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         My Chinese sister, Li Xiaolian (Cathy), and I finally accomplished a 10-year goal: for the two of us to meet up in the pool together for me to give her a swimming lesson. We’ve talked about it for years but it wasn’t until this past Saturday morning that we finally succeeded.

Cathy and I finally make it for our first swimming lesson.

          Seeing us giggling, speaking in English and splashing around in the water caused quite a stir among other pool patrons. They marveled at Cathy’s English and my skills at teaching strokes. We certainly made the most of that 10-year wait, the length of time our friendship began in 1993 with my arrival in Luzhou.

Our Friendship

My Chinese sister, Cathy, and me

          Cathy is the former Dean of the English Department at our college. This is why we know each other so well, but she left 6 years ago to take up another faculty position at the Luzhou Police College, located up the road from us.
             In the past, I’ve written about Cathy, including her son’s matriculation into a top Beijing university. As was the custom, Cathy and her husband threw a huge celebratory party to invite friends, family and neighbors to share in their happiness. It’s hard to believe that blog was written 4 years ago with photos of a young, 18-year-old “Jack” heading off to study.
            Now he is graduating and will be working as an engineer for the Army, which gave him a full-ride scholarship to attend the top engineering school in the country. His mom’s hope is for him to be stationed in Chengdu, quite near Luzhou, so that she can see him more often. He is their only child and, as all one-child policy parents, is their greatest pride and joy.
             As for Cathy, who is my age, we’ve kept in touch over the years that I’ve been gone from Sichuan. We consider ourselves sisters, sharing everything of importance about our lives, families and personal secrets.

Cathy has decided to teach me to play mahjong. Here she gathered her friends together and invited me along.

A Missed Opportunity Due To A Stupid Mistake

            As mentioned before, Cathy and I share everything, including her darkest and most regrettable time in life.
             This happened about 5 years ago, when Cathy’s dream of entering the PhD program at the prestigious Beijing University came to a stunning end.
             PhD programs in China are very difficult to get into, especially for us older folk. Programs place age limits on candidates, rarely taking anyone in their 40s. Yet Cathy, then 43, managed to get her application accepted and with permission from the Police College, she was allowed to attend the PhD entrance examinations held in Beijing. (Note: College faculty in China must get permission from school leaders to take exams to enter any higher education program. This is why it’s always best to have excellent relationships with the higher-ups. If you don’t, most likely you’ll be out of luck when you are looking for favors.)
             The Beijing University entrance exams were a 3-day affair. Cathy arrived early to study and brush up on all that would be required of her. This included an English language interview, held in the afternoon after her basic English test was to be taken.
            She had exams in Chinese philosophy, Chinese education and other noteworthy topics designed for those entering any PhD program. She had studied and prepared for this for over 6 months.
The fundamental English exam, however, was to be the easiest one.
           With her vast experience in the language, not to mention all the educational articles she’d had published in English and her excellent verbal skills, the one test she knew she’d easily pass was that one.
        After her test was finished that morning, she headed over in the afternoon for the one-on-one English language interview. I was such a success that the interviewers couldn’t help but tell her that of all the candidates, her English ability ranked the top.
        That evening, Cathy told me she went to bed with soaring hopes of getting excellent results the next day.
         And excellent results she did get.
         She was called into the dean’s office where all her marks far outshone every other candidate that they had interviewed, a total of 5. All the marks, however, except one: The basic English exam, where she had not only failed miserably but gotten the lowest score.
            “How is that possible??!!!” she asked in shock.
            It seems that from question 2, Cathy had mistakenly missed answering a question on her test paper but continued to fill in her ovals. In other words, from Question 2 onward, all the answers she completed were wrong due to her not paying attention to the number she was answering.
            This disastrous mistake cost her dearly.
           She was not accepted into the Beijing University PhD program, despite being their top candidate, although they told her she could try again next year. Her heart was broken, however. She confided in me she cried for almost 2 weeks straight before finally accepting this fact and leaving her dream of a doctorate degree behind her.

Happier Times

The last time I saw Jack (Cathy’s son) was in this photo, taken 4 years ago as he was about to embark on his freshman year in Beijing.

             Five years later, Cathy’s energetic spirit has returned and we can now enjoy spending time together after my 3-year absence. In fact, this evening we’ll be meeting up for a family dinner . . . of sorts. Cathy is scheming with her best friend to do a little match-making: her son (Jack) and her friend’s daughter (Lily). Lily will be attending this little family dinner along with myself.
           Will romantic sparks be flying? We shall see!

           Until next report, here’s wishing you Ping Ahn (Peace) for your July 4th celebrations.

The School Year Ends!

            The school year has finally ended! At least for me, anyway.
My final courses of the year are over and done with as of last Friday, with the re-take test for those who failed my literature course.
             Friday’s second-time-around test for the 12 Qing Hai University students who failed my literature final proved a good thing. Every student but one received a 60 and passing mark. If not for poor, clueless Jack (Dan Jian Nuo Bi), a Tibetan from Qing Hai province, I’d have had 100% student rate for passing all my courses.

The Struggle of Our Qing Hai Students

            It’s always hardest for the Qing Hai students who come here to attend school in Sichuan. Our college started this branch school alliance 6 years ago. Those in the 3-year certificate program (not the 4-year degree program) are placed here to complete their education instead of staying on the university campus in Qing Hai province.
            And let me tell you, adjustment to this area takes some getting used to.
            Qing Hai province runs deep into undeveloped Western China. It touts a crisp, cool New England climate, not the sweltering summer heat, deep humidity and sub-tropical weather we have here. The horrible 90 plus degree temps we’ve experienced these past 2 weeks has made our Qing Hai group melt into puddles on the classroom floor. Their energy level zapped; their diligence to learn squelched by the unbearable heat.
           Add to this the food, which is another troublesome spot. The spicy Sichuan hot peppers swimming in every dish, as well as very traditional southwestern dishes, make for unhappy, upset stomachs. All semester, I’ve had our far-to-the-west students come to me, hands on their stomachs as they double over in pain, asking for leave because they are feeling sick.
             Then there’s the strong, Sichuan accent to deal with. Most of the Qing Hai students (a majority of Tibetan nationality) find no comfort in living here, hardly able to understand what any native Sichuanese is saying. They mostly stick together on our campus, speaking Tibetan or Qing Hai dialect while staying far away from our Sichuan students at the college.
           To make them even more different, there’s no difficulty spotting them among the 8,000 Han Chinese who are here. Their habits, mannerisms and dark-skinned appearance are a dead give-away they aren’t from here. The rugged, tall, handsome guys are bedecked in jewelry, pierced ears and long hair. The girls boast flowing tresses down to the waist while their Muslim sisters are crowned in brightly colorful head scarves. This look is far different from the cosmopolitan youth of this province who wear trendy clothes and the latest short-cropped hairstyle.

Our rugged, hardy Qing Hai guys, hanging out on the campus lawn which certainly sets them apart from others. No Sichuanese would be caught dead sitting on the ground. A majority of Chinese consider that dirty.

            In other words, our Qing Hai 2,000 from the far grasslands of China really struggle in this alien environment.
             So for them, I have a soft spot, especially for our poor Jack.
He couldn’t speak a stitch of English in my class, nor even read it out loud, so my guess is that his parents forced him into this major. I can imagine them insisting an English major would offer him better opportunities, better jobs, better chances of leaving the difficult countryside life which is currently theirs. He is probably the first in the family to go to college, and, sad to say, most likely he shouldn’t.
             Jack has little aptitude or desire for study. The 8,000 yuan ($1,300) for his yearly tuition probably could have been better spent on his siblings. (Minority families, such as Tibetans, are allowed more than one child. Most have 2 or 3 children.)
That was quite apparent by his attendance in my class. He missed 8 of 12 classes this semester.
              The fact that he copied word for word from the essay of his classmate during the re-take test also hints at an inability to function at any English level, much less one for an English major.
Thus Jack, and only Jack, is my one failed student for the entire school year.
             I do wonder if he’ll even return next semester after going home this summer. My guess is probably not.

What’s Happening with Me!

               And the next question is: Will I even know about Jack’s fate, given that I won’t be teaching here again until the 2014-2015 school year?
            Yes, final decisions have been made after my Sichuan work visa was denied for the 2013-2014 school year. (See previous blog for explanation on why that happened.)
            It is official: I have been granted study leave for half a year with the other half spent in the States.
           I will be enrolled again in Sichuan University’s Chinese language program from August to February. (This is in Sichuan’s capital city, Chengdu, 3 ½ hours away from Luzhou.) From March to July, I will be in the States itinerating and doing as much PR work for the Amity Foundation as possible.
             During my China time, I will be visiting my apartment on the campus here once a month during weekends to make sure everything is in proper order. While I’m in the States, I will have my Chinese friend check up on things for me. (As mentioned before, the school has graciously allowed me to keep my things in the school apartment.)
              During my US time, I will be visiting churches within my own conference and others if I am scheduled in. My home base will be at my parents’ home in Marshall, Illinois, which will certainly be a blessing. My mother and I have been struggling for years trying to clean out the house during my brief landings.
               Needless to say, nothing much has ever gotten done.
              With this extended time period, I think we have a good chance of finally accomplishing something worth cheering about.
             Until next report, here’s wishing you Ping An (peace) from along the Yangtze.

             Last I left off, a new 1-week holiday had been thrown at us, causing school leaders to cut the semester 2 weeks shorter than expected. Everyone was left scrambling to fit testing into any time slot available, then working madly to calculate semester grades to be recorded into the computers. I wasn’t the only one running around at top stress mode. The tension in the school’s classrooms and our English offices filled the atmosphere with frantic frenzy.
           It wasn’t pleasant.
          On Friday morning, June 7, I finished up everything that needed done and headed off to Sichuan’s capital city, Chengdu, for a respite from the hassles thrust upon us. I needed time to recuperate before returning to finish out the rest of the school year with our branch school students from Qing Hai University. Their school year doesn’t end until July 5.

Chengdu News: Swimming at the City’s Natatorium

This was my hang-out with my male swimming buddies, every morning fo a week.

            I must say, it was a relaxing week and one much needed.
            I met up with my neighbors from years ago during my language study. I usually rent a room in my old apartment complex because it’s an area I know well. Everyone welcomed me back, wondering if I was there to stay.
             Daily jaunts to the Meng Zhui Wan Swimming Pool had me meeting up with all my swimming buddies from the winter. This swimming complex has 4 outdoor pools, a water park and an indoor pool as well. The indoor pool is going through repairs during the summer so we are all forced outside, into the sizzling rays of sunshine, for our lap swims.
            Chinese women dislike dark skin so I was one of the very few women to swim with the guys in the mornings. We all greeted one another before and after work-outs, which made me feel quite special. All that male attention, even from the older men, is appreciated by a woman of my age!
              Over the years, I have noticed the swimming crowds at this pool as well as others in China are growing. Years ago, swimming was considered a wealthy sport. The cost of $3-5 for a swim was too expensive for most to afford. A huge luxury meant only for the upper classes. In fact, I enjoyed at times being the only person in my lane to swim.
             Not so anymore.
             Now, swimming has become a sport of choice for quite a few in all income ranges. Swimming lessons are a huge draw for metropolitan parents wishing to keep their kids busy during the summer holidays. The lifeguards often have their hands full giving lessons to classes of 30 – 40 kids early morning in the training pools while the rest of us enjoy our swimming times in the 50 meter pools.

My favorite pool sign: “No slapstick, please!”

Walks around the Sichuan University Campus

           Aside from the pool, there were lovely walks around the beautiful Sichuan University campus, which directly is across from the place I always stay.
           Especially nostalgic was to see all the graduates from the many different university departments. This is the time of year when graduation ceremonies are held, one after another, during the weekends. Seeing such joyful faces, excited figures floating around campus in caps and gowns, brought back many memories of my own university graduation years ago.

Oh, happy day!

           Throughout the school, clusters of classmates posed in front of buildings, on tree-filled lawns, on building steps, seated at the school’s lotus flower ponds and around the campus gates to record this auspicious day.

Graduates posed on the steps of the main administrative building for an impressive photo of their alma mater.

The lotus pond, at the entrance to the main gate, was another popular photo op for gradutes.

Graduates weren’t the only ones interested in the campus’ beauty spots.

A photographer’s heaven.

            A new chapter in life for the up-and-coming Chinese youth was about to begin and they wanted as many remembrances as possible.

Back in Luzhou

            Back in Luzhou, I’ve resumed testing and grading for this week but on a much more limited, and relaxing, schedule. My Sichuan students have mostly left for the school year and will be returning after the summer. A majority of the school’s 8,000 have fled homeward with around 2,000 still remaining. Yes, we are quite the quiet little community at the moment. Most of the “leftovers” are the Qing Hai students, the ones I am currently finishing up.
                  My Peace Corp brethren, John and Ashley, will be leaving soon for the States. They have been gone for 2 years and are eagerly awaiting a reunion with family and friends before beginning a new life together as husband and wife in the States. We are hoping for a farewell evening together to at least chat a bit before their departure.

Unusual Circumstances Have Me Up in the Air for Next Year

            This past month has been quite a topsy-turvy ride for me, something which I have as yet to report. New regulations in this province have denied me a work visa for the next school year.         

             Sichuan government regulations state after 5 consecutive years in China on a work visa, foreigners must “take a break” for one year before returning to Sichuan. Another 5 years is then granted.
            At present, only Sichuan seems to have this rule. Other provinces are quite happy to have foreigners working in their areas no matter how long they have been here but Sichuan’s policy, as of this year, is fully underway and being strictly enforced.
               The Amity Foundation, my US sending agency (United Methodist GBGM) and I have been discussing what that entails and what will happen to me. Moving is one option but there is no hope ever of returning to Sichuan to teach. It would be goodbye to Luzhou forever.
             Another is language study for a year (a student visa is considered “taking a break” from a work visa), which will keep me in country, most likely studying at Sichuan University. Yet another is time in the States with assignments from the Board, either itinerating or something else.
             The school has graciously said they will hold my apartment for me, keeping all my things here if I plan to return. I would then stay at this college for several more years before taking on another placement in China.

Decisions to be Made Tomorrow

            Decisions on this will most likely be fully made tomorrow, after holding a conference call with those involved. My preference is always to stay in country but we will see how that unfolds.

            From Luzhou, here’s wishing you Ping An (Peace) for your day until the next report from along the Yangtze River.

        The Chinese government made an announcement last week: A new 2-day holiday would be added to the national “days off” list.
         Welcome in Summer Holiday! To be combined with Dragon Boat Festival next week, giving everyone a whole week off.

Testing Schedules Turned Upside Down

           Usually, teachers and students get quite excited about such announcements but this one was made in a split second, without warning, and has not elicited the kind of excitement one would want. Here we are at the end of the year, with testing to be done during the new holiday week as scheduled in the school calendar, only to be told it’s all to be a rush job.
                 Yes, last week had everyone scrambling, mostly the teachers, to figure out when and where to test everyone this entire week.
             We had to re-arrange classes, find rooms to test students in, check class schedules to make sure not to overlap with other teachers’ testing, and rush to get tests copied and in order for students.
             It has been a horrible mess and left both students and teachers in high stress mode, not to mention exhausted

Working Harder than Usual

                As for myself, I take 3 weeks to do oral tests with my students (one-on-one). With this new holiday thrown in, I was having monitors (class leaders) over to my home all evening last week to pick times that would fit and not interfere with my colleagues. Because the poor things had little time to prepare, I changed the oral content to make it easier.
           Wise move on my part and certainly less dread for the students.
             Last week, I crammed 4 classes into an 8-hour testing time from Friday, 8 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. with 1 hour break for lunch. The weekend was blocked off by the country’s national English exam, the CET-2 and CET-3, meaning all classrooms were sealed tight and not available for use. Also, some of my students were taking this exam so it was impossible for them to take my exam at the same time.
          I’ve managed to shove in 2 more testing blocks in the evening this week while still holding to the regular testing schedule during usual class times for others.
             In other words, it’s been quite a wild ride and one I hope will never, ever, EVER have to be repeated.

Looking Forward to A Week Off, but Not Done Yet

           With 3 more full days of testing to go, I can only say I am definitely looking forward to that 1-week off.
            Unfortunately, finishing these tests does not yet end the school year for me.
            Our branch school students from Qing Hai University don’t finish their term until July 4. I have 2 classes of these students and will be testing them after Dragon Boat Festival.
            After marking their exams and turning in their scores, I am officially finished.
            So there’s still a long way to go.

           Looking at the time, seems it’s off to testing again so I’ll close this off for now.
            From Luzhou, China, here’s wishing you Ping Ahn (Peace) for your day!