These past couple of weeks have been majorly stressful for us. We’re both teaching extra classes and feeling the crunch of grading, lesson planning, and oh, by the way, the administration of our school decided to move final exams week up by a week. They told us today, one month before we have to give students the exams. (Which we started writing today since we just found out they need to be turned in to the department by this Sunday. Guess it’s a good time to figure out what we’re teaching for the rest of the semester so we can put it on the exams…)
So needless to say, we love those little shining moments of humor that make English teaching a little more fun and a little less painful. Even when those moments also lead to incredible awkwardness.
Example One:
A few weeks ago, we were grading papers and working on lesson plans in our apartment. Suddenly, Matt started cracking up and read one of his student’s sentences aloud to me. She had written a persuasive paper about the importance of teaching sex education in schools. Here was her sentence:
“Some people think sex education is an awkward topic and embarrassing to bring to the public, and that the acquisition of the regarding information should be a process that children grope through all by themselves.”
After laughing for a minute, Matt read the next sentence:
“This is actually a false conception.”
Did she plan these puns? He talked to her later in class, and she was mystified about why she couldn’t use “grope” and “conception” when arguing about sex education. Matt explained the double meanings of the words, and then she laughed and realized why they weren’t exactly appropriate for a formal argument. Awkward, but funny.
Example Two:
I’m teaching my second-year students how to write MLA format research papers. To help them see a real-life example, I gave them a copy of a paper I wrote in college. Here is the first page:
My example research paper
The title of my paper is Incest: The Ultimate Cause of Destruction in “The Fall of the House of Usher” It was about the short story by Edgar Allan Poe, arguing that incest was the main theme of the story and the reason for the characters’ destruction.
I wanted to give my students an example of a research paper that had a title within the title, and this was the only one I had with a title like that. That was the part I focused on when I showed them the paper in class…”See how you format the title when there is another title in the title? You put quotation marks or italics just on the title that is in the title, not on the whole title of your paper.”
I didn’t think much else of my example paper until I started editing the first drafts of my last class. For some reason, none of my other classes did this, but in my last class, I had multiple papers turned in with “incest” in the titles. Here are some samples:
At first, I thought maybe Joyce has themes of incest in his works too. I haven’t read much of him, so I let it slide. But after I started seeing multiple “incest” appearances, I caught on to what was happening and went back to cross “incest” off the title. I’m pretty sure Joyce isn’t as creepy as Poe after all…
Incest is a big problem in Samsung…
Even though this student caught her mistake and tried to cross it out, I knew what was beneath that black mark. Incest: The Spanish Traveling Culture.
Incest: The Poyang Lake Devil’s Triangle in China. Like the Bermuda Triangle…but scarier. In many ways.
And my personal favorite…Incest: Green Tea Can Help People Lose Weight.
Matt was fortunate that with his student, he just had to explain the awkward misunderstanding to one person. But my little misunderstanding needs to be explained to my whole class tomorrow, since half the class has seen “Incest” added on to titles. (They had peer editors last week who looked over these papers…obviously, most of the peer editors also didn’t know that “incest” shouldn’t always be used as the first word in your research paper.)
One of the puppies showed up in the cafeteria today while I was eating with one of my students. We’re pretty sure now that he doesn’t have an owner. But he is still alive and seems to be thriving off the generosity and attention from people at our school. I guess he is the school’s puppy now.
The best part was we were eating on the second floor. So my question is, did he take the escalator or the stairs?
I just finished reading 50 descriptive journal writings from my students. The assignment: describe your dormitory room. Be specific – use descriptive adjectives and nouns. Describe what you see, smell, hear, and feel in the room.
As I was reading, I thought how maybe I should practice what I teach from time to time. And what better place to practice than our blog? So here is a teacher’s descriptive essay of our apartment (post-massive-cleaning at the beginning when we first moved in, of course).
When you approach our building, the first thing you will likely notice is the broken front door. It’s an ugly shade of green and made of metal. Even though there have been many attempts to fix it, the front door does not latch all the way, unless you push it firmly shut. Even though you are not supposed to be able to get into the building without a key or a buzz-in from someone inside, 99% of the time, you can simply walk right in. This makes me feel unsafe sometimes, knowing that someone with bad intent has one less obstacle to face. But other times, I’m grateful for our broken front door (like when I don’t have the keys with me and Matt’s not home to let me in.)
Once you come inside the building, you have to climb three flights of dirty steps. Sometimes the cleaning lady mops, but the floors never stay clean for long. On the third floor, you enter our apartment on the left. We live across from an Arabic teacher from Iraq, who we usually never see. The middle apartment next to us is empty. Since our neighbors are non-existent or quiet, our apartment is fairly quiet. Every now and then we can hear our upstairs neighbor’s cell phone vibrate. (It’s so creepy because it sounds like it’s in the room with us.) Apart from that, and the occasional sound of firecrackers (which Chinese people set off for every wedding…there are some going off right now, in fact), our apartment is quiet.
When you open our door, you see a shoe and coat rack filled with shoes and slippers. When we’re busy, we usually have various pairs of shoes and slippers scattered on the floor near the door, as well as some miscellaneous school items (bags of students’ journals, the cart we use for transporting our class items, etc.) The hall area is dark, since it doesn’t get any direct light, but we have a ceiling light we can turn on when it’s dark and we don’t want to trip over our mess.
Directly across from the front door is our bedroom. There is a small closet built into the room, along with a separate wooden wardrobe that we rescued from the furniture pile outside and a fabric wardrobe that the previous teacher left for us. The fabric wardrobe is printed with a nice pastoral scene of two-story white houses next to an ocean with mountains in the distance. Sailboats sail on the ocean, and horses graze next to the houses. I’m sure the previous teacher bought the wardrobe in China, but the picture looks nothing like China. I think they were trying to include the most beautiful parts of America in one scene, but it really doesn’t even look like something you’d see in America.
We also have two wooden desks in our bedroom and two twin size beds pushed together. The desks are usually covered with schoolwork we are working on. We each have small plastic shelving units to organize our classes’ materials. Mine are always stacked with students’ journals. About a foot behind our desks, we have two twin size beds pushed together. We have mismatching blue/green sheets on them. Next to the beds, there are two small wooden side tables.
To the left of our bedroom, there is a living room. We have a small round table for eating, two red futons, a small coffee table, a tall bookshelf, and a shelf where we keep pictures and paperwork. When we aren’t using it for classes, we keep our projector on top of the bookshelf and project it onto the opposite wall to watch movies or play Kinect. The living room is my favorite room in the apartment because it lets a lot of sun in and feels brighter and happier than the other more gloomy rooms.
Down the hall from the living room, we have a bathroom on the left. The bathroom has a Western toilet and bathtub. The bathroom is the smelliest room in the house because the toilet leaks water out the bottom every time it’s flushed. There is also a drain on the floor next to the toilet that smells rancid, even though we keep it covered with a plunger to try and block the smell. Some days it doesn’t smell as strongly, but other days, like today, it reeks. To block out the smell, we spray floral air freshener in the bathroom.
The Western bathtub is a great luxury in China (most bathroom just have a shower that comes onto the ground near the toilet), so we’re grateful for it. The only bad thing about the bathtub is that the caulk around it is rotten and falling apart, so I’m a little afraid one day the bathtub is going to fall out. I definitely tread lightly whenever I take a shower.
To the left of the bathroom, directly across from the living room, is the kitchen. The kitchen has a small refrigerator and freezer unit, a washing machine, a small toaster oven, a rice cooker, a 2-burner gas stovetop, a sink, a plastic electric kettle, a small portable island, and a tall shelving unit. The kitchen floor gets dirty easily since water splashes out from the sink and the washing machine and then we track dirt all over the place. I used to avoid the kitchen except to help with dishes and laundry, since cooking stresses me out under normal conditions, and cooking in China stresses me out even more. (Precise measurements aren’t entirely possible here, because you have to substitute for a lot of ingredients, and they also aren’t measured out the way we would do it in the US.) But after our Halloween party, I manned up (or womaned up?) and tried out some baking. It went much better than expected, so now I’ve actually organized the kitchen somewhat and felt less afraid to go in it. So far my successful dishes include: Severed Witches Finger Cookies, Newt’s Eyes Deviled Eggs, roasted pumpkin seeds, and mutton and bok choy pizza.
Hope you enjoyed a descriptive essay tour of our apartment
Yikes, we are getting behind in blog updates! Now that the semester is nearing the halfway mark, we’re actually starting to collect assignments and *gulp* grade for real.
Today I realized that even with a rubric, I grade my students differently depending on my emotions that day. I started grading the final drafts of my first class (cover letter and resume assignment) a couple of days ago and finished grading for that class today. When I was going back over the assignments so I could enter the grades in my computer, I realized that I had marked off more points today for the same mistakes I was being much more lenient on the other day. I’m a little more tired and annoyed with grading today, so my generosity is slipping away.
Oops.
So I had to go back and take away a few more points from the earlier people I was being nice to. Since each class has every single class together, and most of them live with each other, I figure there’s ample opportunity for comparing grades. I might as well attempt to be consistent.
Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve had multiple puppy sightings. There are two little dogs who seem to run around our campus playing with whoever they can find. I’m not sure if they belong to anyone, but they definitely act domesticated. They’re super cute, and I always worry that they’re going to get hurt when I see them. (No leash, no obvious owner in sight.) But first, we don’t have time or money for a dog, and second, these puppies are SO friendly that I have trouble believing they don’t have owners. I’m afraid that if I pick one up and take it home, the owner will come around the corner and start yelling at me for stealing their puppy. (It’s crazy how many people walk their dogs without leashes here. Also crazy how many people even have dogs. Pet ownership is definitely becoming more popular.)
So with each sighting, I restrain myself from bringing home a puppy to Matthew. Even though he would love to play with them… haha
I haven’t had a chance to take any photos of these tempting puppies, so instead here is a picture of Matt at Pizza Hut. I took him out on Halloween since he loves Halloween in the US and was feeling sad. Pizza Hut and a borrowed hat made it a much more enjoyable Chinese Halloween. Then we went home and watched Zombieland (which even though it’s a comedy, is still too scary for me. I went to the bathroom at many strategic points in the movie. Next year it’s back to the Charlie Brown Halloween special.)
Matt at Pizza Hut
And here are a couple of videos I finally had time to upload – our trip to the Great Wall a few weekends ago and a trip in a motorcycle carriage that we took last month on my birthday (it’s a long video, but it will give you a good idea of what our neighborhood looks like and how uh, interesting, Chinese traffic can be).
Even though this student caught her mistake and tried to cross it out, I knew what was beneath that black mark. Incest: The Spanish Traveling Culture.
