Thursday, February 24, 2011

Library Visit

To Do List:
3: Visit the library on campus. Check.
One of the things on my to do list was to visit the library this semester. This past Wednesday, I had one of my former students show me around the place. Here are a few photos from the excursion.

I was impressed with the quality and quantity of the books in the library. They had several different sections of books for teachers and students alike. They also had a magazine room full of the most recent Chinese scholarly publications. Students could sit at long tables and read their favorite magazine or do some research in a quiet room with a helpful librarian.

However, I was not impressed with the library's building. It is old and has a slightly abandoned, haunted feeling about it. (wish I had snapped a few more photos). My student told me the library is especially scary in the evenings and she will not use one of the bathrooms on the third floor after dusk. Yikes!

(Yeah, no idea what I'm reading here.)

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Smoking

I have been a smoker now for four years.
Well, let me clarify; I have been a second hand smoker now for four years, ever since moving to China. Most public places we go to here with the exception of the Supermarket have people lighting up. I realized last semester just how much second-hand smoke I have inhaled in this short little span of life. To me, it seems very selfish when people smoke in close quarters in public places like on buses. Today, I mentally pieced together in Chinese a moral argument regarding smoking on buses.
"Do you realize how selfish it is to smoke on a bus? When you, one person, decide to smoke you are deciding for all 20 of us that we also must smoke with you."

On the bus, coming home from the supermarket, I had my big chance. Two dudes got on the bus and immediately exchanged cigarettes and lit up. If the dudes hadn't looked the equivalent of mafia men, wearing leather jackets, holding the cigarette between black teeth, and loudly speaking the local dialect, I maybe, maybe would have said something. But in the moment, my confidence plummeted, and I decided to settle with simply opening the window beside me and covering my nose with the collar of my shirt.

Second-hand smoke is not something that anyone really warns you about before you come to China. If people have a mental picture of China being a green bamboo-filled forest with red pagoda like houses dotting the landscape and water lilies blooming in ponds, I would encourage them to think again or to simply visit the city of Hengyang.

Smoking is just one problem to highlight in this city; there are many. But, perhaps the biggest problem is a problem of the heart. It seems people are very focused on self (including family unit), power, and money here in Hengyang. Sometimes I feel hopeless. Will the little seeds we are planting every grow, bloom, and effect change? And I'm not talking about change for the mere "civility" of living in a cleaner, greener city where people don't smoke. I am talking about change where people's concept of others, their understanding of self, and their reverence for someone bigger than them permeates every choice they make. And, although I don't smoke, how many other little conveniences do I indulge in for selfish reasons. I am simply speaking from within the brokenness of a place and calling for its attention.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Motivating words from students

I have students write down some information about themselves on little notecards. I was re-reading these yesterday before teaching and ran across some charming ones.

On Cindy's notecard: "At last, my life attitude: Working like ant, Living like butterfly."

On Missingly's notecard (yes, that is her chosen name): I'm a special girl. I have my own rule of behavior.

On Amy's notecard, written within the first week of being my student: "My oral english is bad, but I have confidence in making a great progress, as I have a good teacher. I love you!"

Reading these notecards and seeing the student's faces made me realize that I have missed being in the classroom, interacting with them, discussing culture, life, and holidays together. Yes, I am happy to be back in Hengyang with all its garbage, spitting, and public defacating, being in a classroom of students and keeping my eye on the prize makes it all worth it.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Supermarket


Choices are so difficult.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Random Thoughts

1. The Midwest is too small. I feel as though I'm one person removed from everyone. Maybe some people consider this coziness a good thing, especially if they have never had one of the following: a blind date, some rough teaching experiences, or a rebellious teen-hood.

2. What is the message a guy wants to send when he wears a pink shirt? I'm merely curious.

3. I want a tattoo, preferably on my big toe.

4. Some of the ceiling paint in my bathroom fell down. The rest of it is bulging with what looks like pockets of water. Any advice? Anyone?

Monday, February 14, 2011

New Joy

It's conference here for us members of "teaching organization in China." We are enjoying the sunny Thailand weather, the iced coffee, the Thai massages, the awesome fellowship, the amazing teaching, and the times of worship. Along with this time of year also comes decisions about the future.

It's hard for me to embrace that I need to go home, but at the same time, I feel the need very strongly. My heart in Asia, my personal walk, has largely grown cold and stale. This past year has been one of obedience, but not the kind that is bringing any joy. Maybe it has been an obedience born out of a sense of duty or a misunderstanding of the Father's power. Duty and misunderstanding seldom bring unashamed joy; I don't want my heart to be trapped in this place of wondering and confusion for another year.

Some people might be confused by this decision. "Weren't you unsure last year too about your decision?"
"Yes," I answer hesitantly.
"But that makes me all the more sure of this year's decision."

And with that, all the hard-core sold out for Asia dudes lose interest in me. And I feel saved the bother of having to overly contemplate them.
As a girl, I want to be special in and of myself.
I don't want to have to be committed to a place, or an organization, in order for someone to decide he's interested in me.

There is freedom in this realization. And this freedom is bringing about joy, a different kind of joy. A joy knowing that wherever I live, I need to be walking with the Father. What a joy to realize that the Father's work in my life is not limited to geography, or the promise of companionship, or to my own limited understanding of His plan for my life.

Sunday, February 06, 2011

Spam-errific!





Spam museum? Amazingly fun! I walked away from it asking myself, "How can I get more spam in my diet?" And thanks to the complimentary spam recipe cards, now I have some ideas.

Thursday, February 03, 2011

To Do List


One semester left to go in China,
Here's the list of "to do's"

1. Host a hot pot party.
2. Stay for one full day and / or spend the night at the orphanage.
3. Visit the library on campus.
4. Go roller-skating (again).
5. Rent a bicycle. Ride it around. Buy some fruit.
6. Read the Dream of Red Mansions and walk around discussing it with people.
7. Stay in a hotel in Hengyang.
8. Go to a class picnic.
9. Attend one of Roger's classes.
10. Visit Wei Fei Fei's new house.
11. Visit Japan.
12. Start giving away stuff like crazy.
13. Host a game night.
14. Jog around the city.
15. Teach a class backwards. (Put the end of the class first. End the class with the introduction.)
16. Once the weather turns nice, dance once a week with the elderly ladies by the river.
Buckle up, Hengyang!