Wooden Weekend

This weekend, we were whisked away at 7:30 in the morning on Saturday to a cabin in the woods high up in the mountains of Wulai. It was an office trip with a bunch of my aunt’s and uncle’s colleagues, so we were a bit out of place. There was a lot of drinking and card games and mah-jong playing. But of course, Jennifer was sick pretty much the whole weekend, and I had a major headache for most of the day Saturday, so we stayed in and watched lots of movies in the nice air-conditioned wooden mansion. (which slept 20 people easily with room to spare.) However, the scenery really was beautiful, and we found a huge snake skin to end the weekend on a high note.

Jen has a secret admirer from the office, whom we call Puffy-Hair Boy. You can read more about him and also see pictures at Jen’s blog.

I Hate Birds

and HATE is such a strong word.

I am up at 6:30 in the morning, partly because we’re going on a trip to a wooden cabin for the weekend, and mostly because some neighbor owns birds which start chirping EVERY MORNING at 6:30AM.

So, question for you:
Does anyone own a BBgun? How do you soundproof a window?

Home Sweet Home

We are officially moved into our new apartment, and after some cleaning, it is sparkling and beautiful. We also have cable and fast internet, so all we need is a TV.. Once we get a little bit more furniture, I’ll take some pictures and share them with you. We also just discovered an adorable little wonton restaurant right next door to us, and it’s delicious. Guess who’s going to be regulars soon?

We live about a 10-minute walk from the closest subway stop, and about a 20-minute walk from Taipei 101. You can actually see 101 pretty well from the front of our building, so when New Year’s rolls around, and everyone is trying to get there to see the fireworks, we can set up camp right on the sidewalk or just walk there and not have to deal with the transportation madness.

I got to write in communication books today about my students to send home to the parents. I also had to write a letter introducing myself as a new teacher and explaining that I am “really excited!” to be teaching their children. Who would’ve thought that the little girl who got “talks too much in class” in her kindergarten communication book would one day get to rate her students and write their parents letters?

Fun Fact: McDonald’s delivers here! We’re so hitting that up. It really is a good thing we walk a lot here, or else I would be paying some serious overweight fees on the flight home.

(I finally have a facebook album up of some random pictures from the past few weeks.)

I Never Liked Science

Today, out of the blue, Riley asked me, “Teacher, but you look like Chinese people.”

I told him I was American though. And he got really confused and insisted again that I looked like Chinese people.

Tuesday is Science Day. I taught them about matter, solids, liquids, and gases. There was a sentence that said that boats can float on salt water better than fresh water. Ok, I already knew that.. but I’ve forgotten why.

Ting-Ting raised her hand and said something about the salt making air or lifting things better or something to that effect. And I asked her how did she know that, and she said she read it in a book, so I said “That’s very interesting!” and quickly moved on to solids.

Working Woman

Today was my first day of school. I am officially Teacher Tina.

I had to be there at 12:30pm for a teacher’s meeting, but of course I showed up late because my bus was running late. Anyways, we talked about school policies and got our schedules and class rolls. I have two classes: 2nd graders Monday through Friday, and 5th graders MWF.

My 2nd grade class is adorable. There are four girls and two boys. Ivy, Stacy, Ting-Ting, Ann, Riley, and James. Ivy is very very quiet. Stacy has big eyes and has a face of a teenager. Ting-ting reminds me of me at her age. Ann is very prim and proper. Riley is very energetic, sits in the back of the class, but talks the most and loudest. And his English is really good. James is a quiet boy so far, but I heard that he likes to make noises in class.

My 5th grade class is a bit more intimidating, and there are a lot more of them. These kids are pre-teen age but some of their bodies have developed faster than they expect, so it’s strange to see some of them are already taller than me. This class is a bit more rowdy and harder to control, but I think after the first day, I made a good enough impression to gain some respect to give me some ground for awhile.

You know in Harry Potter where they have the different houses at Hogwarts, and the professors reward or take away points depending on their actions? That’s a disciplining trick that I learned from another teacher, and it works for most ages. I assign the students into two-person teams and reward points if they do as I say or take away points if they break a class rule. The reward is if they gain 1500 points by the end of the month, then they can participate in English Activity Day, also known as Food and Games Day, on the last Friday of the month. If they don’t, then they have to do an extra writing assignment in order to participate. And I will buy the winning team little gifts too. So here’s a question for you: What do 5th graders like? I think 2nd graders are easier to please.

When I step into the school, I immediately have to assume the “English Teacher” role, which means that even though I do know Chinese, I have to pretend I don’t. I am a foreign teacher, and there are Chinese teachers. The Chinese teachers talk to the parents, and if a kid is particularly naughty, then they also are sent to the Chinese teacher. For example, before my first class today, a parent wandered into my classroom with their kid, asking, in Chinese, if I knew where she needs to go. I had to reply in English, “I’m sorry. I don’t know.” And then a strange thing happened because the parent immediately goes, in English, “Oh sorry. You must be the new teacher, Tina.” Hey, I’m famous! The kids already knew my name too. Anyways, my point is that because I look Taiwanese, some of the kids will assume that they can speak Chinese to me. In order to keep their respect as a foreign teacher and the English Only class rule, they must not see me use Chinese at all or else I might lose my credibility in front of parents and the children.

Now that I think of it, I probably use more English than Chinese here.