October 2, 2009

School daze…

Filed under: Japan — Tags: , , , , , , — Bryan @ 12:00 pm

The post all my friends have been waiting for:  elementary school adventures.  The moment people found out I was teaching elementary school – hilaried emails, jocular chats, and chuckled phone calls were my gifts.  Today, you get one story:

Between classes there is a 10 minute break in which children run while, chasing each other and playing games.  Often, this is unsupervised by any teacher.  Typically, I am ignored or greeting with fly-by ‘hellos.’  Today, I began to write on the board [every class begins with the date, day, and weather in English].  I feel a bump against my buttocks.  Not unusual, kids run into me all the time.  I feel it again with a definite smack feeling.  I peer over my shoulder to find a little child, complete with glasses, smacking my bottom.  I continue to look at him and he says something in Japanese.  I say, ‘What?’ To which he looks at me, shouts ‘OH MY GOD’ and smacks my bottom with the fervor of a fat man eating pie.  One final smack with a karate-like battle cry and the little one was off on a new adventure.

Oh…there is more to com, just you wait…

February 11, 2009

When you lose a language…

Filed under: Hong Kong — Tags: , , , , , — Bryan @ 10:42 am

A topic that often comes up in my curriculum and pedagogy courses is Medium of Instruction. Prior to the 1997 handover, English was the favored language of education [EMI] in primary and secondary schools.    After the handover, a mess occurred.  Some schools switched to teaching in Chinese [CMI] while a few kept English.  Regardless of the problems of language learning this created, it quickly resulted in EMI schools rising to the top of rankings and desire of parents – particularly because the universities of Hong Kong [namely HKU] teach in English.  English was, and often still is, viewed as the language to success in Hong Kong.  But with the ever growing influence of Mainland China in the world, a newfound identity, and a desire to restore ties with the Mainland, Putongua [Mandarin] has also become a medium of instruction in some primary schools.  So, EMI & PMI & CMI…students could potientially recieve their education through three different languages.   

Well, “three” different languages in a way.  Cantonese and Putongua have an odd relationship.  Cantonese speakers always seem down on the language.    I’ve heard officials from the government say Cantonese is only a dialect.  When I tell them I am learning they just say, “Oh…learn Mandarin.”  They say that Cantonese has no writing, despite the fact when I teach and use a Cantonese dictionary to help Putongua speakers build vocabulary they shake their head and say, “um..that’s Cantonese.”  Regardless of my feelings about the categorization of Cantonese as language or whatnot, this story gets a little more interesting.

Based on the student’s responses on this day, I posed a question: What if Hong Kong schools stopped using Cantonese as a medium of instruction?  What if Hong Kong officials decided to only teach in PMI and EMI?  Their answer baffled me.  They would be perfectly fine with it, whatever needs to be done so that their kids can make money.  I asked if they saw any problem with this – if it might be a problem if their kids or grandkids didn’t know Cantonese?  Aside from problems communicating with them, no problem at all.  In the end, only one student said that she thought it would be a little sad if the Cantonese language died out.

Having taught in areas where languages are dying and people are desparately trying to preserve their cultures against an ever encroaching world, this really struck me.  I found myself defending Cantonese in the class.  I’ve never been in a place where a group of people said their native language wasn’t important.  I know that this isn’t probably the feeling of the majority of Hong Kongers, but an entire class decided it would be ok to lose their language if it meant securing economic prosperity.  Even after writing this, I’m still flabergasted.  It just makes me sad.

November 13, 2008

Guess who went ICE skating…

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , , — Bryan @ 7:52 am

On Monday, We took the Model UN students out for a celebration dinner.  Nearby the resturaunt (in Festival Walk) there is a ice skating rink.  Although I was nervous, entertaining horror visions of falling, snapping my arm, and then some little five year old skating guru slicing off my fingers, I went for the gold.  Turns out, I’m a regular Bryan Boitano.  Actually, I can only get going really fast and then coast.  One of the students commented that I skated like a drunk man, no fear and wildly out of control.  BUT, I only fell one time – which I counted as a major victory.  Anyway, it was a grand time. 

Here is a picture of some of the ETAs and our students [others were just too busy tearing up the rink to stop!]:

model-un-ice

September 3, 2008

Chinese games with students

Filed under: Hong Kong — Tags: , , , , — Bryan @ 5:43 pm

One night, I ran into several 1st year students in the lobby, who were playing card games.  Since I like to corner students, I said hello and simply sat in the room while they finished their game.  Finally, either through the awkwardness of me simply sitting in the room or their gathering up the courage, they introduced themselves to me.  They invited me to play UNO Attack, which I have never played.  It is fairly similar to UNO, but just different enough to be really confusing with a language barrier.  There is a dispenser you press, which may give you no cards or several, sputtering them out like projectiles.  Each burst had the students jumping, oooing, awing, and laughing when a player received a pile of cards.

Quickly, we progressed to new (to me) Chinese card games.  The first, basically translated as ‘Pull on the Thick Blanket.’  Players have piles of cards, a la War, and the first player starts by throwing out a a card and saying “Ace,” the next throws a card and says, “Two,” and so on until Jack, Queen, and King.  Simple enough, until the card thrown is the card that was said (for example, the 2 of clubs lands when a player says, “Two.”).  Then, every player must thrust his hand onto the pile of cards.  The last hand in has to pick up all the cards.  After you run out of cards, you have to successfully NOT be the last hand in TWO more times in order to win.  Of course, hands are slapped in hard, which is why soon – yours truly will likely be known as Apple Red Hands.

The second card game we played translates basically into “Level Seven Pig.”  I know…my first thought was, “Goodie,”  especially when they said the loser would be “punished.” The object of the game is to collect a four of a kind and put your hand on your nose the quickest.  If a player rushed towards his nose, get your hand their quicker than everyone else. The last player to do this is assigned ‘Level 1.’  If any player speaks to that player, they become ‘Level 1.’  The card game starts over, and again, get the four, get your hand on your nose.  If you fail again, you are a ‘Level 2.’  You can see how the game works.  Repeatedly, you try to get the four, touch your nose, and avoid talking to the people in the upper levels (for fear that you will join them – and be closer still to the dreaded ‘Level 7 Pig’).  The people in the upper levels try to get you to talk to them, so that everyone is in higher levels. Finally, someone becomes Level 7 and the game is over.  But the fun is just beginning.

One of the students finally reached Level 7 (I played masterfully and managed to stay at Level 3), and they all turned to me for a fun punishment. I suggested that she sing ‘I’m a little teapot,‘ which was greeted by laughter.  She confessed that she didn’t know the English words, but that she could sing it in Cantonese with the motions.  So, the punishment for our game was that the student had to sing and dance for the other players.

Finally, we played possibly the silliest game ever.  A person sits in a chair, with their eyes closed, while the others run in a circle around them.  The chair points and whoever is closest has to say a phrase.  I never could quite figure out what we were suppose to say, but it was close to “I am a bear.” The person picked attempts to disguise their voice, and the chair person tries to guess their name.  If the chair is correct, the picked person goes to the chair.  Either way, everyone then runs like mad in the circle, repeating and repeating and repeating.  The benefit of this game is that I now know ALL of those students’ names (even their Chinese names).  I also got to practice my Cantonese, which is still atrocious.  All of the students were good natured, though, smiling and acted impressed by my atonal sounds. And, after a few hands of cards, the students seemed more comfortable speaking English in front of me. Good times…

September 1, 2008

Apples and other red items…

Filed under: Hong Kong — Tags: , , , — Bryan @ 5:31 pm

By the title, you’d think this entry was about HK fruits, the glorious abundance of new colorful and oddly shaped produce in the markets.  These strange purplish, knobbed green, and odd smelling wonders would serve a blogger well for multiple entries.  Well – you thought wrong – ping gwo or Apple, refers to yours truly.  Apparently, due to my rosy red cheeks, I have earned a nickname which is easily remembered by every single HKIed student on campus. These ruby wonders can flare up at the onset of heat, the minute alcohol touches my lips, or at the onset of mild embarrassment.  Heat and embarrassment are in no short supply here – not to mention, I’m always a little ruddy anyway. Students began moving in today and apparently they all know my name, or at least ‘Apple’.  

It really helps that I got a wicked sunburn from Adventure Shipping. Seriously…

In other items, students are moving into the dorms like hordes of ants upon a sugar cube.  Some scramble in fear when they see me, taking the stairs instead of the elevator or vice versa.  Some, beam and smile and say hello.

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