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Published: October 5th 2005
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Where its hip to be pale
On sunny days, students walk under a sea of brightly colored umbrellas I have been in China for over a month now, and despite reminding myself daily to stay in touch with everyone back at home, it has taken awhile to get this page going. So, please forgive, be kind and send replies.
I am teaching at a large university; I have five classes and about 250 students, who have all been given English names. Reciting roll took my American tongue the better part of each class, pronouncing each Chinese syllable, so that was remedied after the first week. The students are very kind, but I have come to realize that teaching is tough work. I would like to apologize to every instructor that may be reading this; if I ever failed to talk in class or make clear that I understood what was going on, please forgive me. I seem to have a hard time knowing if what I say gets through; my students are too polite and quiet to correct me or tell me if I am boring or unclear. Which is fine, I guess, because I know that I am doing a wonderful job anyway, they don't need to tell me.
Jinhua is a city of just under a million,
Roudy students
My undergraduate students, a wild bunch which makes it the fifth largest city in the province. It is mind-boggling; by comparison it is like I am in Hutchinson, times 500- not exactly the big city, with things to do all the time, but certainly not the most rural place around.
My university, Zheijung Normal University, specializes in training the finest middle school teachers around. The campus is growing quickly; there more than half of the building look brand new, and three are under construction. Most of the 20,000 students live on campus in men’s and women’s dorms, separated by walls and guards that keep boys in their proper place.
The food is delicious. During my first proper meal in Jinhua, someone in the restaurant ordered fish, so the cooks took one out of the tank and dropped it on the ground a few times before cooking it up. It took me a few days figure out how eating here worked, but no I know how things work, and I am eating like mad. Perhaps most delightful, is the breakfast that I share each morning with the Quaker Oats man (when I saw his shining face within the mess of Chinese on the grocery store shelf, I
Parking problem
For those who complain about not being able to find a spot at Washburn, try fitting your ride in this. Then, try getting out when they've double parked! nearly cried). Other than mornings with him, I am always eating out, which can usually be done for about a dollar, and is more tasty than I can say!
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Bob Beatty
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Great photos!
J-Cri - Thanks for getting the page up. The photos are fabulous! Dr.B