, for example. I recently booked my flights to Shanghai (WOO HOO!) with the understanding that I need my passport to fly (as opposed to the train, where you need nothing but your ticket). When we had dropped our passports off at the visa office to be granted our resident visas, we received slips giving us the date that they needed to be picked up: today. Mr. Liu, the man from the school who was in control of this process, told us he would pick them up for us. Okay. We then had to go to the police and register ourselves, as our business visa was expiring soon and we didn't want them to come looking for us. The police gave us a slip saying we needed to reregister once we received our new visas within 24 hours by September 27th: yesterday. Okay.

Monday the 27th. Knowing of the lack of organzation within the structure of the school, I called Jessie, the foreigners' assistant, to make sure Mr. Liu was doing hs job. She told me to call him. I called him and he said, "oh yeah, don't worry, I'm getting them on Thursday," to which I promptly replied, "uhh NO you're NOT, you are getting them on Tuesday." He told me to bring him all of the foreigners return slips, which Jessie had, so I had to call her to bring them to him. She then forgot. I reminded her again an hour later. This morning I called Mr. Liu every hour on the hour to make sure he was going to the immigration office downtown to pick up our passports, which he finally did. He returned them to us at ONE THIRTY PM, when we need to register with the police station before FIVE PM. I had to frantically run around the school trying to find someone to help me or cover my classes as I had to work until 4:20 pm, but of course nobody was available as the entire world literally shuts down for lunch from 11:30-2. I was FURIOUS. Finally we had to solve it ourselves: Emilie and Shannon were able to bring mine to the police station with special permission from their offices. I swear on my LIFE, if I had not called all morning, and ran around like this, I never would have received my passport and would have been thrown in jail for not registering (seriously, thats what they do) and not have been able to fly to Shanghai. AHHH!

Adventures on Vacation: Tea House, Getting Lost, Helpful Strangers

Wednesday, September 22nd: Yvonne, Emilie and I had decided earlier in the week that if we all chose to stay home for the holiday we would spend a day biking and visiting a traditional tea house. I chose a tea house out of the guidebook I had borrowed from Yvonne and we met up Wednesday morning. It was an absolutely gorgeous day outside - the sun was shining but it wasn't too hot, perfect for our adventure!

The bike ride into Beijing was fairly easy. It took us two hours, including a pit stop, to get to the tea house, which was close to Tian'amen Square (the center of Beijing). The entire city is bike-able. There are huge bike lanes on every major road, sometimes even larger than the space for the cars to drive on , and there are always people biking here and there on petal bikes or mopeds. The ride felt fantastic and it was definitely the best way to see the city. We were able to point out places that we recognized and took pictures of the places we didn't so that we could remember them later. Both the residential and non-residential areas of Beijing are equally green - there are trees lining every street and usually manmade streams or parks every couple of blocks. Absolutely stunning.

We arrived at the tea house at noon, just in time for lunch. On the outside it didn't look like anything other than an older looking Chinese building, pretty typical. This meant that as soon as we walked in the door we were blown away by the decor! It was a three-story old Chinese restaurant-style building decorated like something out of the old kung-fu movies or something you would imagine in a dream. Every floor that you sat on overlooked the main room which had a stage in the center. It was stunning. We took a seat by the window, away from the numerous groups of white people who had come off of tour buses and were sitting scarfing down the staple Chinese dishes. We were greeted by a traditionally dressed male server who spoke English and we ordered WAY too much food - chicken covered in almonds with a green tea dipping sauce, cabbage rolls stuffed with wasabi, vegetable sushi-looking rolls, moon cakes, fried rice and two types of dumplings, both made with tea in the dough part. Absolutely fantastic meal. We also ordered two types of tea: a traditional green and one we didn't recognize. The waiter served them to us with all pomp and style; the tea was put into two different types of glasses with hot water, and we were to continually fill them up with more water after we served ourselves every time. One of the teas began as a little ball but eventually opened up into a beautiful pink flower in the glass! Both were delicious. In the middle of our meal the staff put on a shadow puppet show on stage, with a fox and birds and words I didn't understand but was still delighted to hear. Amazing.

The best part of the tea house was actually at the end. After all of the other tour bus Westerners left, the place quickly filled up with old, hunched over, wrinkly grandpas and grandmas and they were all served tea in these traditional pots. A band with VERY traditional Chinese instruments came out, and people began to take turns singing Chinese opera on stage. You could tell that the first show was defintely for the Westerners; I felt absolutely priveledged to be sharing something that was the real China: a Wednesday afternoon tea break with friends over some good music. The people were smiling at us and laughing with us and saying hello, clearly happy that we were so appreciative of their culture and what they enjoyed. I felt connected to the people in the room without ever having to say a word. Needless to say, we left the tea house absolutely giddy at our experiences; it is definitely in my top ten list of the best things I have ever done.

We decided to run some errands before heading home. I went to the train station to try and get train tickets to and from Shanghai for when a friend of mine, Michael, visits from England next week. There is supposed to be a window for foreigners, which of course wasn't open, so I waited in line only to be rudely refused by the woman because I couldn't speak Chinese. It was the first time I have ever felt helpless in China. I went outside, genuinely upset, and told Emilie and Yvonne, who then proceeded to ask a group of four young Chinese girls if they spoke English. They did and when we asked them if they would write down what I needed in Chinese for me, they offered to come and wait in line with me to buy my tickets! We waited in line together for an HOUR only to find out that I can't buy the tickets more than 10 days ahead of time, and they weren't upset at all by it. The only words I received from them were "don't worry", "good luck", "my pleasure to help you", and, of course, "you have beautiful eyes"(That is now the staple thing that I hear from Chinese people if they can speak any English at all). It was so kind!

Next we headed to a bookstore where we bought some Chinese phrasebooks, and tried to get Emilie's camera fixed. The guy was a total ripoff, and we ended up waiting around for an hour and a half just to receive the camera back still broken and to not pay anything. By then it was dark: our worst fear. How were we to ride our bikes back for two hours in the dark? Badly, as after an hour and a half of petaling we were so lost that we were on our way to Shanghai. Living in the suburbs, NONE of our maps show the location of anything that we recognize, so we popped out our new phrasebooks and stopped a woman and her teenage son in the street. The young boy spoke a little bit of English, and we were able to communicate that we are very lost and need to find the nearest subway station to find our bearings. It turned out that we had petalled over an hour in the wrong direction! By this time it was 8 o'clock, meaning we would have had to petal for another three hours to make it home. Things were not looking good but we were told to wait here by the young boy. We sat down and tried to think of what to do. We couldn't figure out what the boy was doing, running up and down the street and stopping at certain places. He arrived back to his mother and began to "talk" to her (sounded like bickering to me) for awhile and then running again. After maybe fifteen minutes he came back and told us no buses would take us to the subway; he had been stopping all the buses to ask where they go! His mother and him got at it again, and then the mother got on the cell phone and started calling a number of people. By this point we had a crowd of about 5 people around us wondering what was going on with these three white women and their bicycles out in the middle of the street. We were obviously somewhere where white people are very scarce by the looks we were receiving. Suprisingly, we weren't weirded out by it and it was actually incredibly funny: they all were trying to communicate to us in Chinese Charades, taking pictures with us, giggling with us at our lack of communication with each other, asking for kisses. Eventually we realized what had happened after another thirty minutes of waiting and another 7 people joining our group: the mother had called a distant relative to come in a van, pick us and our bikes up, and drive us home! We couldn't beleve it! They stayed with us for an hour and made sure we returned home safely. I don't think I have ever experienced kindless like that anywhere else in the world. We took pictures with them, exchanged emails, and promised to email them the pictures with us. You could tell that for everyone there, it was an enjoyable suprise to find us in their part of town and would defnitely be a funny conversation over the dinner table. We arrived back home after half an hour of gigglng in a van, Yvonne on Emilie's lap in the front and me basically lying down on the bikes in the back, completely safe and in great spirits! What an adventure!

I don't even want to write about Thursday and Friday, because compared to Wednesday nothing remotely that fantastic has happened. I've napped a lot, cleaned my apartment, had some great street food, went out for a drunk night with friends, ordered take-out food at 2am to be delivered to ANOTHER restaurant while we at dine-in food there, hit the gym, and done a LOT of marking for school. It's been a delightful three days but I am dreading working the next six. They are going to be long as I am going to have my mind on Shanghai all week. SIX DAYS UNTIL I'M THERE!

Cancelled Plans to Manchuria

So Jeff ended up taking a week off instead of just the three days that everyone takes off, and him and Patrick left early for their trip, meaning I couldn't go unless I meet them. And honestly, I'm too lazy! How bad is that, I don't even have a good reason not to go. There are two options I might take, depending on my mood tomorrow (not even kidding, I would book tomorrow and leave tomorrow):

1. Shannon and Damon used to teach in a place called Dalian in a community of 120 Canadian teachers. They taught there and had a fantastic time. They might be going tomorrow (basically deciding mid-morning and leaving on a train that evening) so if they go I will probably tag along for a three-day party with their friends.

2. An old friend of mine is currently managing a shot bar in Singapore. This one might be a bit difficult as the flights are a little bit expensive AND my passport hasn't returned to me yet since handing it in to update my visa from Business to Resident. It's supposed to return tomorrow morning.

Honestly I have a feeling my laziness will win. Which actually won't be so bad if it does, since I will just tour around Beijing and see the sights. If I end up staying, my goal for the three days is to spend an afternoon at a traditional Chinese tea house, see some temples, and possibly go bungee jumping. Pretty eccletic, huh?

The Lufthansa International Hospital and Center

As many of you know, I've had my fair share of health problems over the past two years. Within a year, I was diagnosed with a form of hypothyroid called Hashimoto's disease, pernicious anemia and Celiac disease (google them). I do not need constant medical attention; however, I do need to keep myself monitored on a regular basis, watch my diet and take prescription pills every day. In China, 40% of the over-the-counter and prescription drugs that you buy are counterfit and don't work. All of these things mean that I better have a good doctor with facilities I trust where ever I go, and I made it my quest to find one this Saturday morning.

I have borrowed the most AMAZING guide book for Beijing from Yvonne, another teacher, and used it to make my way around Beijing. I decided to head to a hospital about an hour away from my apartment on the subway, as it had "international" in the name and rumors were floating around that it had a pharmacy stocked with American-brand medications. The hospital was absolutely mind-blowing. The below picture is of the hallway: it is a stone bridge over a river that flows around the entire building. I didn't take pictures of the outside, as it was raining quite a bit, but the river leads into a beautiful koi pond with fishes and turtles. I couldn't take pictures in the medical part of it, but it was, BY FAR, the best hospital I have ever stepped foot in. Estethically, at least.

I purchased some medication for my stomach and a refill on another medication, which they suprisingly had in stock. It was fairly expensive by Chinese standards (500yen, or just under $100CDN) but I am not taking any chances that my prescription medications are fakes. All of the staff spoke excellent English and had spoken to a doctor, picked up my pills, paid and left al within twenty-five minutes.

The hospital was also a part of a shopping mall and hotel complex, so I skirted over there to see what it was all about. It was an upscale mall connected to an upscale hotel. Absolutely mind-blowingly fantastic. I couldn't resist to have an overpriced lunch at the Dragon Palace, the upscale restaurant that was a part of the hotel. Today is my one day a month where I get to splurge and eat gluten (I'm allergic to gluten a.k.a. Celiac) and this had my favourite things on an all-you-can-eat lunch buffet: Chinese dim sum and congee. Dim sum are little steamed dumplings, while congee is a rice soup. Oh, don't forget the green tea!

Usually I go all out at these things and stuff myself, but everything about the meal was so perfect that I couldn't bear to spoil it by making myself sick. The dumplings were scrumptious, the congee perfect, and the scenery and atmosphere of the restaurant made it one of my best dining experiences yet. And I was eating alone!

Can you all please note that I was eating my soup with a GOLDEN SPOON?! The meal cost a total of 100yuan, or $17CDN, and was completely worth it. Not for every day, though, its too special. And I'm not going to lie, I've been loving my 5yuan street food every night for dinner!

Embarrassment

When I lived in Peru I was lucky enough to have Pedro and his wonderful family as my support blanket. Whenever I had any sort of problem, and I had many, they were there to take care of me and never judged me. As most of you know, I got really sick in Peru for at least three months and was in and out of hospital constantly getting IVs and drugs and anything you could think of. Pedro and his mother did all the talking and solved everything for me. Even when it came down to things like buying "womanly things" (I'll quote my mom on that one) or battling an extreme fever with bouts of vomiting from the horrific parastie that never left, I always had someone there to handle the hard parts for me. Even going out to the bars and meeting new people, Megan, my best friend from LA living in Peru, was always by my side and had perfect Spanish. By the end of my year there, I had learned to speak Spanish to a degree that I could get my own things done and therefore became somewhat self-sufficient again.

Here, in China, I am definitely without that security blanket. While I do have many friends here, they are all in the exact same boat as I am: not a single one of us knows Chinese. It is also a language that is not nearly as similar to English as Spanish was, and therefore virtually impossible to pick up without lessons. I've learned from Peru and especially from my first few weeks here that to be an expat in a foreign country where the primary language is not your own, you need to be prepared to be embarrassed. You then need to learn to NEVER be embarrased. While Emilie is still in the embarrassed stage (it is her first time living abroad), I think I have moved onto stage two. Some things that I have had to do in the last week that I no longer felt embarrassed over include, but are not limited to:

1. Opening a bank account: It took me less than twenty minutes to complete this, but it felt like over two hours. I had three staff members circling around me trying to debate different ways of explaining the form I needed to fill out. Both the Chinese and I are kings of Charades, and I was literally bouncing from foot to foot pointing from one end of the room to the other for at least 20 seconds trying to ask, "My school address or my home address?" in a completely full bank. People were heavily enjoying themselves, including the staff members, some young punk kids and a group of old, wrinkly grandmas. When I left the bank, they all clapped and I bowed to them, thanking them in English for enjoying my show. Not embarrassed.

2. Buying non-prescription drugs: My stomach has been killing me, but it is definitely only indegestion and NOT a parasite (I am an expert at distinguishing between the different types of stomach pains now). I also had this itchy rash part on my arm which I wasn't really that worried about. There was a pharmacy on the way back from my gym, so I thought I would give it a try. In China, everything is in Chinese with no English anywhere and therefore, everything is a guessing game. I went up to the pharmacist and held my lower stomach. She started playing charades with me too, rubbing it to act out circular pain, making an "ouch" face, etc. I stood there and just held my stomach and groaned. I then thought about my arm, and went oh! and started scratching my arm. She immediately had an idea and handed me a packet. We giggled a bit at each other's acting games before leaving. When I got home, I definitely did NOT have the right meds; I realized she had mistaked me holdng my lower abdomen and scratching to mean I had a yeast infection! As funny as it was, and as embarrassed as I should have been, I still went back and danced for another twenty minutes to get her to change it for this cream and some pepto bismol looking pills. Not embarrassed.

3. Yelling at people for rude behavior: In China, as is in many other parts of the world, the ideas they hold of hygiene are completely different than those held in the West. People spit everywhere, big loogies too! They fart and don't care. I will get into the atrocities of public manners later but I will tell you now that I HATE HATE HATE it when people pick their nose. I think it is the grossest thing a single human could do. Eating it returns you to the bottom of the food chain. Here, however, picking your nose is a social delight. In the beginning I was grossed out but indifferent; I mean, what could I do to change this habit? I now have taken it upon myself to rid the Chinese culture of nose picking forever! This began with a 17 year-old student in my class, who, after three days of picking his nose, I walked over to his desk and politely told him that if he ever does that again in my class, or ever again in his life, he will never be respected by me or another white person when he goes overseas to study. He stopped immediately. Ever since I have begun yelling at people to stop when I see them doing it on the street. In Chinese, "bu how" means "no good", and you will often find me shouting out to people, "oh BU HOW LADY BU FRIGGIN HOW!" Not embarrassed.

4. Speaking back in English: I have begun taking a sick joy in talking back to anyone who speaks to me in Chinese using English. There is a perverse joy that comes with knowing you can say whatever you want to the person you are associating with and they can do the same in return and nobody will be the wiser. I bet I've had full conversations with people selling me things where we are both swearing at each other constantly out of frustration while holding a polite smile on our face. Not embarrassed.

I really hope this not being embarrassed thing doesn't translate back to Canada, as I can't really get away with the same things that I am able to get away with here.

Current Travel Plans

Sept 21-24: What used to be Manchuria, China. . Travelling around with Patrick and Jeff.

Sept 29th: Party where the Great Wall of China meets the beach. Will literally be at a party, on the Great Wall.

Oct 1-5: Shanghai, China. Big Migey is here from England. We are staying at a gorgeous hotel in the middle of the city. Oct 6-10 will be spend in Beijing watching the Beijing Open (tennis, peeps!) and seeing the sights.

First week of January: Currently making plans for Ainsley to come and visit.

Jan 21-28, 2010: Phuket, Bangkok, THE BEACH, Thailand. Goal is to see the beach from the movie with Leo D'Caprio about it. Not set in stone.

Jan 29-Feb 19: I'm coming HOME! Can't wait!

Wednesday Night Rukus + Friday Flowers

Teacher's day at my school got me a lot of flowers and cards from my adorable students. Every time I walked into a classroom on Friday, the entire class would jump up and shout, "Happy Teacher's Day!" and one student would run over with a card or a bouquet. It was absolutely adorable and made me blush; I didn't know how to react! So I reacted by giving them no homework for the weekend :)

Earlier in this blog I posted about meeting an extremely eccletic group of Canadians (and others) at a club I went to on Saturday. We had all exchanged numbers. On Wednesday, Patrick texted me asking if I wanted to join him and Jeff (both guys from Canada) for dinner at a Korean BBQ restaurant in the middle of Beijing. Thinking this an innocent and lighthearted invitation for dinner, I decided to go, even though I knew I would have to take a taxi home that night on my own as I had six hours of class the next day. I got off at the specified station around seven, where I met up with Patrick and Jeff and their friend Nancy. While Patrick just moved here, Jeff and Nancy are also teachers in Beijing, which was kind of interesting. Both of them work in different kindergartens with schedules that start late in the afternoon and end late in the evening. Hearing this made me happy the latest teaching period I have ends at 5:10pm.

Something I haven't mentioned yet is that being a white person in Beijing, you are automatically given special priveledges by the Chinese people. Numerous times I have been offered seats in the subway, or seated in a prime window seat at a restaurant, or been given things. It was weird in the beginnng but you get used to it very quickly. At the Korean restaurant we were seated in our own private room, and as none of us knew Chinese other than Jeff, he ordered. We received a truckload of food that was put on this inverted disk of a grill, completely different than the Korean place I had gone to with Shannon and Damon the week before. We were also presented with six bottles of soju and three beers.

Soju is a Chinese liquer that I had never tried before but now love. It is odorless and tasteless when mixed with beer or soda, and ranges in alcohol percentage from 20% to 80%. The six bottles were 20% but as the night progressed, the percentage increased. Having dinner with these guys for the first time, I didn't want to disappoint and of course NEVER refuse free alcohol (sorry mom!) so I drank with them. I don't think I have laughed that hard in a very long time. We spent five hours in the restaurant getting progressively more liquered up and talking about all the adventures the four of us have been in travelling. Patrick and Jeff are best friends from Toronto, so we were able to talk about things from home that I loved. They are all around my age as well. By the end of the night I was completely drunk and holding my stomach in pain from laughing so hard. I made it home by about 12:30am, but the next day I was definitely hurting. It was worth it though!

Tonight I'm heading back out with them tonight. They are taking me on a bar crawl through Beijing. I'm scared!

Weekend Fun, Monday Not-So-Fun Police Raid

This past weekend was a riot. On Saturday night I went out for dinner with Bob, a Canadian transferred here twelve years ago to open an law office location for my mother's law firm. She and my stepfather connected us together through email, where I had expected to receive a nice email letting me know I had someone around if I needed help, not a dinner invitation. I was picked up by Bob, his Chinese wife Tiffany, and their two children, Leah(9) and Markus(8). They were an absolute joy to be around. First we went to a traditional Chinese restaurant in a very trendy part of town, and had a million different dishes. We were all coughing at a few overly-spicy dishes. They then took me out to Coldstone Creamery for the best ice cream. EVER. They mix in whatever you want in it to make your own flavors. I finished the night going shoe shopping with Tiffany and Leah and then met up with Bob and Markus afterwards. They even drove me all the way home! I would love to see them again. They have invited me to their horseback riding club so I am excited to experience this part of upper Beijing society!

After they dropped me off, I changed very quickly, grabbed my vodka and headed over to Emilie's apartment, which is less than ten minutes walk from mine. By this time it was about 11pm, and Tom, Emilie and I drank as much as we could before rushing out the door at 12:30am. Beijing has an amazing nightlife scene that is really well advertised with the expat community so it is very easy to find somewhere to go. We began the night at a club called G7, which wasn't that interesting and we ended up leaving rather quickly. By 1:30am we were at Club Suzie Wong, which was absolutely fantastic. They played some great music, the drinks were flowing, and it was full of English speakers!! I was thrilled. I ended up meeting this Canadian guy there simply because we walked up to each other and said, "Okay, I can TELL you're Canadian." He introduced us to his friend group, an eccletic mix of Chinese dancers and a flamboyantly gay couple. It was so much fun just all of us dancing and talking together. We ended up exchanging numbers with all of them and heading home for 5am. The next day I was supposed to meet up with a group called the Hash (I refuse to tell you about them until I actually meet them!) but Emilie and I were so hungover that we didn't end up getting even CLOSE to moving out of bed. Good night!

Emilie and I signed up for a gym on Saturday morning, and have decided to motivate each other to get our butt's there as often as possible. I've been incredibly good since I arrived: no gluten, minimal rice, eating less, running outside every day in the mornings. As some of you know, I have Celiac disease (allergy to wheat, barley and a few other things) and I feel FANTASTIC having finally cut out the gluten from my diet. I'm much less lethargic, have way more energy after eating, and never feel like I'm carrying around 10 pounds of water on my stomach anymore. Eating gluten-free has been much easier than I expected it to be here: bread is available but the food is just so good that I never want to eat it. The school provides breakfast and lunch for me in the cafeteria, so by dinner I'm barely eating as I'm still full from these meals. Anyways, so I joined a gym haha. It's not the most exciting gym (used to be a Goodlife, then Extreme fitness in Toronto, and this barely compares to it) but it's got a great set of treadmills facing huge windows and a decent range of equipment. The only problem is it is on the top floor of a mall, meaning I can't find the back entrance to get into it when the mall is closed and I have no idea where to even start asking for that in Chinese! We'll see how that pans out over time.

Monday night I got absolutely sloshed at Emilie's house with all of the new teachers over dinner: Emilie, me, Shannon, Damon, Tom and Yvonne. Tom cooked. It was a really great time but I'm exhausted today. ESPECIALLY after my emotional rollercoaster that was this morning! I was blowdrying my hair in my kimono after my nice freezing cold shower (always the best after a run) when I received a continuous stream of loud poundings on the door. I rushed to open it, and it was the POLICE, who barged into my apartment and immediately spread out to inspect my dishes, clothes, closets, everything without saying a word. Behind the three uniformed officers were two women, not in uniform, who told me in choppy English that they were the police and needed to see my passport. I rushed over, grabbed it, and basically threw it at them I was so scared. They inspected my picture and my chinese visa against a list that they had, and kept asking me if anyone else lived in the apartment with me. When I said no, they pointed to a name, asking if this guy lived with me. I couldn't even read the stupid Chinese name, but of course I said no. After they said okay, the uniformed officers stopped examining my things, and everyone just walked out, shutting the door behind them. I had NO IDEA what had just happened, so I called Shannon (she had been in China for three years). Apparently, once you enter China on a class Z business visa and register your living quarters with the police, they come by and make sure that you are the only one living there and that you haven't lied to them. NOBODY TOLD ME THAT. I was literally shaking thinking that they had come to get me because of my VPN that allows me to go on blocked websites by the Chinese government. I was talking to Marc at the time on Skype messenger with my facebook open! I seriously thought I was screwed but they didn't really care about that I guess!

The Beginning of School and The Start to My Weekend

So far I have had three full days of school at the Luhe International School of Beijing and let me tell you, it's been fairly chaotic. I teach four different classes: two pre-IELTS, one intermediate IELTS and one advanced IELTS. IELTS is a type of entrance exam (like TOEFL or SAT) used to assess foreign students entering into university, mostly in the UK and Europe, and my job is to prepare these students to be able to ace it. It is fairly challenging, but excessively challenging for individuals where their first language is not English. Students have the option of entering the program I teach to prepare them for the test they would most certainly fail straight out of the Chinese education system.

Most of my students did not receive their books until Friday, so I was bringing in all of my own material to assess them. I expected that; my experience in Peru has taught me that foreign schools are generally disorganized under the surface and you just got to go with the flow. They are expecting me to run through one unit every nine lessons, which is a HUGE task for children at this level of English ability. It's basically two chapters every three weeks. I have NO idea how I am going to do it.

The kids like me. I am a young, white (in a non-white area), happy teacher who likes playing games. And I'm pretty sure the blue eyes and big boobs help. Already I have had a group of girl tell me I have beautiful eyes while giggling nervously, and my last class all the children spent their break asking me about my tattoos and taking pictures of me on their cell phones and cameras. They are INCREDIBLY quiet and well behaved; it scares me! The Chinese education system is all about self-discipline and control, and I, as a teacher and a person, definitely am NOT. I love playing tons of games to get the kids excited about what they are learning (always a challenge with English) and you can tell these kids have NEVER had that before. On the first day I had to give them a diagnostic test, and I was MORTIFIED that they were meeting me like that. The kids, however, were used to it and didn't care. It's so backward to what I'm used to.

Things here are generally backward. My house is officially WORKING in all capacities but it took a million years and a day to get it to happen, plus a few... sorry, four a day very angry and frustrated phone calls to my assistant. "Can you call the landlord? Okay can you call her now? Okay how about now?" Emilie and Tom had an absolute mission trying to get their things back from customs yesterday: Emilie shipped some things from her home in the UK and they didn't want to release them without her paying duty on them even though they were obviously her used goods and she shouldn't have to. They were there from 8am until 8pm sorting this business out. Shannon and Damon are still living at the school without an apartment because you have to pay six months rent UPFRONT for a place and the school/landlord for the place they want have been jumping around the issue of the loan. Luckily, my issues have been relatively minor in terms of settling in - the internet issue drove me INSANE until it was somehow fixed this morning. All that's left is finding a new showerhead, but that can wait as this one works but is just a little wonky.

This weekend is a big weekend! Yesterday night after class I went out with Shannon and Damon again to a Korean BBQ restaurant. It was pretty intense; it was a coal barbeque with a huge suction thing over it to get rid of the smoke. We ordered wayyyy too much food: bbq short ribs, shrimp and cashews, marinated tofu, fried rice, tempura (which they brought out with KETCHUP... how weird is that???). It was all fantastic. Of course, the logical step after dinner was to drink excessively, so afterwards we went back to my place and tanked a bottle of vodka and some disgusting cheap white wine. We stayed in Tongzhou (the suburb where I live) because its a little bit of a while to get to the bar district and we were all tired from our first week at work. This morning I am meeting up with Emilie and Tom to go and sign up for a gym they found - 1599yen for a year... which is just under 300CDN. Later in the day I'll be heading into the center of Beijing to meet up with a friend of my mother's, who works at the Beijing office of their company and has graciously invited me out for dinner with him and his family. Afterwards, I'm to meet up with Emilie and Tom and hit the club scene (can't WAIT). I suspect Sunday will be the funniest day as I'm joining a group called the Hash.. more on them later.

Enjoy your weekend!!