Friday, September 17, 2010

But if he makes a promptive effort, does he still make a pretty little?

Five years ago I was an awkward, unseasoned college freshman, reveling in the newly-experienced world of college life. Three weeks ago, I reentered that world. Sure, I've got some years under my belt this time around. I've grown, I've gained knowledge and experience, I've stepped into a world bigger than the one I knew before it. But I'm still living at college. 

It's hard not to make some comparisons between the two, either: 1) yes, I am teaching the college courses this time around, but don't think that means I'm not also learning. Learning the language, learning the culture, and learning the best way to avoid unintentionally purchasing, as food, the various parts of animals available for purchase in China--the aversion to which is a result of my ingrained American notion that such items wouldn't necessarily be considered acceptable for human consumption and therefore wouldn't possibly be stacked in a bin next to fruit snacks (hint: in a store, a food's edibility is directly proportional to its distance from the bin of chicken feet); 2) like college five years ago was a brand new world, being here in China is, in a much truer way, a whole new world as well; 3) I'm quite helpless much of the time here in China, much like I was in 2005, and finally; 4) I live and work and learn all in the same place: the college campus.

I rather enjoy living in the "apartment" I have on campus, although it really feels just like a dorm room. Mostly, I favor the location, which is right next to many of the student dormitories. I've always liked being "in the middle of the action," and I certainly get my wish as the area is always buzzing with students doing what they do best: giggling, smiling, and staring at the tall foreigner, and perhaps, given the necessary courage, attempting to talk to the foreigner. I enjoy being around all the people, even if they are chatty 19 and 20-year-olds. The convenience of living five minutes from where I work is not bad either. 

The campus itself is an appropriate size for the 7,500 or so students, and I've been given enough room to explore but not too much to be an inconvenience. There are some attempts at aesthetics (i.e., spaces at the main entrance and in between buildings that are crammed with flowers), although the campus in general is fairly so-so. I do appreciate the efforts to add life and color though. The five or six academic buildings aren't much to look at--just light blue blocks of cement, essentially, but the dorms are interesting enough in their own way. I'll toss in a few photos to give you an idea: 
On the right, the new building for foreign students and teachers that also has a separate section to serve as additional student housing. Supposedly, the construction will be done in about a week or two, at which point I'll be moving in. Enjoy the colorful paint now--it will fade to junk in about three months. 

Looking the other direction now, you see some of the other dorms, as well as the basketball courts where I really enjoy playing with students and random locals, mostly because their skills (or lack thereof) make me feel much better about my own. Never played before? No problem. You'll fit right in. To be fair though, you can't be too tough on a nation whose first lasting exposure to basketball came just a few years ago with Yao Ming's arrival to the NBA. That man has single-handedly made basketball (and therefore, the NBA, the Houston Rockets, and for some reason Kobe Bryant) the most popular aspect of American influence in all of China. That and Michael Jackson. That man is gold over here. 

The frontage-type road (for lack of a better term, since it simultaneously serves as a road, parking lot, sidewalk, and all-puspose garbage receptacle) that runs along the campus' south end. On the left is the Lucky Do Do hotel, which we of course pronounce as the Lucky Doo Doo. 


Academic buildings

One of the many oddities I've discovered so far. While the need for such doors escapes me, I have decided it is a type of fire escape--at least that's what I tell myself. Unfortunately, no such escape exists for the dorms (as this is an academic building). Each night, after curfew is in effect, the front (and only ground-level) door to each dorm is chained shut and locked with a pad-lock. Some of the newer dorms, including my building, do have a fire escape, although I believe its potential has eluded the attention of the Chinese, as the doors on each floor leading to the fire escape are--you guessed it--chained and locked. If it's any consolation, every building, ever, in the history of China was, is, and will be made entirely out of cement. I think it's safe to say that no fire will really be able to burn much, so I won't really need to leave my apartment in the event of a fire. Also, there are no fire alarms or smoke detectors from what I've seen--but that's probably irrelevant. 





The numerous building projects on campus have given me a front-row seat to the world of Chinese construction. Here we see the, ah, well...I don't know. They're man-holes of some kind, likely for the sewer, but possibly for the sole purpose of consuming every brick in the city. I do believe the purpose and layout of these sewer structures was conceived by three drunk men the day before. 

Communal dryer. The sight of hanging clothes, everywhere, has been a perennial sight since the arrival of students. 

The reason volleyball is only the sixth most commonly played sport in China, behind ping pong, basketball, badminton, soccer, and that one game where you just stack a whole bunch of stuff onto the back of a truck:
Photo courtesy of some other person. Thanks Google. (And since I'm in China, I am almost certain that taking anything that I want from the internet and claiming it as my own is perfectly legal and acceptable. So, got that going for me too.)

And now what you've all been waiting for: bad English translations.

One of the many signs at the campus. Ironically, classes in the top building were delayed one week. 

But not really. I just thought that would be an appropriate thing to say.

The entire campus is covered with these little proverbs, hanging from the street lights. Most are fairly normal, but I can't help but wonder what Emerson quotation website they got many of them from. What's most ironic about the bad translations is that this is a college for foreign language. I'm not especially knowledgable on the influences of advertising, but I'd say this doesn't bode well for future enrollment. 



Most signs with garbled English are usually discernible, but this one's totally lost on me. 

There are other signs inside the buildings that are meant to deter smoking, even though many boys still do it anyway, inside the buildings. I didn't get pictures of them, but I'll share them anyway because, well, because they're awesome:

"Off cigars! Ignite your future instead."
"To smoke or not to smoke. That is a question."

Can't argue with them there.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

China. No big deal.

The first two and a half weeks in China have been a little bit of everything. Trying to describe it, to capture the true experience, is impossible--like describing a 70% cacao Ghirardelli bar (which is amazing, isn't it?) to a person suffering from Ageusia. I'll give you a second to look that one up.

China has so far been a relatively easy transition, but only because I haven't really done something inadvertently stupid. That moment will come, I'm sure. Let's just hope it doesn't involve getting hit by a motorist, or worse, finding I'm in the middle of a date without realizing it until I've somehow managed to unintentionally propose marriage to the girl. I'm actually kind of expecting that to happen, given my proneness to find myself in awkward situations. Let's just say I'm going to avoid, to the best of my ability, any one-on-one moments with students. 

The honeymoon phase is still strong as I continue to discover my new world, and I suppose it may be a while before China collectively drops me from the honeymoon into the next stage: the valley. Awesome. This is probably the real reason my transition from less honking (the US) to more honking (China) has been "relatively easy." Until the time my honeymoon ends, I'm joyfully appreciating China's many blessings: unlimited access to bubble tea (a favorite), cheap but amazing food, and the joy of discovering the myraid ways a car horn can be used to communicate to others. I jest of course; there's only one way Chinese drivers use a car horn, which is interestingly the only way that I deem to be annoying. Well, maybe it's endearing. 

But not at all, actually. But to be fair to China, the superfluous use of horns is just about the only thing that I haven't enthusiastically embraced. I do love the country so far. Like everyone says, the food is unbelievable. And just wait until I figure out how to order more than just the five dishes I've been ordering. 

One of my concerns about being here was that my pre-existing knowledge of Mandarin (all two years of it) would be too far gone to be of use, since I've tucked that knowledge away neatly in my brain, right next to my knowledge of how to iron...anything. But I've been pleasantly surprised at how quickly it has started to come back, largely because I have had and will have plenty of chances to speak it. Still, my knowledge is limited, even to the point where a successful purchase of a drink from the store is tantamount to the feeling of getting that one toy you really wanted for Christmas. I usually feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of the unknown. I hear you speaking Chinese. I see you staring at me as you speak Chinese. I can clearly tell your talking about me in Chinese. But I have no idea what you're saying. Probably something reasonable like, "I suppose this chap is a Yank" and, "His height, while only slightly above normal for an American, gives him substantial leverage on the basketball court here in China, especially against the Chinese opponents who invariably don't understand back-side defense." You can tell a lot by hand motions. 

Still, my joy for being here has eclipsed the potential frustrations that come with not knowing the language well enough--but I am still curious, and oblivious. I wonder what all these signs say. What does she mean when she points to that part of my body? I wish I could tell them that clothing may be optional (or so it seems), but it's not necessarily a good thing.  

It's all part of an incredible adventure though, and I look forward to anchoring here. I'm no visitor. This is my home--perhaps forever. Just kidding...but maybe not. We'll see. Before I get ahead of myself, I need to focus on adjusting. There are certainly a number of similarities with the US, especially in light of the extensive Westernization, but there are three times as many differences. Some of them are great and funny and beautiful. Some just don't make any sense. And some will only be discovered when I'm in the middle of them. One of my greatest excitements for living in China is a chance to see the world, experience the world, from a very different perspective. I can't wait to discover the subtleties. Sure, they may annoy, frustrate, and infuriate. But that's part of this life I've jumped into, and I am eager to find out for myself what that entails. 

Enough with the waxing reverie. I don't have many good pictures to post yet, but to at least give you a taste of what my apartment is like, I've decided to dabble in the field of video posting and made this little one:


You'll also be glad to hear I'm slowly collecting some good photos of the college where I teach and the city (Qinhuangdao), so I hope to post some in the next post or two. And of course, I've already got some photos of my students, not to mention plenty of good stories. They are a funny, endearing, earnest, odd bunch--and I think I'm going to love them.   

Justin

P.S. I know you're a smart bunch, but I just have to be sure to realize that the "JC" in the title refers to more than just myself. T
hink about it. 

P.P.S. Please share this blog with others! It's not private like my NYC one was, so invite others (and maybe even list this little project of mine on your own blog's "Hey, check these other blogs out too!" sidebar). Just a little shameless self-promotion for you.