Yesterday was yet another great day of class. I only had one speaking class with second years. When I walked in the door, everyone stopped what they were doing, looked at me and then wondered what I was doing in the class. After they saw me set down my things at the podium, they went back to what they were doing and I set up my lesson. Having learned from yesterday's mistakes about the computer, I brought my hard drive with the syllabus. As I started class, the looks on the students' faces were of confusion and curiosity. I introduced myself and then spent time going over the syllabus. Chinese students are not given syllabi by their other professors, so I had to explain what a syllabus is, and the different parts. After a quick break, I had each person in the class stand and introduce themselves. Overall, it was a nice class.
After lunch, all of us went to get our back cards. It took about an hour of all of us to finish and afterwards Mike and I wandered around Qufu and got an early dinner. I had this wrap-like thing that had meat, egg, a sauce, and lettuce in it. To me, it tasted almost like an egg sandwich that one would get at McDonalds.
When we returned to the apartments, I was tired so I went to sleep.
Today I woke up and realized I needed to go to the supermarket for supplies. I went alone, but I think some of the Chinese is sinking in. I understood what some of the store clerks were saying, such as, "Do you need help?" and "Do you need a bag?" Culture note: most supermarkets make you pay for plastic bags, so people bring their own. The price of a bag is .2 yuan. Anyway, I came back, put away all of my things and will be grading essays for the rest of the afternoon. Some of the essays are pretty good, but others are not quite so fluid. I also am referred to as "dear teacher" in at least five of them.
After lunch, all of us went to get our back cards. It took about an hour of all of us to finish and afterwards Mike and I wandered around Qufu and got an early dinner. I had this wrap-like thing that had meat, egg, a sauce, and lettuce in it. To me, it tasted almost like an egg sandwich that one would get at McDonalds.
When we returned to the apartments, I was tired so I went to sleep.
Today I woke up and realized I needed to go to the supermarket for supplies. I went alone, but I think some of the Chinese is sinking in. I understood what some of the store clerks were saying, such as, "Do you need help?" and "Do you need a bag?" Culture note: most supermarkets make you pay for plastic bags, so people bring their own. The price of a bag is .2 yuan. Anyway, I came back, put away all of my things and will be grading essays for the rest of the afternoon. Some of the essays are pretty good, but others are not quite so fluid. I also am referred to as "dear teacher" in at least five of them.
These are the Pringles I found in the store. I thought to try them and see what "Black Pepper Rib Eye Steak Flavor" tasted like. Turns out they are pretty good.
And the container has a handy-dandy tray which can be pulled out, for convenience.