air balloons? and a crossing chicken?
And why do the above named items make me want to eat this product???
And why do the above named items make me want to eat this product???
None of us had any teaching experience - yikes! Fortunately the
curriculum had already been made for us- it was about holidays,
specifically: Easter, Halloween, and Dragon boat festival. Our group
had the less experienced english learners- so much of the lessons had
to be translated into Chinese. It was hard to talk slow and enunciate.
Since I was useless for translating, I wrote all the words on the
board. We taught them the question words- and they stared at us
blankly, until it was translated. The other to classes the kids
probably knew more english than I Mandarin...
We had two boys in our class- one was huge and one was tiny. And the
tiny one was really shy. I asked him what his name was, and he
nervously smiled as he curled up in a ball hiding his face and turning
red! It was really cute. I wonder if I was ever like that?
Repeated they asked me about the words, "recieve", "activities", and
how to say "Halloween".
Halloween. Hall-wee? Ha-low-WEEN. Ha-low-wee. Ok. Good enough.
I didn't even know how to explain the the "c" in "recieve" sounds like
"s". They kept reading it, "Ruh-KEEv"
It was a long day, but we enjoyed the kids. The two girls you see
sitting in front of me were the class clowns- They were drawing these
bucktoothed silly drawings of each other and the "It wasn't me it was
HER" gestures. The two girls you see in Timon's photo were pretty
smart and were asking how old I was and stuff.
*Migrant schools are public schools for the children of migrant
workers. They can't go to the Shanghai public schools without a hukou-
or proof of residency for Shanghai. Previously private schools had
popped up to service the children without a hukou, but they weren't
regulated and sometimes of low quality. ANyhow, the school we worked
with today was fairly decent, one room had a TV mounted in the corner,
and the rooms were packed with two person desk and small wooden
chairs. It was a k-8 school with 800 kids- but on Saturday, about 40
signed up for our session, focusing on middle schoolers. All but 5
were giggling girls. Most of them came from Sichuan and Anhui province.

Over 100,000 people head to the F1 in Shanghai for this annual event.
A 45 minute ride on the metro line 11 brought us the Shanghai Circuit.
On exiting the metro train, was an open air platform with a large
decorative pool of water and the huge stadium in the distance. People
had flags and their F1 Tees representing their countries. On exiting
the turnstile we were immediately chased by hawkers selling hats,
tees, tickets, and ear plugs.
I couldn't believe how huge the track was. Tiny people sat on the
grass in the distance, overlooking the track. And they had to go
around the track 56 times- how dizzying would that be? With the
unbelievable volume ringing in your ears. It shook your whole body.
Small children cringed. We saw a tire fall off the Red bull sponsored
car. We saw two cars almost crash. We followed the scared on the TV
screen - I was trying to figure out which drivers went with which
country, Russia, Switzerland, Australia, Britain, Germany.
The Hilton provided the food services... which explains why they
charge 30 rmb ($5 USD) for popcorn. For popcorn! Thats 6 times the
normal street price. Mercedes-benz was there with a few cars to
showcase- two antiques and two modern ones. One was a retro race car.
I wish I could've seen one of the F1 cars up close- they looked like
awesome aerodynamic forms.
Tire changing was cool- the 20+ pit crew with their matching uniforms
and shiny helmets moved like a machine, getting into formation with
the utmost efficiency, and doing their task in a blink of an eye. The
car drops to the ground with a bounce then speeds off.
After the 56 lap race, snacks, and photos, we got in the queue for the
metro. Huge pens herded people in groups of 50 to wait then proceed to
the metro, to prevent chaos. When we arrived at the platform it was
plenty full of patrons and when the next train arrived, I felt the
crowd lift and push me inside the train.
Upon getting back into the city where we parked our electric bike, we
found the batteries had been stolen. See photo of it smashed in, and
with our new batteries inside. It was 6pm then, the sun was setting
and we were still about a mile for our apt. So we walked the bike over
a bridge to the closest bike shop and ate street food while we waited
for him to fix it. The second photo is of the mechanic cutting a
cookie tin to cover the smashed hole in our bike, to prevent another
theft. what a day! We were thankful the entire bike wasn't stolen!
(And our fancy helmet)