August 2 - Closing Ceremony for the Summer Institute


Ni Hao,

This may be my last posting from China. All of the volunteer teachers representing our teaching sites from across Guizhou Province arrived in Guiyang today for the Closing Ceremony of the Summer English Language Institute.

Tomorrow we go our seperate ways - some doing more exploring in China, some going on to other countries in Asia, and some (like me) beginning my journey homeward to my waiting family in Michigan.

I'll fill in some of the details here and make note of any excitement in getting home. In addition to filling in several details in this and other postings, I also want to upload some of the 1400 pictures that I have taken. I invite you to check back at least one more time in the next few days as I wrap up this blog.

August 1 - Last Night in Bijie


Ni Hao, Dear Blog Readers,

I will add the details of our wonderful closing ceremony at the Bijie University site to this post at a later time, but at present our electricity and our Internet access keep going out, so I don't know what kind of access I might have.

We had torrential rains here during the evening. Following the closing ceremonies here a the Bijie University site we went into the city to have dinner with several of our students. They wanted to order Pig's Ear, but we passed on that local delicacy. After dinner, we went to visit Anthony's home. His little five year old son wanted an Americanized name, so we dubbed him Little Tony.

Catching a taxi in the flooded streets was accomplished by our guide, dear Anthony. A few blocks down the road, however, the car was overcome by water and simply stalled out. York, another wonderful student, found another cab for us and we were delivered to Bijie university safely, albeit drenched.

Ah, we arrived in Bijie in a storm of thunder and lightning, and it looks as if we will be leaving under the same rainy sky...

Interlude - "Six Flights Up"


(For Chen Zhaoxia / Audrey)


It is 7 pm
and it is Film Night
and we are about to show
"Terminal",
the story of a man
without a country.


And you come running up
six flights of stairs
to the ceremonial room
where we turn darkness into
cinema magic.


I noticed the circle of perspiration
on your forehead
today in class,
the way fever seemed to have
grabbed hold of your body,
wrestling you to weariness.


But you still came to class.
And you still clamoured up
those six long sets
of double stairs
just to tell me,
"I have something for you, Ms Marianna",
in a voice that shelters surprises
and secrets.
And you take my hand,
guiding me into the corridor
to share your secret
in solitude.


And then you hold a box
two handed
to me, saying,
"For you.
For when you have tea
at home
in America".
You lift the lid
and a bluegreen porcelain tea set is revealed.
There is grace and elegant simplicity
in this box,
and I watch your hands shake
as you pass the tea set
from your hands to mine.


Your fever is spiking
and your skin is pale
in the dusk of the evening.
Your gums, too, are bleeding.
I want to drag a chair over,
offer a place for you to rest.
"I have to go to hospital," you tell me,
"for an injection".


And I remember Chen Jing's story in class,
how she honored her grandfather's life
in her writing and her drawing.
Long ago and faraway,
when her grandfather was just twenty-six years old,
a traffic accident
collided with his legs
and he lost
both his feet.
From then on, his walking
depended on sticks.
But he was never giving up.
He said that he has no feet,
but he has hands that can do anything.
He still lived happily, says Chen Jing.


I watch you
separate yourself from the tea set,
from this present
which is the offspring
of generous thought,
and across-oceans kindness.
I embrace you and the fever in your eyes,
saying "Xie Xie, Xie Xie",
words that seem to express more
than a simple thank you in English.


You wobble down the hallway,
disappearing down the steps.
I hear your high heels
negotiating each drop,
far removed from your usual
rhythmic, confident stride.


And I hold this tea set
in grateful arms,
knowing when I am home
and these cups are floating with
tea leaves from the mountains of Bijie,
I will remember
you and your peaceful tenacity
to place these serenity cups
into my hands
on this most feverish of nights...


- Marianne Forman

July 31 - Good-bye My Dear Students


Well, it is the night before our last class, and I am a twisted bundle of emotions as I anticipate saying farewell. This has been a profound and memorable journey, and my students have taught me so very much along the way. I want to share with you, dear readers, a poem that I will share with my class tomorrow.

Their language about themselves and their world is deeply connected to the natural world around them. As a result, you will find many references to the stars and the moon and natural beauty in this poem. They all seem to live in close harmony with the natural world, seeing themselves as an integral part of the universe, coexisting with the natural world around them. There is no separation in this way of living - only a very satisfying and beautiful connectedness.

Back Row: Ruby, Gabby, Annie, Amanda, Marianne, Audrey, Cecelia, Alice
Middle row: Diana, Cindy, Abby, Bessie, Della, Tracy, Shirley
Front row: Michael, Anthony, Leo, Joe, William, James

"When I remember, I will remember this..."

Zhou Jong (Leo),
with his deep and resonating voice.
A serious student of English
and the basketball court,
always willing to help others,
an expert translator
and knower of all things lucky and unlucky.
He knows the virtue of patience
is free,
that it doesn't cost anything at all.
He knows that love fills hungers
deep inside all of us,
and he is always ready
to offer food
to satisfy our desire
to be loved...


Wang Lei (Tracy),
the one with the million yuan smile.
Amazing in her warmth,
walking into her students' hearts and minds
with a fire that burns ever bright.
She offers her knowing to us, too,
a phenomenal translator
of English and Chinese.
She stretches all of us
to embrace new words,
new ways of knowing,
with a beautiful and smiling invitation.


Ahao Rui (Michael),
with his cell phone
glued to the palm of his hand...
Whose "show and tell"
is his arms and hands,
strong muscles to protect his family,
to keep his friends from danger,
to show his love
to the ladies in his life.
A man who has had to grow up
so much faster than his friends.
He is older than his age,
taking over the role of father in his family
after he lost his father to heart disease.
He is generous of heart,
strong in giving,
and smiles through his sorrows everyday.


Li Dong Mei (Abby),
whose eager smile
and soft laughter
are often covered
by an embarrassed hand.
She reaches out to each of us
for the English words
she longs to say.
She is a traditional woman
filled to overflowing
with kindness, strength, beauty,
and calm.
She is wisdom,
among us,
holding our hands
with her gentle touch.


Wang Juan (Cindy),
our trailblazer,
who understands
in the essence of her being
that the path less taken
leads to a far richer destination.
That the courage to move forward
into the unknown
can offer gifts
that surprise and amaze.
She is a sturdy, independent spirit,
very alive in our presence.
She leads us to places
we might have been afraid to explore
on our own,
always with a gentle, guiding hand
and words of patient encouragement.


Wang Jia Zhou (Joe),
our twinkling star,
the "romantic" of this teacher family
who traces his heart with his fingers,
allowing us to see the kindness
we already feel from him.
He is our jokester,
the one with the everlasting smile.
He smiles through tears,
for he is the man of his family,
the son who misses his beloved father
every day.
Joe tells us he is
"a little boat, a ripple in your world."
But we know
that his presence in our waters here
keeps up afloat,
keeps us from drowning when we struggle,
keeps us sailing forward
with harmony and confidence,
even when the winds blow strong...


Chen Jing (Alice),
our Renaissance Woman,
gifted in the arts of song and dance.
She is our steady drummer
on the basketball court,
twirling the sticks
of traditional Chinese drums.
She gives energy and rhythm
to our nights without electricity.
She helps us find one another
in the dark.
I watch her conduct
as all of you sing
"Bijie, my beautiful hometown",
and we are certain that we could
follow her lead
safely
anywhere we wanted to go.
She is a lover of kites
that soar to the faraway clouds,
and she assures all of us
that we, too, can fly and soar
to heights even beyond our imagination.


Chen Zhaoxia (Audrey),
namesake of my own daughter,
with soft, lovely curls
surrounding her face.
She is our Drama Queen,
a royal lady
bringing every character alive,
making them real,
like magic before our eyes.
She reminds us
that the best marriages
are between the best of friends,
and we long for her world
where she shares everthing,
without hesitation or secrets,
with her husband-friend.


Tian Yulan (Bessie)
our nurturer,
our Mother Earth
who takes care of all of us,
who cares for her baby son
as he coughs through a sleepless night.
She is a gentle lullabye
in a night of restless sleep.
Her smile is sunshine
in the darkness.
Sincere and genuine,
there is an honesty about her
that draws you close,
calling you to be her trusted friend.
When she walks into her classroom,
she leaves all sadness behind
and invites her students
to swim and float with her
in an ocean of new learning.


He Shi Wei (James),
father extraordinaire
and husband walking equally
alongside his wife.
He is the master dancer,
the leader of the motions through space
that move us closer and closer together.
He surely was born dancing,
moving his feet and hands
to the rhythms of his mother's singing.
And now, he offers such harmony to us,
guiding the flow of our bodies
through both time and space.


Zhan Chun (Diana),
goddess of the moon,
with a smile
that is glowing and bright
in the summer sky.
Her students swarm around her
and she is Mama to their many needs.
Her eyes shine,
two luminescent stars in the sky.
And her mind is filled with knowledge,
with wisdom she lovingly shares.


Yan Yun (Shirley),
a phenomenal single girl,
alive and alert,
rejecting sleep
she prefers to dance her days.
Lover of nature
and all that speaks to her
in the forest of the day.
She shares solitude with the moon,
quiet and peaceful
at the close of each day.


Ma Ben Hui (Gabby),
whose heart is larger than the sky
,a "love heart"
always beating in rhythm with others.
A believer in using the mind to grow,
she guides her students
to knowledge
through games and playing.
She is tenderness,
a gentle teacher
who loves her williing students.


Jiang Han (Annie),
our straw seller,
offering her goods
to build a perfect house
that is safe and warm.
She creates her own destiny,
carving out a journey
through the stars in the sky.
She lets her light
shine and shine,
and we gather beneath her,
grateful for the illumination,
grateful for her willingness to spread
both warmth and joy.


Zhou Liang (Anthony),
our beloved Mother Pig
and father to a five year old son
who is both lovely and filled with sunshine.
"Don't be shy" is his motto in class,
his words to encourage all of us
to be unafraid to try something new,
to be unafraid to push our voices to be heard.
He is always laughing,
a most happy spirit,
shouting "I love you" to every one of us,
knowing that yesterday is gone,
tomorrow is yet unseen,
and today is the time
for being alive and happy.
He is a force in the universe
and boldly declares what truly matters
in the business of being alive.


Chen Ting (Ruby),
whose life is filled
with a briliant, colorful rainbow.
She is a bird
with lovely wings
soaring through the sky.
Her heart beats pure fire
that will melt over you,
soft and warm and comforting.
She is the woman by the window
gazing at the nighttime sky.
She is a strong and bold peace,
her body filled
with all the energy of the universe.


Jiang Xue (William),
whose "lover" lives
in his books,
in his eyes,
in his mind.
His smile is a present
you can open
over and over again.
A philosopher,
a teacher,
a miracle of the world,
he can carefully read
the heart of each of us,
hoping someday to be a psychologist
in a world filled with both sadness and joy.


Jiamg Xue (Cecelia),
the lovely woman
with the curious eyes.
A dancer, across the floor,
drifting from partner to partner.
She is a sunflower in a field of grass.
She is friend,
confidant,
a brightness
in each of our days.


Peng Fang (Amanda),
whose books are her lovers,
hiding under chairs,
in crates,next to her bed.
These "lovers" await her
curious touch.
Her books
are the friends
who are always present,
always waiting for her
to open them to the light,
to magically make them come alive
by the soft touch
of the palms of her eager hands.


Tao Quiyue (Della),
always on the very edge of her seat,
her curiosity is contagious.
She is a hesitant artist,
but our time together
nudges her to have an open heart
to discover the artist hiding within herself.
Sometimes the darkness
rattles a trembling sound in her steps,
but she welcomes the moon
as it rises,
glowing in the light it shines
on ther smiling face.
And she welcomes the rain,
assured flowers will always bloom
from watered soil.
And so she waters her spirit
with fresh flowing streams,
and she cannot keep from drawing,
from dancing,
from singing.


And my dear students,
I wish for you
the determination of Rudy
to follow your larger than the sky dreams
and to never, ever give up.

I wish for you
the wisdom of Akeela,
to know when you need the gentle push of a coach
and when you can learn
all on your own...

I wish for you
the open heart of Ms. G,
who sacrificed her time...
and even her marriage,
to give her students a voice
in a world that had been deaf to them
before their class became a family...

I wish for you
the passion of Dr. Larabee,
for the power of words,
knowing fully and confidently
that big words are simply little words
put together.
That words spoken and written
have the power to truly change the world.

I wish for you the patience of Amy
as she tries to teach her baby geese to fly,
knowing that the two greatest gifts
a parent can give a child
are roots and wings.

And my hope is
that one morning
when you awaken
to the song of a bird,
a bai ling bird,
that you will pause in your journey,
look up into the blue, blue sky
surrounded by the mountains of Bijie,
and remember me.
If you listen carefully to my song,
you will discover my wings
wrapped around your open hearts,
and you will hear me whisper
a love song
in your listening ears.

Know that you have the power
to bring light
to even the darkest of places.
Know, too,
that your faces
are forever engraved
in my grateful heart...

Namaste,
Ms. Marianne (Bai Ling)




July 31, 2008
Summer Language Instititue
Bijie, China

July 30 - Some Thoughts on A Special Friend


Ni Hao,

As this journey winds its way to a close, I need to take a moment to acknowledge Tang Gang, the head of the Foreign Affairs Department here at Bijie University...


Tang has been a wonderful host to both Nancy and me. He has been gracious, welcoming, accommodating, and very supportive of the partnership between the Guizhou Education Bureau and Oakland University. Tang is a master facilitator, always available to solve any difficulties that arose: from providing us each with a very nice apartment, to having mosquito netting installed around our windows, to purchasing a mosquito tent for our beds, to acting as a liaison between ourselves and the students - he has been an absolutely wonderful partner in this Summer Language Institute.

Tang also devoted a considerable amount of his "non-official" time to us during our stay in Bijie. It is due to Tang's generosity that we were able to visit the Zhijin Caves, the Huangguoshu Waterfall in An Shun and the Yi Cultural Center in Dafang.

In addition, we have been mentors to each other regarding the study of both Chinese and English. Tang has been especially interested in learning the subtle shades of meanings of various English words, and we have also introduced him to many new idioms.

During our Class Talent Show, Nancy and I performed a skit while fumbling with chopsticks and a bowl of noodles. Tang was instrumental in helping us create a phoenetic script that allowed us to deliver the skit in Chinese. He suggested dialogue and coached us in pronunciation. Our own pronunciation of Chinese is pathetic compared to his mastery of English, so we had many laughs during the rehearsal process with Tang.

He worked patiently with the kitchen staff regarding preparation of our meals in the student canteen. I think that he knew he was in for a wild ride when Nancy asked for, "No dog, no cat, no fish, and no bean curd". Tang also introduced us to many of the food specialties in the areas we visited, and we are grateful to him for expanding our culinary palettes.

Tang also helped us to understand many Chinese customs, especially in regard to traditional protocol related to procedure and ceremony. He has been masterful at coordinating the details, and we appreciate his careful attention to the many significant details that create experiences which are fulfilling and memorable for everyone involved.

Thank you, Tang, for your kindness and your unending generosity. Your presence and diligent leadership made our teaching and living in Bijie a very memorable joy. We thank you for your warm heart and for your amazing sense of humor. We will always remember you with great fondness...

July 29 - The Breakfast Club - Saturday Middle School in Bijie

Ni Hao, Dear Readers,

After having the opportunity to observe the lesson on humor, Nancy and I were each given a classroom of students to teach. Mr. Tang briefly introduced us, and then simply let us begin to teach. We were given no agenda or lesson plan, so our objectives for the day were left entirely up to us. The students were here for language enrichment in hopes of becoming better prepared for upcoming exams, so any type of English language immersion, especially from a native English speaker, was welcome.

I briefly repeated my name, country of origin, and shared with the 60-some students the fact that I was a middle school teacher at home in America. I had brought a bowl of objects from the apartment, thinking that we might use the objects for a language lesson. I quickly discovered that much of the class was at the word or phrase level of language learning, so the basket of items proved to be a valuable teaching tool.

The first item I held up was a toothbrush. When I asked them to tell me what it was, many flashed beautiful smiles at me, but no one was able to attach “toothbrush” to the object. I proceeded to ask them what they item was used for, which was met with bewildered looks. I proceeded to scrub my hands with the toothbrush, and a roaring “no” emerged from the class. Then I pantomimed scrubbing my armpits with the brush, and this time a roaring “no” along with laughter erupted from the class. I continued to apply the toothbrush to other body parts, eliciting more and more protesting laughter. Once the toothbrush finally landed on my teeth, the all shouted “yes” with unanimous approval.

I then proceeded to step down off the podium area, which I found to be a barrier between myself and the class, and move around the room. Aisle space is small, but I was able to ask several students, one at a time, to stand and say the full phrase, “This is a toothbrush.” All of the students spoke in almost inaudible soft voices, so we practiced speaking both loudly and clearly so that the whole class could hear and practice together. We moved from ball to chalk to towel, etc… naming each one, writing the name on the board, and then practicing words to describe the function of each object. I’ve never had so much fun with a bowl of household objects…

Next, it was time to learn a song. Preparing them to learn the choreography to that old children’s favorite “Skidamirink,” I asked them to place their hands in a hand to elbow “L,” modeling this position with my own arms. No one moved. I quickly discovered that they were very unaccustomed to physical movement in the classroom, so again I moved about the room, randomly positioning the arms of several students. Once again, smiles and laughter erupted, and very soon everyone in the room was physically ready to begin “Skidamirink.” Aside from the fact that “skidamirink” is a pure nonsense word, something akin to “sha na na na na,” we learned the remainder of the sensical English words, writing them on the board as we learned each line of the song. After several minutes, everyone was singing and dancing, and the room was rocking with the rhythm of “Skidamirink.”

Next, we reviewed body parts, again naming them on the board as we went along. This was preparation for an innocent round of The Hokey Pokey. The classroom, stuffed full with desks, did not lend itself to the choreography that accompanies this song, so I asked the students to follow me as I Pied Piper-ed them out to a large courtyard area on the roof. In short order, they formed a very large circle, and we began to Hokey Pokey. The “shake it all about” directions were met with much laughter, too, especially as we placed our “bottoms” both in and out of the circle. Because of our new position on the roof courtyard, several classes were interested in our antics, and the teachers allowed their students to come out and observe. Cell phone flashed photos as we continued to boogie our way through the open air Hokey Pokey.

We ended with a combined class picture, with Nancy and I in the center of over one hundred middle schoolers on a very hot Saturday morning. This was “on your feet” teaching, truly in the moment, creating a lesson plan by the seat of our pants.


The experience was an absolute joy, and I would have happily given up another Saturday morning to visit these delightful, enthusiastic young people once again.

July 28 - Observing Middle School in Bijie


Ni Hao, Dear Blog Readers,

It is almost midnight here, and just minutes before the 11th birthday of my daughter Annelise. I am saddened that I will not be able to spend her special day with her. She is going to celebrate by going to Michigan's Adventure and trying out as many water rides as she can. For those of you who know me, you know that Annelise is a miracle child every single day. We were told, when she was a toddler, that she would never read, never write her name. She was failure to thrive as a baby, so many of the links between synapses in the brain that are supposed to happen quite naturally as one grows did not happen with her when they should have.

We are elated that we did not simply listen to the gloomy prognosis given to us by the experts. Today, she is able to read and to write, but these tasks are often very difficult for her. She is an absolute joy for her teachers in school, as she will never give up and is always willing to try her best. She is truly a child being raised by a village of phenomenal teachers and family members.

To celebrate her upcoming autumn move from elementary school to the 5/6 building, we asked all of her teachers and para-professionals, since she was one year old, to come over for a "thanks" party in June. We are so very grateful to all the people who have helped her along her journey... So, happy birthday, dear Annelise!!! You are the most compassionate, caring person I know. I learn from you every single day. We have lots of cuddling to make up for when I get home...

Back to Bijie...

On Saturday, I had the pleasure of visiting and teaching at No. 2 Middle School in Bijie City. The headmaster was very welcoming and pleased that we were able to attend one of the Saturday sessions. There are about 500 students in the school for these weekend classes. This is approximately 50% of the school population. The parents have enrolled their children in these summer sessions to help them learn English better and to help prepare them for upcoming exams.Nancy and I observed a one hour class first.

The lesson focused on "humour, " spelled the British way, as many words here are spelled. They talked about comedians, funny television shows, clowns, jokes, and something called "crosstalk." The best we could figure was that "cross-talk artists" are probably talk show hosts, like Jay Leno or David Letterman, who interview a guest, bringing out a great deal of humor in the process. The lesson followed the format in their workbooks, which asked them to think about the kinds of performances they like that include humor. These were listed on the board as the students contributed.

All students rise when called upon, and they all spoke in very, very soft voices. The teacher would repeat their answer and then record the words on the board. The lesson focused on two new words for the day: clown and comedy sketch. They practiced the pronunciation of the words in a chant style, as is very traditional in many foreign language classrooms. The teacher was pleased to congratulate a student when a correct response was given. Sometimes, the student gave an answer that did not move in the direction the teacher was trying to go with the lesson. Or, the student gave a response that the teacher could not make sense of... When this happened, the teacher would say, "I can't understand what you wanted to tell me. This is not a good answer."

She introduced a little competition into the lesson as they covered the tongue twister of the day: Betty bought some bitter butter, etc... The competition was between herself and the students. She would say the tongue twister and then have individual students repeat the phrase. If they could say if a bit faster and a bit more precisely, they were the winners. The award for winning was a smiling face drawn on the chalkboard. The students became very animated during this game , and seemed very excited about competing with their teacher for the smiling face. As several students, individually, spoke the tongue twister when they were called upon, the teacher kept winning the smiling face. However, she called on one student who was able to say the twister faster and with more pointed pronunciation. "I am sorry," she told the student. "I can't say it as well as you. You are the winner!" The class appluaded and the student received a smiling face on the board. The teacher, under her column, drew a sad face with tears.

Near the end of the hour, students were instructed to open their workbooks again and take a look at the writing assignment. Their job, as homework, was to prepare a funny story. They were instructed to use their imagine (imagination) to prepare the funny story. They were also given a couple minutes at the end of class to look at the funny pictures in their workbooks to provide some humor inspiration.

To be honest, the lesson was not what I had anticipated. Based on my classroom visits in Nepal, in which the students had similar workbooks, the lessons were always rooted in grammar drills. There was a grammar component to the Humor Lesson in their workbook, but she ran out of time. The scheduled grammar drill was to focus on object complements in sentences. I believe this lesson will be continued on Sunday.

I was impressed with several things. Classroom management was excellent, even though the teacher had 56 students in the class. There were several young men crammed three onto one bench that spent most of the class staring out the window toward the mountains, but most of the students were focused and moved along with the lesson. I was also impressed that the information, both concepts and related vocabulary, were thematically based. The teacher livened up a very straight-forward lesson in the workbook by introducing the tongue twister competition, too. After observing the lesson, I was escorted to another classroom to teach. I had the time of my life with these students, which I will tell you about in the next blog entry!

If you are reading this blog on the East Lansing Schools site, I'd like to suggest that you check out the blog on another site, too: www.mariannechina08.blogspot.com/. I was finally able to send some photos home, and my husband has loaded some of them onto the blog. Please know that even though I am very busy here, I welcome your email. It always gets a bit lonely late in the evening, and it is good to hear from friends back in America. I haven't watched a lick of television in over a month, and I don't miss it a bit. The only show I really miss is "The Daily Show with Jon Stewart". There are no English language papers here, either, so I am truly out of the loop with national and international news - both fake and real.

And so it goes...

I'm enjoying this special time to really focus entirely on the teaching. Until we meet again, in person or in this blog sharing, I hope you will embrace those you love. My students exude the power of love both in life and in the classroom. Today, my student Cindy wrote the following in our Dialogue Journals: "My students are very clever, some of them are also naughty. But I will try to change them, especially change their bad habits with my love. I believe that love is full of energy. In my mind, if you are a teacher, you should love your job, including love your students. Teaching is a special job. You will face all kinds of students. They are not animals, not objects. So, you should love the students." Words of wisdom from a very young teacher.

And, I had fresh mango today, too! How can I keep from singing?

July 27 - Poems Inspired by Maya Angelou


Ni Hao, Dear Blog Readers,

As promised a couple days ago, I am going to post some of the poetry connected to our reading of Maya Angelou's "Phenomenal Woman". This is one of my very favorite poems, and I asked the students to write their own "Phenomenal Woman/Man" poem. Here is a sampling of what they wrote...

"Extraordinary Man" - by Jiang Xue (William)

When I was born
I'm actually an extraordinary man
The unique one of the world
no matter how may behaviour and voice
the thing and appearance
the way I walk
the way I talk
Nobody can imitate that
because that's me
An extraordinary man


When I was a student
The little gift were full of my small bag in primary school
The teenagers sitting down around me were all of the girls
The questions I asked amazed classmates in the college
'Cause I'm a man
An extraordinary man


One wonderful morning in May
A pretty girl asked me
Where does your lover live?
I say
She lives in my books
in my eyes
and in my mind
You can't see my inner heart...

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"Phenomenal Woman" - by Chen Jing (Alice)

I'm a pretty woman
I'm not tall and not slim
But when I stand in front of my friends
They think I'm a pretty woman
The white of my leg
The circle of my waist
That's me
A phenomenal woman


I sing in the classroom
I dance in the sitting room
My voice is not nice
My steps are not light
But they think I'm a pretty woman
The softness of my voice
The sweetness of my smile
That's me
A phenomenal woman


I talk with everyone else
I work with my friends
My words are not humorous
My work is not excellent
But they think I'm a pretty woman
The openness of my heart
The hard of my work
That's me
A phenomenal woman


I look at people
I smile to them
My eyes are not bright
My mouth is not red
But they think I'm a pretty woman
The kindness of my eyes
The lovely of my face
That's me
A pretty woman
A phenomenal woman
That is me!

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"Phenomenal Girl" - by Chen Ting (Ruby)

My heart is strong.
Looking through my eyes
There is a beautiful world.


Taking my hand, you will feel warm.
Looking in my heart, you will see
It's like a fire that can melt you.
That's me.
I'm a girl, a phenomenal girl.


At the deep night
I'm sitting by the window, looking at the sky
I like the silence and peace.
That's me.


When I am with my family, I'm a lovely girl.
My family loves me and I love them also
I try to give everything to them
I love my family.
That's me.I'm a girl, a phenomenal girl.

When I am with my friend, I'm a crazy girl.
I have a lot of imagination and energy.
I'm a girl, phenomenal girl.


When I am with my students,
My body full of energy.
I always get ready to teach them all what I know.
Yes.
I did a good job.
I'm a girl, a phenomenal girl.


Facing to difficulties
I'll always be ready
nothing can stop me.
I believe I'm stronger than a man.
I'm a girl, a phenomenal girl.


Facing to life
I'm full of zeal. I love my life
I'll make my life more colourful all the time.
I keep thinking and trying.
'Cause I'm a girl, a phenomenal girl.


Stay with me
Look to my inner self.
You will find a happy and strong body.


Take my hand and go with me
You will full of energy,
happy and feel hopeful.
That's me
I'm a girl, a phenomenal girl.

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I think these poems would make Maya Angelou very proud! Looking through my eyes there is a beautiful world.

July 26 - A Thousand Autumns


Ni Hao,

Last night was the big Talent Show Party. The students have been planning this party for weeks. I think their original idea was to have many of their favorite snacks and run a karaoke night. We ended up merging two ideas, which helped in locating a room to use and planning the food.

All of the students dressed up, and they looked just lovely. Nancy and I were noticing how delicate their feet looked in their high-heeled sandals, especially when compared to our clodhopper feet. The men shaved, too, which is difficult because none of us have had any water for over three days.

The party was a spectacular showcase of their many talents... and their sense of fun! They began with a song called Bijie, My Beautiful Hometown," which is a very moving melody. Joe (Wang Jiazhou) and Lydia were the co-hosts, and they flowed smoothly from Chinese to English as they announced each act. James (He Shi Wei) and Alice (Chen Jing), along with James' ten year old daughter, performed a wonderful traditional Chinese drum and cymbal piece.

Yesterday, I asked Alice to take over our class production of "The Three Little Pigs." Alice is truly one of the most gifted young women I have ever met. She sings, she dances, she plays numerous instruments, she is quite accomplished with language study, and she has a wonderful rapport with everyone she with whom she works. By morning class session yesterday, she had coordinated the cast (which is the whole class) to find sticks, straw, and bricks. The students "borrowed" a few bricks from one of the construction sites.

Anthony (Zhou Liang) was perfect as Mama Pig, and all the women made certain that he had the female clothes to fit the part. Bessie (Tian Yulan) played The Big Bad Wolf, huffing and puffing to beat the band. She is a very petite woman and probably weighs about 90 pounds. Earlier in the week, at rehearsal, she wanted to give the part to someone else because she thought she was too small to portray a wolf. We simply practiced making her voice larger and larger, and by public performance time, she was a most convincing Big Bad Wolf. The chorus helped out by snorting, giving the three pigs a more realistic air. They made placards to put around their necks, identifying the character with a drawing and a name. At the end of the play, once the wolf is cooked in the pot of boiling water, I joined the students as they danced around the wolf, singing, "Ding Dong the wolf is dead..." I was so very proud of their creativity, their energy, and the extra time they devoted to rehearsals. It was a delightful play, and they were pleased with how they brought the story to life.

Other highlights of the Talent Show included Nancy's class performing "The Little Red Hen". We also played a couple of games - a hula hoop game which involved everyone with hands linked as we moved the hula hoop around the circle, and a guessing game which involved audience pantomime participation and silly string as "punishment" for the wrong answer.

At the end of the Talent Show, which lasted three full hours, the disco ball began swirling and the dancing began. It was extremely warm in the room where we had the party, so the dancing only lasted about 90 minutes. People stepped outside the room for some breeze from the small balcony, but it was hard to cool down, even that late at night. The party was a smashing success, and I am grateful that I know so many people here in China that I can call "friend."

I will leave you with another Chinese expression: "ge yu qian qiu". This translates as "each has a thousand autumns," which means each person has enduring qualities or merits. This saying was especially true this evening as we watched the many talents emerge from our students. May you discover and celebrate your enduring qualities as well as those in others...