We get one story, you and I, and one story alone.
God has established the elements, the setting, the climax and the resolution.
It would be a crime not to venture out, wouldn't it?



Friday, May 4, 2012

39 of 69

Tonight I was sitting at a restaurant and glanced at the menu. 

I recognized 39 of the 69 characters on the page. 

It's been an amazing journey down the rapids of the Mandarin River. Chinese is so opposite of English - sight, sound, stroke; but after a year and eight months, I'm not as clueless as I once was. 

When I first landed in China, I didn't care about characters, I was totally concentrated on eating. Every word I learned was memorized in the pursuit of food. If I could speak, I could eat. 

But around February last year, I had a mental metamorphosis. Instead of just ignoring Chinese characters on menus, signs and text messages, I began to search and identify the few that I recognized. Well, the more I studied, the more I recognized. And slowly the pieces of the puzzle weren't so jumbled and gray. The pieces were coming together. And just like when a kid with eye issues puts on glasses fro the first time the fuzziness becomes clear, so my China life has been getting a little less fuzzy every day. 

Hopefully in a month I'll know 44 of the 69. And next year, hopefully 55 of the 69. 

When in Rome...

米佳

40 Maos

Every month I walk down to the school office and pick up four brown envelopes. Inside each envelope are 40 red Mao faces staring at me. 

That's how we (the four Oral English teachers) are paid each month. 

A stack of Maos. 

A rubber band. 

A brown envelope. 

Picking up my salary makes me feel like a crystal meth dealer and / or pimp, but it's how we do business here in the Middle Kingdom. 

- mjr -

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Cloister No More

The Cloister is no more. 

The Real Men of Cloister (sung in the "Real Men of Genius" melody) dwindled from three to two. When Uncle Tim returned to the Motherland, twas only Joe and I. The rent was too high and it was too palatial just for two. So we packed up. 

Taking down my posters of John Wayne and Lambeau Field, pictures of Chinese friends, twin Chinese and American flags and putting them in boxes felt like I was taking down memories and putting them in cardboard safes. 

I took a look in the mirror one last time, wondering if I recognized the man looking back at me. Wondering if he would recognized the boy who moved in a year and a half ago. 

The Cloister was the only Chinese home I've ever known. I'll never forget when Ted opened up the door that read, "306" in a red oval and said, "Welcome home!" And there it was, nasty brown couch, breakfast nook, bowling alley living room, slick imitation marble floors, naked walls.

As I closed that door that read, "306" for the last time and saw for the last time a nastier brown couch that held countless friends and had been spilled on more times than Elizabeth Taylor gets married. 

That breakfast nook where I spent so many mornings eating my yogurt and oatmeal and so many late nights prepping and procrastinating. 

That bowling alley living room where friends were Washed and Welcomed into His Family, where Michael Jackson dance parties were hosted, where Christmas presents were wrapped and opened, where Thanksgiving tables were loaded down with food and friends now family gathered close.

Those slick imitation marble floors that were always dusty and made for phenomenal shuffling. 

Those naked walls that weren't always bare. Where John Wayne once hung; where the Red White and Blue kissed the Red Chinese flag; where schedules stood; where pictures of my two families (American and Chinese) lived. Those walls weren't always naked. 

Our new abode is The Abbey: a glorious manly castle on the 17th floor perch. An awesome apartment we are blessed to have. 

When I was unpacking my gear a four days after the move I discovered what I forgot. (I always forget something on a trip. It's never a question of, "Did I forget anything?" But rather, "What did I forget?") My Chacos! My favorite pair of sandals. They were wedged in a lonely corner of the dresser I was too lazy to inspect. 

I had already turned in my keys to the new owners, but I knew my friend Amber still had a spare, so I snagged it and set off to the 'ol Cloister to retrieve my Chacos. 

It's about 10:30pm four days after the move and I'm not sure what to expect. I knock on the door. Nothing. So I slide in the key and give it a twist...

Darkness, but when my eyes adjusted I didn't recognize where I was. About twenty office cubicles with computers and black chairs. Freshly painted walls. Extreme makeover Cloister addition. The lights didn't work so I crept through my old home in the darkness guided by the light on my cell phone. I was no longer the host but an intruder. My old bedroom was now a big fancy office. It's amazing how quickly the Cloister was transformed into a business office. China is a land of constant morphing and transformation. Nothing is permanent everything is in a state of murky impermanence.  

 No Chacos. 

Then I peeked in the bathroom and there they were, resting against the wall as if someone knew I'd come back for them. With a sigh of relief and after a farewell whizz I crept out of the house I once called "home," and left the key next to the door and closed the door for the last time. 

米佳


Saturday, January 14, 2012

Christmas Kareoke

It was a beautiful thing to see...

Joyce, our English department leader, asked Becca and a I to host a Christmas party at school. We agreed with a smile. I tossed together a quick PowerPoint and Beccs alerted the masses the day before, but we thought attendance would be around 20 or 30 kids. It was the week before exams, before the talent show, during lunch break. Who wants to go to a lame gringo Christmas party when you can be texting on your iPhone 4s while eating delightfully spicy street food? How wrong we were.


Beccs and I open the door to the auditorium and there are at least 300 kids waiting for the party to get rocking! There are 299 seats in the auditorium and it was pretty much standing room only. It was amazing and humbling and loud and nerve-wracking all rolled into a ball and dunked into a stew of teenage body odor.


Beccs and I went into entertainer mode. We sang, "Angels We Have Heard on High," "Joy to the World," "Silent Night," "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" by Jackson 5 (China loves MJ more than life itself) and finally "All I Want for Christmas is You" by Mariah Carey. We belted out these Christmas classics with a huge smile, thinking what an awesome opportunity to sing "Silent Night" in the public school with 300 precious kids who had never sung it before. I've sung "Silent Night" since I was a fetus, but this time it is seared into my brain as the most memorable.

Then we had a scavenger hunt where they had to go and find ten things - from a picture with a teacher to a 串 stick to a right size 40 shoe (don't worry, Chinese sizes aren't the same, that's like a size 10). The groups came back sweaty and breathing heavily and excited to have completed the mission that didn't involve studying or getting a grade. One group just drew all the objects on a piece of paper. Clever.

I'll never forget walking into that auditorium and seeing all those eyes light up. Wow! This kind of stuff doesn't happen in the States.
米佳

Christmas with Colt & Connie



My second favorite moment this year (right behind that time in October when I flossed while watching Aaron Rodger highlights on NFL.com) was our Christmas party.

The FOC Christmas Party is a beautiful thing. There is a kids party which is comparable to a nine month old Siberian Husky drinking three Red Bulls in one minute. It's crazy awesome. At least 150 kids singing songs about their Savior and playing that one game where you put on all the winter attire as fast as you can. It's a blast.

Then there's the adult party where 200 of our friends come from across this great city and gather together for two hours to celebrate our friendship and our Messiah's arrival. It's like a instant battery recharge to see how grand our mission is. To meet so many of Josh, Joe, Teri, Brock, Hannah, Jon, Kim, Amber, Megan, Dani, Heitdke, Tim, and Heather's friends. Sometimes in life we get comfortable and complacent in our rut, but then something happens and we zoom out and get the big picture. The party is one of those "big picture / praise Him" moments.

Also, it was Colt McCoy and Connie Winters' debut on CCTV 17 (In China, the channels are all ChinaCableTeleVision. So the channels go from CCTV 1 - 8. There is no CCTV 17). Becca Balge played the classy yet sassy Connie Winters and I was the jolly khaki-wearin' Colt McCoy. We were the news reporters for our skit which took place in Bethlehem. It was a big moment in Colt and Connie's careers.

I can't wait till next year's party!
米佳

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

"Jessie was Burnt."

Christmas time is the perfect time to witness.

We taught our kids the true meaning of Christmas - a Baby King's crazy arrival from heaven to a dark and dirty cave, sent here to set us free.

Before the semester ended we had a Sounds of the USA exam. My last question was, "What is the true meaning of Christmas?" Here are a few gems...


Jessie was burnt.  (Crissie)

The birthday of Jes - (sorry I can't spill his name). (Sasha)

CHRIST means "God's Son." MAS means "Savior." (Jennie)

Thanks for Jesus Christ and celebrate the birthday of God. (In God we trusting!!) (Fred)

The days that Judies (I don't know how to spell his name, sorry God.) (Aurora)

It's "Christ" and "mas." The juises birthday. (Steven)

The day Jisass burned. (Victor)

The God was borning on that day. (Nico D. Lilith)

Jesus's birthday. It means a holy birth and happiness is going to fall to our world. It's a happy day. means sharing and happiness. (Ivy)

Jelous birthday. (Whitenight)

God. (Alice)

Trick-or-treat. Jack-o-lantern. (Gretl)

米佳

Name that Junior 3

Last year I gave you the odd all-star names of my 440 Junior 1s last year, well I have a new crop of laughs for you. Here are the dream team of names from the green-sweat-suit-wearing-socially-self-concsious Junior 3s (freshmen). Sit down, grab a stale Christmas cookie and enjoy.


GIRLS

Ida
Anily
Vongola
Mr. Simple
Faline
Nole
Krenz
Whitenight
Bay
Xenia
Dream
Sabrina
Camille


BOYS

Muzily 
Adolf
Lionel Messi 
Michael to the Ninth (he has 9 namecards proudly displayed on his desk :)
Moonlight
PPP
Sheldon
Yanbo Fang
Numb
Billups
Kael
Barret


NAMES THAT I'VE GIVEN...

Rufio
Caesar
Gretl
Texas
Danton
Colt
Ayo
Ezra
Geronimo
Darius



NAMES THAT I YEARN TO GIVE...

Asbestos
Ghadafi
Nantucket
Bing
Bic
Trinidad
Tobago
Amerigo Vaspucci
Dos Equis
the Duke
John Wayne
Snoop A'loop
E Pluribus Unum
Coldstone
Q'doba
Chipotle
Dwide Schrude
WD40


JUNIOR 2 NAME MUTATIONS...

Herry
Holy Herry Hole


Tom
Tom RMB


Soup
Mr. Soup Black


Xie Xie Ni

Xie xie ni.

Thank you.

Thank you for reading my blog, for staying in tune with my life even though we are oceans away. It really makes me feel like I'm not forgotten when someone says, "Micah, why haven't you written anything on your blog this month? What's up man?" It makes me feel like I can someway and somehow give you a taste of China's culture, language, people, places, pulse, and thirst for the Water of Life.

This may be the first post you have ever read or maybe it's the 143rd (Mama Pajama!), I want to say thank you.  Xie xie ni. 

Your brother,
-mi jia-

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Puberty Chronicles, Part II




 OCTOBER 2011


Adolf has an arsenal of weapons in his desk. He surrendered the knife before class, and had a gun taken by Mr. Micah during class. He may or may not be a 13-year-old Dwight K. Schrute. 

When we teach "Chill out" for Sounds of the USA. We teach the kids a soothing motion with your hands, like gently rolling wave. Well, Sheldon stands up and looks like a piano player that's been hit by lightning and screams, "Chill out!" It was a life-altering moment.

Sheldon acts out throwing-up, ends up looking like “Thriller” which Mr. Micah and Miss Balge act out in unison.

We finally get the HOLES copies, and then Mr. Micah staples his fingers together and bleeds on our copies.

Dick changes his name to “Dixon”. It is revealed that he did indeed know what his name meant all along.

John continues his “game” of “how many mini paper boats can I stick in Mr. Micah’s and Miss Balge’s pants' pockets during the course of 1 class period?”

June (the student formally known as David) strokes Mr. Micah’s adam’s apple with his lanky fingers/fingernails to see if he is sick.


NOVEMBER 2011


Kevin and his nasty cheek hair that he that he refuses to part with. It must be a Chinese symbol of manhood.
Miss Balge gives a speech about telling your parents everything is fine when it isn’t, and the class hears
her say something to the effect of “I HATE CHINA. CHINA IS BAD. CHINA IS NOT GOOD.”

Mr. Micah tries to talk to Linda, who gets scared and starts tip-toeing away as if he can’t see her.
Henry gives the “I’m a champion” face when asked to eat 800 chuan in 5 minutes.

Will confirms his sexuality by bringing the pastel ceramic mug to class.

Sherry almost breaks the “noise machine” all on her own during our “We got spirit yes we do! We got spirit how bout you!” cheer.

Jr 2s consistently pronouncing “Dantes” as “Dentist”

Some Jr 2 boys bond before class in ways where they should have washed their hands afterwards.

Bubba tells me he is only “so-so” today. Turns out this is because a boy in front of him keeps showing him a half-naked picture of a soccer player. And Bubba is bothered by this because he is apparently a prude.

At some point before class begins, a boy in Class 5 throws up. I am kept from walking in it when Henry starts screaming, “Miss Balge!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!! NOOOO!!!!!” The perp walks out of the room in shame and the class takes 10 minutes to fully “chill out” after these disgusting/upsetting/hilarious events.

Bob “crowd surfs” past Miss Balge and Mr. Micah with his arms raised. But not before bumping and grinding on them. He could have gone around the podium and avoided this “traffic jam”, but this is clearly the way Bob wanted it.

Mr. Keith proudly displays a monster name tag – newspaper pyramid that is dripping with testosterone.

Before class Sheldon asks Miss Balge “what does your headband mean? Is it for a ninja? Does it symbolize power?” “No Sheldon. It means I woke up 4 minutes before I needed to leave my apartment.”

Michael Michael Michael from Jr. 3 Class 1. (He has 3 nametags loud and proud on his desk.)

The Thanksgiving “follow the leader” game in memory of Mr. Matt. “Heeeey boys”

The Bubba, The Bubba, please pass the Bubba.

Miss Balge locks the children out of the auditorium, and can’t open the door herself.


DECEMBER 2011


Frank “milks” Mr. Micah’s fingers while he is chatting with students before class.
 
Mr. Micah and Miss Balge are asked to be in a play called “Baibie as the Island Princess” 10 minutes before the group is going to try out. It didn’t not go well…..

At the talent show, two Junior 3s, Angelo and Nash, rap in Chinese. In the last verse comes a little English that makes us beam with pride, “We got spirit yes we do! We got spirit yes we do!” “See you later Alligator. After while Crocodile. Can’t forget Mr. Micah’s smile.” Those five words made this job so worth it.

Mr. Michael from class #1 sensed that his popularity increases with every name tag he has on his desk. Last class of the semester he proudly displayed nine name tags! What a man! There was no room to write anything, but he didn’t care.

Saking delves into the dark side with his comic strip project entitled, “Not For Children”. The story began with Danglars getting a sex change in Thailand and ended with him falling in love with Judge Villefort and sleeping with him in a VIP room at a KTV.

Miss Helen reveals the sense of hopelessness and insane pressure that suffocates so many Chinese students by having Edmond Dantes get his revenge against Judge Villefort and Danglars by turning them into Chinese eigth graders. This talented student pulls back the veil offers us a brief glimpse at her life:

Next day, Danglars and Judge Villefort became two students of the Beida Middle School. They had to do lots of things, such as:  did homework, had class all day, and a test everyday…

They couldn’t have time to have a rest, they were tired and unhappy. Everynight, they had to do homework until midnight. In the morning, they must get up at 5:00. But the worst thing:  has they must do this things day by day, month by month, and year by year  until they passed away.  


These kids are a joy to teach.I'm glad Beccs and I can share these memories together.
米佳




Christmas Cards

Here are two Christmas cards I got from students. They are delightfully cute and painfully honest.


To:  Micah

Merry Christmas! Happy New Year!

I love your class very much! It's very interesting. I hope you will be more handsome. 

Happy every day!
Wendy

...

I really enjoyed your class. 

"Chuan'r" [my favorite lamb shishkabob]

I learned a lot. Thanks! Oral English is fun. full of joy and laughter. Your body language is dramatic :) And when you are serious, you can be really serious, like when you were teaching history and other things. 

Christmas is coming, 

Merry Christmas!
Ava