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Published: September 3rd 2010
see what i mean?
I taught a new public school today, which I didn't really like. I didn't get to meet any teachers because I was taken to my classroom and left there all day. Generally, I am escorted to a room by my assistant, a translator, who is with me the entire time I am at the school. Today, I was not given an assistant and had to fend for myself. Usually, it wouldn't be so bad, but my classes were about 70 students who didn't understand a lot of English so they wouldn't listen and talked almost the entire time I was teaching. It was really hard to teach, needless to mention, frustrating. So my first class was ok. At the end of class though, I was rushed by 20 students who wanted my autograph. At first I thought they just didn't know how to spell my name, but soon I caught on: they wanted me to sign their books. A little strange. My next class was a little worse, but at the end, no students rushed me. Four students did stay though, to talk with me. They were intrigued with me. I don't really understand their fascination and curiosity with foreigners. One
it was probably 730 am when i saw these on the side of the street.
girl asked if she could touch me. Lol. And then they gave me a chinese name, Wu mei li, which means beautiful. Is that cool or what? "My name is Beautiful." A girl can get used to that. :P They really liked that I could speak a little chinese. They got a kick out of me saying dumplings (bao-zeu) and the numbers. So I started saying page numbers in chinese and that worked well. After the second class, we have about a half hour break where the students go out to the playground and get into their line formations. I don't know what they practice since I don't understand the man over the speaker. But it is an odd thing to watch. They march in place, with swinging arms and all. From the window above, they look like an army in training. I managed to steal a picture.
The next two classes got progressively worse, though the last class was better about listening. And both classes mobbed me at the end of class. In one, there was a girl who was taking pictures of me during class and then wanted to take one with me after I wrote my
at the "western" coffee shop across the street
name in her book...saying I gave her my autograph is really, really, REALLY weird. I sat there for a while thinking, yeah, this is how celebrities must feel to be stared at all the time, to be mobbed for an autograph, for people to be so happy and excited to see them and want pictures. Aye. I don't know about that.
Note: the pictures are just random stuff from over the last few days.
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