Monday, January 27, 2014

A Slice of China: Classroom Behavior



Classical music drifts down aisles that separate dozens of desks; 13-year-olds rub their closed eyes clockwise, anti-clockwise, up and then down. The classroom is silent except for the mellow tune now outperformed by the loud speaker. Instructions to massage eyes fill the room, an attempt to preserve some form of healthy eye sight among Chinese students. At Foreign Language School, Wuxi, Jiangsu Province, this is a daily duty performed with patience and care. After all, in a Chinese classroom students are forever walking up to the board to read. Poor eyesight is endemic across this country. Students are often required to study more than 12 hours a day and within that process, ruin their eyesight from too much reading.  


Five minutes pass, the music stops, students open their eyes from what seems like a kindergarten afternoon nap, I blurt a wake-up HELLO, and the lesson begins. Debate time. Arguments for proposition and opposition are prepared. Should you be able to eat fast food whenever you want? Does TV make you smart? Is the Chinese style of teaching bad? You, the teacher can take a break, relax, just stop students’ from completing homework from other subjects, and appreciate the fact that participation will come almost naturally in the class. Articulation is in abundance in Chinese classrooms, even when expressed through English.

Sitting close by the students who chat, staring into their eyes in an intense silent confrontation, you will see surprise. Really, would a teacher discipline a student with this type of behaviour? If you are from the western world this might sound like a basic form of authority but here in China, teachers deal with their students through strict disciplinary measures. 


One student walks up to me, he has forgotten my name. And he repeats after me: Martin Volz-ah (Chinese pronunciation). A minute later he approaches me again. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

Several silent seconds pass.

“Yes,” I say hesitantly, at the same time hiding my intrigue.

“Have you watched Silence of The Lambs?”

“Yes, many years ago,” my mind can’t focus exactly on the storyline so I lie.

“Who was your favourite character?”

“I can’t remember, it really was some years ago.”

“Oh OK.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes, I have watched it two times,” the 14-year-old responds.


Towards the end of the lesson, as the debate wrapped up with rebuttals he turns to me across the room and asks a question. I tell him to wait till the end of class. 

“What is best- classical or pop music,” he asks.

“Both have their place with me, classical is good for the soul and focus. Pop brings on some energy and silly fun,” this time I respond truthfully with an involved, mutual answer.


No matter the class or age group you are teaching, it’s insightful to see how humans act. The divide between males and females can be as evident as air pollution. Especially among teenagers, even asking someone from the opposite sex a question can be an energy-sapping experience for the student and teacher, who observes this nervous, unsure interaction with several cringes and frustration. Then, in another class, you have the pre-adolescent male student, who during team games, when girls bend over, will move behind them and pretend to slap their bottom repeatedly. That is of a sexual nature you immediately presume? Not quite. It is just playful, a boy noticing the body, and wanting to be silly with girls. In another year he may perform this funny act with a different interior motive. 


The platform is set in a business class with a role-play discussion about marketing perfume. Adults pull out ammunition: opinion, logic and a naturally competitive desire to be right and win. Talons like those of an eagle might symbolically pass through your mind as these corporate high-flyers get lost in passionate debate about why the company should sell prestigious perfume online, even if its potential customers don’t have access to its smell in a localised boutique perfumery. If your opinion is belittled, what do you do? Find a way to dish out payback: reduce someone else’s effort and most importantly of all, just be heard in the debate. Assert your opinion, even in the classroom. China is Super-Competitive.


It amazes me what activities adult students are absorbed by. One class involved making your own educational health poster. Using crayons I got them to draw posters about what is a health priority for them personally. Issues of body, happiness and eye sight were vocalised. Totally lost in drawing, the students’ effort and interest is riveting. What will the outcome be? Already, as a teacher I feel a sense of fulfilment, but most importantly, the high and likely hope that I too will be satisfied by the upcoming conversation. And I was. 


Students critique one another’s work. Point out the flaws of a first draft. Who is your audience for this poster? Where will it be displayed? All discussions provide such quality insight into how humans educate one another, in and out of the classroom. I, the one who sets the content and activities, sometimes end up walking out of the glass-bowl classroom the bigger student. New ideas swim in my mind. Wow, so much information to process in such a practical situation. And I get paid for it.

Soarin High, Ridin Rich on the Ground Floor

The sky is definitely not the limit here in Shanghai. Pictured, under construction, is the world's second tallest building. Second only to the Burj Khalifa in Dubai, UAE. It's cool to be on the ground in this city too, you know. See what's literally at the base of these three skyscrapers? Mercedes Benz, of course....

Being Civilized in the Public Bathroom

You gotta watch out for this when you are facing the Urinal here in China!

Friday, January 3, 2014

Mekong River


Riding The Mekong to Cambodia



RIDING up the Mekong River is like watching an exhibition of human habitats co-existing with water. Rusty iron warehouses spring from river banks and jut out into the muddy, swirling waters - easy access for passing freight boats and ships to load and unload. Children hang out windows or balconies as if ready to plunge into the rapid, muddy, crocodile-infested torrent. It's all water, iron and bamboo on these shores. 

Billboards advertise crocodile farms. Where? Beneath the dilapidated house built only a meter above water. You can make out a type of wire netting protruding from the water, attached to the bamboo-thatched floor. An eerie feeling creeps up your spine. Imagine sleeping on that bamboo floor while croc eyes blink patiently beneath, waiting for that floor to collapse.... Unlikely to happen though - bamboo is a strong timber. 

As we move closer to the Cambodian border the river seems to spread to the horizon. Pulling up at customs, which is also a substitute temple, the river widens to about 3km. 

Customs itself is a welcoming introduction to Cambodia. Dingoes lay around the garden of the customs building while people admire the golden Buddhist statues. Once passports are stamped, onwards travel abounds. 

Throughout Cambodia the banks of the Mekong are covered with rain forest, a few crops, cows and next to no industry. Temples stand tall in the distance. A contrast with Vietnam's Mekong emerges. Little industry, just agriculture and religion predominate in this politically-fractured country. In fact, the only major infrastructure project I saw in all of Cambodia was on that river too. A giant bridge linking both sides of this small nation is being built. Not even the nation's capital, Phnom Penh (PP), can boast a bridge across this intimidating river. 

PP finally looms in the distance. Unlike most Asian cities you can only make out three high rise buildings in this urban sprawl. Coming in to dock, flags of the world stand tall along the banks. The exciting buzz of restaurants emits from an open-panned building, filled with customers. Old-school cruise ships with French names are docked at the harbor with tourists lounging about getting a deep sun tan. 

Upon arrival at the dock, a small bike taxi which can seat 4 people, picks you up and takes you to your hotel. There is no taxi vehicles in Cambodia, mostly its private rental car and driver - or the cheap and fun option - a bike taxi.  Just as my friends and I arrived at our hostel, a deluge of rain came down, and within 5 minutes the entire street looked like a raging creek. Such are the storms in this part of the world: fast and furious. About 30 minutes later we walked though the shin-high water to have a drink at the nearby bar. 

Food in Cambodia is diverse. You can eat whatever you want there and generally the prices and food quality are good. From local to French, PP has got you covered. The only thing that doesn't taste up to scratch is the local beer. It leaves an overly bitter taste in your mouth, like a chemical residue. Not so refreshing in copious amounts - even if you can get through the first glass to begin with! 



Typically in Asia, there is a sense of compactness and residential areas generally pop up next to places of industry. However, in this quiet country, forests abound and water stretches naturally over the flats, often filled with palm trees and rice fields. Cambodia is mostly undeveloped outside its major tourist attractions and it offers natural sights for sore eyes. Lush green fields and rolling hills straddled with temples are jewels in a continent of factories and cities.

 





Melons and Calves


 A mini-stampede erupts in the distance and dust kicks up. It's dinner time for 14 pet calves. They gallop towards their next meal - a bucket of lucerne, barley, or fresh cut grass. This bucket, gripped tightly in your hand, is the major draw card for the calves as they quickly inch closer to you. The hip-high animals get up close and personal smelling whatever it is you got in the bucket. If they smell grass, freshly cut from the house lawn, they will nearly knock you down like its Saturday afternoon football to get their nostrils up close on the green juice. If it's something more exotic that the calves haven't tried before, like watermelon skin, then they will be a little reluctant at first until they have acquired a taste.

That was the case when I held out watermelon skin for one adventurous calf to try. The herd leader, a heifer (young female cow) edges closer to the me and the bucket of feed. She smells and licks my hand. Livestock, like a lot of animals, prefer to smell and taste instead of utilizing their sense of vision. It's not unusual to see sheep and cattle walking up to water and then smelling it before they drink.

Once the herd leader had chewed away at one piece of skin, it didn't take long for the others to follow suit. I'm sure they thought it was refreshing for such a hot day. 

Besides eating watermelon skin, the calves are fed energy pellets (calcium, corn and other grains compacted into small cylindrical capsules) and barley every afternoon. 


 One of the best things about being on a property is feeding animals, especially when they learn the routine. Every afternoon at about 5PM the calves wait around until they hear the motorbike. Then they run alongside you to the feeding troughs. Dinner time....