(This is a pre-dated post uploaded after I'm back in Singapore.)
This morning, I woke up early at 7 am. I forgot to mention that the room does not have a bathtub, only a shower. I popped over for the Chinese buffet breakfast, which was interesting and good. The system here is that you get a breakfast voucher when you check in and use it the next morning. I got tomorrow's one tonight. Some local dishes, and porridge, etc. Fried eggs too. The teacher came to pick me up at 9 am with another teacher who drove. I did not catch what car he drove but he drove fast. First, we had a meeting with the principal (Mr Ge), VP (Mr Bai) and key staff of the programme in the conference room. They gave me a big bouquet of flowers. Then HOD Mr Song took me on a quick walk around the school. Pretty normal exteriorly, just like in Singapore. They have a hostel and a cookhouse. They have their lunch in class after collecting it from the cookhouse, explaining why there were so few seats. The roof apparently was damaged during the earthquake but is fixed already. I peeked at a class and besides the large class size of more than 60 and small tables, it's about the same. Students were well-behaved. No activities seen due to the space and large-size, but there's nothing wrong with that. They have subject notice boards done by students, as well as a board dedicated to Damai Secondary School! They also have a duty system like in SAF camps. They have a duty administrator, duty teachers, etc. every day. They also have motto, values, etc. statements like us.
After that, Mr Song took me to the San Su Museum and San Su Ci using his Chevrolet Spark. The museum focuses on the life and works of Su Dongpo (Su Shi), his father (Su Xun) and brother (Su Zhe). Su Dongpo was an exceptionally talented man who hailed from Meishan. The museum was world-class, what you might expect from any other city. There were English panels too, but they were simpler. I definitely did learn more about these three men. The San Su Ci was Su Dongpo's original villa. It has large garden grounds, but being autumn, the lotus were dying. There is also something about Yin Xing (Gingko) trees that the people like.
Lunch was at a restaurant nearby, with the Principal, and also some of his teacher friends from another school, Su Ci Zhong Xue. Some dishes were spicy, but it was acceptable save for the dish with ma jiao (I think), which numbed my mouth. I had to drink beer, but I did not drink that much, probably two glasses. We talked during the later part of the lunch when most of the others left. Mr Song then took me back to the hotel where we rested for a while. He explained the many TV channels in China. There are many free-to-air channels -- all covering different things! News, Drama, Law and Order, etc. There's even an English International Channel, a competitor to our Channel News Asia!
We went back to school for the lesson via Chevy Spark. Mr Song drove slowly but I think that is good because traffic there is chaotic. When you are slow, you can brake. Pedestrians are everywhere too, as are bicycles. You frequently go against traffic too. He applies the horn very frequently. The idea is to warn the others that you are there and tell them not to make any drastic moves because you are going to.
The first lesson was not good. Their level of English was much lower, so my original plan of using a "tourist English" lesson should have been used. In Singapore, I had been worried that it would be too simple, based on initial feedback by Mr Seetoh. Our English HOD had also said that it might be appropriate to use more English as it was an English lesson, and that we should get them to think up the answers instead of having items that they either know or don't know. But our Chinese HOD was very comfortable and it turned out that she was right and my original plan (lesson packages 1 and 2) was the most appropriate. Mr Seetoh had Sec 3 students while I had Sec 1.
The students were amused at the pairing of boy and girls but basically, they could only understand the Chinese explanations. I also should have the Chinese done up in the PPT and worksheet, but this was the English package -- only packages 1 and 2 were entirely in Chinese. They were not the sort to copy the Chinese explanations that I gave verbally. If I convert this to a Chinese lesson, it would be excellent. But that would be for next year... or for Vietnam.
Hot Food was fine as the vocabulary was simple and the students could elicit the meaning of each sentence from the words. But again, the students were not the sort to take notes. I will probably change the lesson package back in Singapore (no printers accessible to me here) so that they copy words only in Chinese, and maybe they can use it for Vietnam. Since many could not read properly, I got them to look at a PPT on our school.
The English teacher there reflected that proverbs were too difficult. The explanation in English is difficult to understand and since I explained in Mandarin as well, I might as well do away with the English. The topic of proverbs was interesting though as there are Chinese equivalents, which the students knew. The teacher remarked that even she herself did not know the meaning of these English proverbs until today. Hot Food was easily to understand but learning about poetry was probably not what they needed.
So I decided to serve Lesson Package 1 the next day. A good thing I prepared eight packages instead of two, with one difficult, four medium and three simple. I looked at their textbook and it was very simple (P1?), with a word list. I sent in my worksheets for printing. Walking past another EL class, I saw that they recited the phrases that the teacher read. That would be just the thing for Lesson 1.
After that, we talked a bit in the VP's room and then we went back to the hotel. I put back my things and then we went for the welcome dinner, which cost more than RMB1200. They had local dishes. This time I had to drink even more, Chinese "white wine", Dongpo wine -- much stronger. Each one of them toasted me, 13 of them if I recall correctly. I downed almost all those glasses, except for two, which I drank half because the alcohol fumes were getting to me. Also, Mr Zhu and Mr Song did not drink alcohol. Luckily, I made sure I had enough food in the stomach, so strangely, I felt little effect.
After dinner, there was quite a bit of food left, so that was their culture I guess. They left to play mahjong in the games room (qi pai shi) and I went back to rest in my room. Mr Zhu was surprised at how little effect the wine had on me. They thought I could hold my alcohol, but I told them that I seldom drank in Singapore. The secret was food in the stomach. I was very tired and so went to bed at 8.30 pm, no doubt the alcohol doing its depressant thing. I woke up in the middle of the night to write this.