A Is for Attitude Adjustment: Learning How To Teach & Live in China
I RETIRED TO A Montana cabin in 2004, wondering if I’d find contentment blogging from my deck between travels. China topped my to-tour list.
Then, opportunity e-mailed: A recruiter needed English teachers in historic Xian.
After months of questioning and waiting, I found myself in a city of six million, a few hours from the Terra Cotta Warriors, facing university sophomores.
Adjustment wasn’t always easy. I could have benefited from employment guides like Teach Abroad China.
Hindsight allows me to share these tips with you:
Shed Your Worries
I fretted about mastering the language, but learned the words for thank you, hello, and bye. I couldn’t master tones and visual characters. Free Chinese lessons, offered with every contract, never materialized. I recorded pinyin (phonetic spelling) on a handy cheat sheet.
My fears about not speaking Chinese dissolved; anyone with a college degree was a “foreign language expert.” I moved from adjustment to acceptance, often feeling strange.
Language wasn’t my only worry upon arriving.
I’d practiced yoga squats before arriving, knowing only hotels boasted sit-down toilets and toilet paper. No worries! Tissues were cheap, and W.C. experiences became comfortable.
Some milk of magnesia before meals helped tummy transitions to spicy foods. I avoided street food, bought sealed bottled water, took vitamins and calcium.
I biked, walked China’s graceful parks (lovely, safe), joined sunrise Tai Chi (free, everywhere), and ran for buses (one yuan, anywhere). Fresh produce, fruits, rice, and noodles unexpectedly melted unwanted pounds.
Drop Your Preconceptions
I learned to accept that set expectations would change.
I learned to look both ways and cross streets. I began taking aimless weekends, and biked on cobblestones around city walls.
I found out about my vacation time the day it began; however, serendipitously, travel tickets usually went on sale a day before departures.
I wore a mask during heavy pollution to follow Xian’s love affair with eleven dynasties. My favorites were the Shaanxi Historical Museum (teacher discounts) and Big Wild Goose Pagoda’s Fountain Show (free).
I accepted a last-minute weekend invitation to a mountain village, with four generations in one concrete room. My gifts (pens, postcards, stamps, stickers) were left quietly, Chinese-style, on a table. Delighted kids discovered them.
Why did the family disappear one at a time all day? The mystery was resolved at bedtime. They walked me to my hotel room, where each one had taken a luxurious shower!
Examine Your Attitudes
I further relaxed in 2007, teaching laid back Forestry College students in “Spring City,” Kunming City.
Foreigners had their own street, coffee, pizza,and English newspapers. I lapsed into speaking English, taking cabs, and eating Western food.
My students, annoyingly, arrived halfway through class. At break, they apologized for missing English for a “boring Party meeting, but it is necessary.”
I learned patience and dropped movie-based notions about political fervor.
I’d expected different standards of cleanliness, noise, quality, and promptness, but not the extremes I found.
The Chinese, meticulous about clothing, seldom noticed dirt elsewhere. They shouted into cellphones, bought another when something broke, and showed up hours early/late for appointments.
Understanding this lessened my judgments.
Watching my Chinese neighbors, I learned how attitudes were cultural two-sided coins.
Stepping over the ubiquitous trash, I realized that litter provided street sweepers with daily jobs. I set aside recyclables for rubbish collectors to sell. Tired of photographing bare-bottomed babies in split pants, I researched potty training. Toddlers left to play naturally took care of business by watering a bush, requiring no help.
I found out that grandparents, continually holding kids, whistled when babies urinate. Chinese doctors asked why Westerners don’t whistle to obtain samples during medical check ups. I considered America’s disposable diapers and psychology books.
Balancing yin and yang became more fun than one-sided superior attitudes.
Expand Your Boundaries
Occasionally, I retreated to my apartment to enjoy music, books traded among English readers, and my Western link. Mostly, I ate hot pot, learned mah jong, visited temples, and answered the same questions repeatedly at English Corners: “Where you from? You like China? The food?”
In 2008, I deepened a lifelong interest in children, trading college phrases for kindergarten enthusiasm.
I moved to Hainan Island’s “End of the Earth,” South China Sea. Chinese teachers biked with me to Sanya Beach, cooked vegetables from our school garden, and learned American songs and games.
In spite of wearing a moneybelt and my backpack in front on crowded buses, I was robbed in paradise. A bag was grabbed from my bike basket while I snapped pictures nearby. I found that some Chinese, while honest to the point of returning tips, simply helped themselves to anything left unattended.
Vigilance about valuables, creaky knees, and frayed nerves restored with noontime naps. My senses came alive. Hearing my name yelled across playground became my music.
Each stint in China imprinted rich memories: sunrises on mountaintops, open exchange among lasting friendships, the sparkling taste of hotpot. Well past China’s employable age, I was asked back to each job.
I’ve already forgotten any regrets, wondering about 2010’s horizon.
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All photos courtesy of author.