It was time to get out. It was the sixth week of overtime summer course, and everyone in my school was rapidly approaching mental collapse. So when the opportunity to leave for an offsite summer camp arose, I jumped at it. I was so ready to be done with summer course I didn’t even care… Continue reading You Have Always Been the Teacher Here
It’s some weeks past my six month anniversary of landing in China, and while I haven’t really had time for a full post mortem I have tried to reflect a bit. In living in another country I wanted to grow. I wanted to push myself out of my comfort zone and learn, I wanted to… Continue reading I Am Moana
My kids spent the entire class talking about how they wanted to eat me. We were learning how to request food, and they got the hang of it real quick. “Can I have some Grace spaghetti, please? I’d like some Grace pizza, please.” “Do you have any Grace H?” (Grace H. is my coteacher for… Continue reading Putao Laoshi
Sometimes I wonder about all the alternate universe versions of myself. Somewhere out there is all the different lives I would be living if I had taken a step in a different direction at a different moment. Somewhere out there is a version of myself who never stopped writing poetry and never burned out… Continue reading Don’t Open Any of These Other Doors
For Chinese kids, summer means….more school! Our schools offer heavier course loads, and we’re all teaching twice as many classes, days as well as nights. The kids are a little more hyper, and the teachers are a little more cranky. I was half asleep, kimchi squatting in the hallway after my morning classes, waiting for… Continue reading Zhongguoren Incognito, Part 608353987
My second or third year of college, a hashtag started trending on Twitter. I don’t remember the specific hashtag (shame on a millennial), but it was about clapping back against the sexualization of Asian women. Scrolling through the tweets nearly brought me to tears (a Twitter first and probably last). It was just an @… Continue reading Ey Where the White Men At?
In all honesty, I have been feeling insecure about my Chinese skills for a while now. Learning characters is a torturous slog, and is starting to spawn a new source of frustration. When friends text me in Chinese, I translate them on my phone to find that I would’ve in fact understood the sentence if… Continue reading Zhongguoren Incognito