Yesterday I was helping students edit their papers about naming practices in their countries. One student basically wanted me to write his introduction for him.
Student: I need to begin with a quote. Which quote should I use?
Me: Which quote do you like?
Student: How about this one? (Points to complicated quote in flowery language.)
Me: Why do you like that one?
Student: Because it's long.
Me: ... Well, you need to explain it in your paper.
Student: Yes, so you explain it for me.
Me: I can't write your paper.
Student: Sure, so you explain it and I'll write it. (Clever, eh?)
Me: -_-
Student (to friend): How did you write your introduction?
Friend: I told about the meaning of my name.
Student: What do you think my name means?
Friend: I think it means, "I'm lazy and I don't want to write my own paper."
See? They are smart. Never underestimate thy students.
June 12, 2013
May 31, 2013
Meetings and Partings
Last weekend marked the departure of my group of Japanese exchange students. It was an emotional weekend, an emotional spring really. Lots of big life events. But this capped it. I've become rather attached to my group of students, so it was very difficult to say goodbye.
The night before they left we had a goodbye party for closure. There was the usual gift-giving and reminiscing. And then toward the end of it the usual emotional thank yous and such. I find these events to be extremely awkward and uncomfortable, so I gritted my teeth through most of it, hoping we would get through the evening with minimal crying. I felt obligated to give some sort of comforting and uplifting response to, you know, end the evening on a positive note. So I fumbled through an awkward speech about how great of a group they'd been etc. I could see some of them holding back tears, so I went through my mental bank of inspirational/cheesy quotes and pulled up Dr. Seuss's "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened." I looked around the room with a hopeful smile and immediately several of them burst into tears and the group leader started bawling. It was not my greatest moment of emotional intelligence. I found myself trying to come up with snatches of comforting phrases but really not knowing what to do.
Then I got to do it all again in the morning at the airport after only four hours of sleep. In fact, the airport was even worse because we had a big initial goodbye, and THEN we had to stand there awkwardly while they waited in line for security, with me again searching aimlessly for something to say. Then they had to go through security, a process that took forever, before waving goodbye on the other side of the checkpoint for what seemed like ages. I have gone through some pretty awkward, extended goodbyes, but this one wins hands down.
I will miss a lot of things about this group of students. I will miss their wonderful sense of humor and obvious affection for each other. All of those running jokes and the gentle teasing that marks a group of people who know each other well. I'll miss all of their quirky personalities. Kokoro's exaggerated hand gestures and funny mannerisms. Mao's quiet, inquisitive presence. Natsume's joie de vivre. Yuka's mischievousness. It was fun to get to know all of them.
There are a lot of things I won't miss too. I will not miss being inundated with a sudden flood of homework questions right before going to bed. I will not miss getting home from a 3-hour class at 8:30 p.m. and having to summon the energy to lead a one-hour tutorial. I will not miss waking up at 2:00 a.m. to the ceiling shaking and having to inform them that now is not an appropriate time for jumping on the bed or having a dance party. I will not miss being the constant center of attention the minute I step out of the safety of my room.
But these are little things, and worth the experience. Now I am living with my parents again for another summer. Talk about a boomerang child... It's a lot more quiet and I have a lot more time to myself. I'll be busy working and taking summer classes for the next three months. I think I'll work at CO-AG again starting in July. I need to prop up my bank account a little bit.
I'll be back at Mukogawa in the fall, with a new group of students to write about. Teaching is a bit of a revolving door this way. I always marveled at my high school teachers and college professors, that they went through the emotions of graduation every single year. Of course, it's different when you live with your students, but still. I said goodbye to another student recently, part of the family from Burma that I was tutoring. They moved to North Carolina in search of more job opportunities. Another tough goodbye, but one that has given me some perspective on the emotional ups and downs of my new profession. I still have the stability of home and an established cultural identity. I don't have to navigate new cultures out of necessity, and if I do decide to move to another country and try to assimilate, it will be by choice. So while my new lifestyle does take a certain emotional toll, it is relatively easy in comparison.
The night before they left we had a goodbye party for closure. There was the usual gift-giving and reminiscing. And then toward the end of it the usual emotional thank yous and such. I find these events to be extremely awkward and uncomfortable, so I gritted my teeth through most of it, hoping we would get through the evening with minimal crying. I felt obligated to give some sort of comforting and uplifting response to, you know, end the evening on a positive note. So I fumbled through an awkward speech about how great of a group they'd been etc. I could see some of them holding back tears, so I went through my mental bank of inspirational/cheesy quotes and pulled up Dr. Seuss's "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened." I looked around the room with a hopeful smile and immediately several of them burst into tears and the group leader started bawling. It was not my greatest moment of emotional intelligence. I found myself trying to come up with snatches of comforting phrases but really not knowing what to do.
Then I got to do it all again in the morning at the airport after only four hours of sleep. In fact, the airport was even worse because we had a big initial goodbye, and THEN we had to stand there awkwardly while they waited in line for security, with me again searching aimlessly for something to say. Then they had to go through security, a process that took forever, before waving goodbye on the other side of the checkpoint for what seemed like ages. I have gone through some pretty awkward, extended goodbyes, but this one wins hands down.
I will miss a lot of things about this group of students. I will miss their wonderful sense of humor and obvious affection for each other. All of those running jokes and the gentle teasing that marks a group of people who know each other well. I'll miss all of their quirky personalities. Kokoro's exaggerated hand gestures and funny mannerisms. Mao's quiet, inquisitive presence. Natsume's joie de vivre. Yuka's mischievousness. It was fun to get to know all of them.
There are a lot of things I won't miss too. I will not miss being inundated with a sudden flood of homework questions right before going to bed. I will not miss getting home from a 3-hour class at 8:30 p.m. and having to summon the energy to lead a one-hour tutorial. I will not miss waking up at 2:00 a.m. to the ceiling shaking and having to inform them that now is not an appropriate time for jumping on the bed or having a dance party. I will not miss being the constant center of attention the minute I step out of the safety of my room.
But these are little things, and worth the experience. Now I am living with my parents again for another summer. Talk about a boomerang child... It's a lot more quiet and I have a lot more time to myself. I'll be busy working and taking summer classes for the next three months. I think I'll work at CO-AG again starting in July. I need to prop up my bank account a little bit.
I'll be back at Mukogawa in the fall, with a new group of students to write about. Teaching is a bit of a revolving door this way. I always marveled at my high school teachers and college professors, that they went through the emotions of graduation every single year. Of course, it's different when you live with your students, but still. I said goodbye to another student recently, part of the family from Burma that I was tutoring. They moved to North Carolina in search of more job opportunities. Another tough goodbye, but one that has given me some perspective on the emotional ups and downs of my new profession. I still have the stability of home and an established cultural identity. I don't have to navigate new cultures out of necessity, and if I do decide to move to another country and try to assimilate, it will be by choice. So while my new lifestyle does take a certain emotional toll, it is relatively easy in comparison.
April 1, 2013
Now that I spend a great deal of time conversing with non-native English speakers, I often wish that there was another person around to witness all of the funny moments that occur. Alas, I am usually the only witness, and so it often happens that I find myself quietly chuckling at some unfortunate malapropism or making a humorous aside that I then have to spend 20 minutes trying to explain, usually without success. You'd think I'd learn, but I just can't help it. And sometimes it can really get me into trouble.
For instance, the other day three of my students went shopping and bought new dresses. I came downstairs to find them trying on their new clothes in the living room. One of the girls had not bought a dress, and her friend was trying to get her to borrow one.
Student 1: Please! I think it will look good on you.
Student 2: No, no, no, no. I don't want.
Student 1: Yes! Please try! (Proffers dress).
Student 2: No, no, no!
Student 1: Please, take off your pants!
Me: Gee, if I had a nickel for every time I've heard that...
Students: ???
See that? That was unnecessary. But I never learn. Fortunately the whole "if I had a nickel" concept was so complicated that I never managed to get through the explanation and they never realized how scandalous I was.
It was a scandalous sort of day, though, because just after that little exchange they informed me that they had accidentally tried to buy clothes at a maternity store. I so wish you could hear them tell the story. It's so much better the way they express themselves. They have this halting way of talking as they try to think of vocabulary, which lends a certain amount of suspense to the most commonplace of sentences. (e.g. "So, today...I thought...I think that, mmmmm, maybe, we will go...ahhhh...downtown.") It's so exciting when they finally finish the sentence. I want to congratulate them on their achievement. (If you think I'm being patronizing, the street goes both ways. You should hear them cheer my feeble efforts in Japanese, which basically amount to "There...are...is...dang it let me start over. There is...a...tee. Tree!" After which the students cheer. No really.)
I'm getting off topic. Maternity store. So, in an approximation of their words, "We went in and we thought...everything is a little bit, mmmm, bigger? Then the salesperson asked me, 'will you have a baby?' Then she said, 'Everything in this store...dadadadadadada.'" (This really made me laugh because it was so much better than if she had simply said "we didn't understand the salesperson.")
After it became clear that they (the students) didn't understand, the whole sales team got in on the action, repeating the word "pregnant" and making illustrative hand motions. Sadly, I was not there to witness it, but then, it never would have happened if I had been.
For instance, the other day three of my students went shopping and bought new dresses. I came downstairs to find them trying on their new clothes in the living room. One of the girls had not bought a dress, and her friend was trying to get her to borrow one.
Student 1: Please! I think it will look good on you.
Student 2: No, no, no, no. I don't want.
Student 1: Yes! Please try! (Proffers dress).
Student 2: No, no, no!
Student 1: Please, take off your pants!
Me: Gee, if I had a nickel for every time I've heard that...
Students: ???
See that? That was unnecessary. But I never learn. Fortunately the whole "if I had a nickel" concept was so complicated that I never managed to get through the explanation and they never realized how scandalous I was.
It was a scandalous sort of day, though, because just after that little exchange they informed me that they had accidentally tried to buy clothes at a maternity store. I so wish you could hear them tell the story. It's so much better the way they express themselves. They have this halting way of talking as they try to think of vocabulary, which lends a certain amount of suspense to the most commonplace of sentences. (e.g. "So, today...I thought...I think that, mmmmm, maybe, we will go...ahhhh...downtown.") It's so exciting when they finally finish the sentence. I want to congratulate them on their achievement. (If you think I'm being patronizing, the street goes both ways. You should hear them cheer my feeble efforts in Japanese, which basically amount to "There...are...is...dang it let me start over. There is...a...tee. Tree!" After which the students cheer. No really.)
I'm getting off topic. Maternity store. So, in an approximation of their words, "We went in and we thought...everything is a little bit, mmmm, bigger? Then the salesperson asked me, 'will you have a baby?' Then she said, 'Everything in this store...dadadadadadada.'" (This really made me laugh because it was so much better than if she had simply said "we didn't understand the salesperson.")
After it became clear that they (the students) didn't understand, the whole sales team got in on the action, repeating the word "pregnant" and making illustrative hand motions. Sadly, I was not there to witness it, but then, it never would have happened if I had been.
March 22, 2013
Seattle Spring Break
I think I'm finally caught up on all of the homework I put off over Spring Break...because I was in Seattle! It was a great trip, and I must thank my dear friend Katie a million times over for hosting me, feeding me, and putting up with my quirks.
I arrived on Wednesday night. On Thursday I gave a presentation about Thailand to Katie's Asian cultures class. The kids really engaged with it and made some great connections. It wasn't as bad to interact with middle schoolers as I'd feared, but I still have an enormous amount of respect for anyone who teaches that age group. What an awkward time of life.
Friday was a big day. Katie took me on a tour of the UW campus, which was fantastic. I love their library. I then connected with some family and went to the European Masters collection at the Seattle Art Museum. My favorite painting was this one.
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| A Canal in Winter by Isaac van Ostade |
I like it because it portrays everyday life and is kind of a window into the past. Yep, that's about as deep as my visual art analyses go.
After that Katie took me to a really neat park and we hiked around a bit and I got some great pictures.
Friday evening I got to meet some friends of Katie's and went to a driving range for the first time in my life. I absolutely sucked, but Katie's friend Alex was very patient about teaching me and by the end of it I could actually aim the ball... a little bit...
On Saturday we hooked up with another college friend and played games. That evening we didn't have anything special planned, but while we were checking out a nearby church we discovered there was a choir concert going on that night. It was a collection of Italian sacred choral works, and being total music nerds, we decided to attend.
So it was a pretty perfect weekend and the weather even cooperated, as much as Seattle weather does.
March 8, 2013
Student Quotes
"I miss pork! I want to touch a pig..."
"If I see a pig, I don't think 'I want to eat this one.' But if I see pork, I want to eat pork!"
"My stomach is a black hole."
"My stomach is bigger than Japan." (She meant, "My stomach is bigger than it was in Japan.")
"My stomach is bigger than Japan." (She meant, "My stomach is bigger than it was in Japan.")
"I don't want to be fat, but I want to eat."
March 5, 2013
February 26, 2013
Living at Mukogawa means I'm never in need of company. There is always a handful of students eager to practice their English or looking for help with their homework. It would be draining if I didn't have the mornings to myself. As is, I often find myself being used as a walking dictionary or pronunciation guide. Sometimes the questions they come up with are very difficult to answer. I should probably be writing them down so that I can research them for future teaching, but that would be a lot of work... Often they pump me for English information going to and from meals. The other night they asked me what the difference is between explain and describe, when to use this or it, and of course they alwayswant help understanding articles. The Japanese language does not have articles (a, an, the) and their usage is not easy to explain.
Occasionally I will say a word they don't know, and then either one of the other group members will define it or I will have to play dictionary. The best part, though, is when they want to practice their pronunciation. This also often happens going to and from meals and it is hilarious. Not because their pronunciation is bad mind you, but because I often have a group of six people following me across campus while repeating the same word over and over again. "Bird, bird, bird, bird, biiiird, birrrrd," or "girl, girl, girl, giiiiiirl, giiirrrrrl, grrrr." And of course I'm often coaching them,
Me: Almost, you need more of an R sound, Girrrrl.
Students: Grrrrrrr.
Me: Not that much, try to place it more at the front of your mouth. Your tongue should move like this (demonstrated with hand motions).
Unfortunately, sometimes I can't help laughing after being surrounded by a chorus of the same word for five minutes. For example, yesterday one of the girls pointed to a puddle and asked me for the English word.
Me: Puddle
Student: Puddle?
Me: Puddle
Student 1: Puddle
Student 2: Puddle
Students 3 & 4: Puddle, Puddle!
All of them: Puddle! Puddle. Puddle. Puddle.
Me: (Can't stop laughing.)
Students: Heidi! WHY!? Why you laugh?
Me: Because I feel like I have an echo.
Student 1: Echo?
Students 2 & 3: Echo?
Students 1-4: Echo? Echo? Echo? What is echo?
Me: (Laughing hysterically) An echo is when...(laughter)
Students: Echo? Echo? Echo?
Finally I was able to explain it to them and on the upside, I learned the Japanese word for echo: Yamabiko!
Occasionally I will say a word they don't know, and then either one of the other group members will define it or I will have to play dictionary. The best part, though, is when they want to practice their pronunciation. This also often happens going to and from meals and it is hilarious. Not because their pronunciation is bad mind you, but because I often have a group of six people following me across campus while repeating the same word over and over again. "Bird, bird, bird, bird, biiiird, birrrrd," or "girl, girl, girl, giiiiiirl, giiirrrrrl, grrrr." And of course I'm often coaching them,
Me: Almost, you need more of an R sound, Girrrrl.
Students: Grrrrrrr.
Me: Not that much, try to place it more at the front of your mouth. Your tongue should move like this (demonstrated with hand motions).
Unfortunately, sometimes I can't help laughing after being surrounded by a chorus of the same word for five minutes. For example, yesterday one of the girls pointed to a puddle and asked me for the English word.
Me: Puddle
Student: Puddle?
Me: Puddle
Student 1: Puddle
Student 2: Puddle
Students 3 & 4: Puddle, Puddle!
All of them: Puddle! Puddle. Puddle. Puddle.
Me: (Can't stop laughing.)
Students: Heidi! WHY!? Why you laugh?
Me: Because I feel like I have an echo.
Student 1: Echo?
Students 2 & 3: Echo?
Students 1-4: Echo? Echo? Echo? What is echo?
Me: (Laughing hysterically) An echo is when...(laughter)
Students: Echo? Echo? Echo?
Finally I was able to explain it to them and on the upside, I learned the Japanese word for echo: Yamabiko!
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