Getting a new visa was one of the worst experiences of my life. Not only did it prove to be the biggest hassle I’ve ever experienced, but it rained for all 4 days and made sightseeing extremely unenjoyable. I’d even go as far to say, “I hate Hong Kong.”
However, there was one redeeming quality about this trip: the food. HK was part of the British empire until 1997, so western quality is the norm. Here is what I ate:
Meal 1 (Dinner): Steak
Meal 2 (Breakfast): Baby back ribs
Meal 3 (Lunch): Baby back ribs and chicken wings
Meal 4 (Dinner): Steak from Morton’s.
Meal 5 (Breakfast): Steak and eggs with a side of bacon
Meal 6 (Lunch): Steak sandwich
Meal 7 (Dinner): Steak
Meal 8 (Breakfast): Eggs benedict.
*Note: All of this stuff is available in Beijing, but it’s either poor-quality or ruined by idiot Chinese chefs.
I taught a class to a new student today. I was told she is very picky about her teachers, but I wasn’t told why. I was informed that our class would be held at the Capital Mansion Club, a very swanky place in Beijing that’s often considered “a place where deals are done.”
I arrived to the place and two of this woman’s “assistants” came to greet me, saying she was running late due to finding a new store she liked. They asked me if I knew her or her husband, and I said I had no idea. After 15 minutes of chitchat, she walks in surrounded by a bodyguard and 3 more assistants… kind of like the guys in Entourage walk around. Apparently she is the wife of some famous Chinese pop/movie star, and I could tell.
It’s not every day you see such surgically-enhanced women unless you live in Las Vegas or Las Angeles (or frequent strip clubs). She’s about 45 years old, dressed in the nicest clothes I’ve seen on a Chinese person, and her face was shrouded in oversize sunglasses. I was told by her assistant that her husband’s one rule for English teachers is they can’t tell her how pretty she is.
Her English was very, very basic, but she wanted to learn phrases so she could be social and host. Our first order of business: how to eat at a restaurant. After teaching her the basics, she insisted that I teach her alcohols. Except we’d learn by doing. She ordered shots for her and her entire entourage as well as myself, and then made us drink them. After each, I was supposed to announce the type of booze and name. We drank vodka, tequila, 2 types of whiskey, rum, gin (shots, yes), and baijiu – all while chasing everything down with red wine. Our total bill was about US $650, which she paid without blinking an eye.
Anyways, that was at 11am this morning. I think I have a new favorite student.
Hi everybody! I’m alive. I’m going to start blogging again. It just so happened I fell into a job, made a great group of friends, and have much to share with the Western world. Plus, I’ve noticed that my English skills are getting worse, so I need practice writing.
I didn’t expect to become a teacher, but I actually enjoy it. Right now I teach 30 hours a week of 1-on-1 lessons, the majority of which are at the houses or offices of my students ranging in ages from 3 to 45. Unlike teachers who have to deal with 30 students at a time, I pretty much have free reign to teach what I want to who I want, depending on the level of their Engrish.
“This jerk gets teach whatever he wants? Those poor Chinese!” You just said that to yourself. I’ve actually got the highest teacher satisfaction rating at two of the three agencies I work through. And it’s because of my refusal to teach through the standards Chinese learning (rote memorization) that I get to have fun with my students and teach them something specifically not taught in Chinese schools: critical thinking and creativity.
I’ll share more stories about teaching another time. For now, I’d encourage all of you to use the Google Chrome browser’s auto-translate feature to read through these two Taobao blog posts in Chinese. Subject matter: ugly Asian women’s makeup routine to look pretty. Turning shit into gold. Which is an excellent metaphor for what the Chinese government is trying to do with their nation. I repeat: Turning shit into gold.
The pictures are disturbing but the translations give great insight into the linguistic differences between English and Chinese. Not to mention, they’re downright hilarious.