Chinese Cupping

Here it comes ... the end of the year. Just a month away. Today I received this invitation from Tio and Tia (Uncle and Aunt in Spanish) for a goodbye dinner this Friday for all of us who are leaving.

From L to R: Lara, Erich, Dana, Dodo, Me. At the bottom is Julie holding Munnin and Matt holding Huggin.

The end is near! It's something we've all been feeling, so I've been making an extra effort to do a couple of things that I haven't done in China. And that includes Cupping! As I understand it, Chinese cupping is a method for taking toxins out of the body. Also, in a humid climate during the winter when you can feel the cold "in your bones", cupping is a way to get that moisture out. Depending on what kind of spots you have, you can also tell what's wrong internally. I don't have any pictures of myself at the place where we did it, but here are some of the boys:

1. Use fire to heat the air inside of the cup.

2. Suction it to the person's back. (This actually tickled a lot)

3. Leave it for 10 minutes. (And then it stung)

4. And now you are bruised!

I got it done on Friday night. This is Saturday night. 24 hours later. You can see lines starting to form in some of mine, which is quite strange.



And Sunday night ... you can see that one on my left shoulder (reflective picture in the mirror) is starting to spread outside the circle. It is also cut in half. Wierd!!

So I talked to one of our TAs. What does this mean?!
She said the ones on my shoulder are darker, and that shows that I have tension in my shoulders, maybe from carrying something heavy all the time. I'm pretty sure it's just natural tension that my dad has combated all my life by asking me to drop my shoulders.
The spreading of the bruise on my left shoulder could be the sign of an injury from a repetitive motion. That's pretty interesting since I do have an injury from 5 summers working at Premier Graphics doing the same thing every 3 seconds for 10 hours a day. It's a small sharp pain that I have in that shoulder. I went to the chiropractor once for it, but I didn't think it helped so I decided to just deal with it.
The TA is very experienced with Chinese medicine. One time she did cupping on her shoulders every day for an entire week. But the last day, she didn't have any dark circles. She explained, "All the toxins are gone."

Anyways, it was an interesting experience but one I will not likely do again. I was incredibly lathargic the entire weekend (even though I drank three times the amount of water that I normally do.) And I couldn't lean up against anything because I had gigantic bruises/hickeys over my entire back.

The end of the year is full of crazy events and I'm trying to pack in as much as I can with just a hint of sadness knowing that it'll be the last time.

Jett however is living the American dream. Born on the streets of China, and he's heading to America! We're both very excited.

Here is playful Jett:

And Jett after being playful Jett:

The Chinese Tourist

After my time here with the Chinese culture ... I found this article SUPER interesting and spot on. I don't often come in contact with the Chinese tourist outside of China, but I have definitely tried to envision the Chinese outside their own culture, and this is definitely how I picture it.

The nice thing is, this article isn't blaming anyone, offers solutions, and accepts the fact that there are many exceptions. American tourists on the whole aren't exactly the most polite people either, but the Chinese behave so similarly that people in the tourism industry can definitely target behaviors and be prepared with solutions before the Chinese traveller even arrives.

http://www.cnn.com/2013/04/09/travel/chinese-tourism-impact/index.html

Mint Chocolate Cake

We've been writing penpal letters all year with a school in Illinois. Recently a new batch of letters came and one student expressed his love for Mint Chocolate Cake. This left most of my students a little confused as they have never heard of mint, since all green flavored things here are either green tea or seaweed flavored. I brought up pictures of common yummy mint snacks, but still nothing clicked. This is the only thing I could say on the subject. (And I think many of you have heard part of this analogy):

When I first got here, and we found something similar to ice cream, I got so excited! The green flavor with small black flecks looked most promising and normal. But alas, it was not mint chocolate chip ... it was green tea flavored. Imagine biting into chocolate cake and expecting yumminess but it tastes like red beans. That was the extent of my disappointment.

My students were flabberghasted by the idea ... but understood that mint is typcially delicious. Now mint is not my favorite flavor (it's actually the favorite flavor of most of my friends), and cake isn't my favorite either. But I thought this story would go nicely with my birthday weekend pics. My momma sent some Ghirardelli brownie mix for my birthday *cake* accompanied by candles and decorative frosting. I'm not a HUGE fan of birthday parties (but you probably already knew that), so my best girlfriends Shelley and Alice came over early to decorate the brownies. Then it promptly turned into May the Fourth be with You/Cinco de Mayo festivities.

Alice and Shelley decorate.

 

   

Erich drinking strawberry a strawberry margarita.



Sunshine ... in more ways than one.

1. First, the temperature is easily soaring close to 90, and gotta love that humidity! Since everything except our classrooms are open air, skirts and tank tops are actually the necessary dress code. But I didn't think about it when as redhead, I decided to wear the purple breathable tank top and green skirt that my Mom and Dad got for me in Port Townsend last summer. Kate claims I'm wearing the Little Mermaid's color scheme and now she follows me around school humming the sound track wherever I go.

2. In other sunshine news, we went to the Sunshine School. Most schools here are not setup to include students with disabilities in the classroom (including ours), so the government set up the Sunshine School. We've worked with them before on International Day and for other projects. So when a performance by their students came about, we jumped at the opportunity to attend.

First ... there were many speeches, all in Mandarin. Some I could pick up tidbits, but most were in a dialect I didn't understand. But worse that than was the bouquet of flowers that was so giant, it covered anyone that was speaking at the podium ... Look carefully and you can see the top of her head.

 

 

Next we enjoyed a dance by some clowns and a small mouse. Our crowd went wild for the dangling arm robot. 

Later the students came back to work with our moms and my friend Dodo. The moms (and Dodo) have been going every Friday to teach English. The setting is the birthday of XinXin, the talking strawberry.

(Video to come ...)



3. Other sunshiny moments have just been a great time in class. Since we have been studying constellations and the stories of Greek Gods and Goddesses, I decided to read aloud a fake tour guide book for Ancient Greece.

Now I have yet to cover gender rights so the girls were surprised and slouched more and more as I read about all the things they couldn't do, like go to school, go to plays, act in plays, play sports .. yada yada. As I continued reading, one of the boys said enthusiastically, "I really like this book Miss Lanham!" And I kinda just wanted to bop him on the head.

Later as we reviewed the Olympic games, the girls asked earnestly, "Can we attend the Olympics?" I scanned ahead and informed them that they could. They started cheering excitedly until I read the next sentence. "It says here that the Olympics are a great place for young girls to find a husband." Silence from both genders.

I continued to read that married women were not permitted to attend the Olympics, and they all pointed at me and said, "Miss Lanham, you cannot attend!!" I looked around in shock and said, "But I'm not married!" And they disagreed. "Yes you are!!" I'm normally not this bluntly honest with my elves but I said, "Don't get me wrong, I would like to be married someday, but I have to ask ... If I am married, where is my husband?" I got several responses:
- In your house (all the time?)
suitors)
- *dramatically points to the sky* In the stars! (and actually most of the constellations that we are studying do NOT have happy endings, like Chronos eating all his children. So I would prefer my husband not be in the stars.)

Last the tour guide informed us of the dos and don'ts of Ancient Greece.
Do: Wash your hands before you give a toast to the Gods.
Do: Wear a chiton.
Don't: Use the street as a bathroom.
I started laughing so hard I couldn't breathe. That last don't is a daily occurance in Beilun. The men don't even turn away from the street. You could see the looks of confusion on the elves' faces like, what's wrong with that?

So, so many things.

Fail

I'm getting a little ambitious toward the end of the school year. We have 6 weeks left, and I feel that the elves have just learned so much, especially in English, that we can do so many more exciting projects! We prepared by doing create your own constellation and planet essays to prep for the vocabulary they would need. So, currently we are tackling, a Greek Myth/constellation report, a fiction book review using a book of their choice, and a Magic School Bus solar system play... Oh, and don't forget about fractions!! Go go super 2nd grade power!

Right now, the elves are definitely working on the hardest projects from the entire year, and they're doing it all at once. With that, comes a lot of success. And I love to report the success! But I also have to report the fails ....

Create your own constellation:
"... It's shaped like a queen. It's the most beautiful in the whole universe. That's me." Vanity fail?

Fiction Book Report:
Elf: "But Ms. Lanham, I cannot find the author" *Holds up Green Eggs and Ham*
Me: *Face palm* (really truly)

Create your own planet essay:
Elf: "On my planet, there will be no air pollution" *Pause to actually sneeze*
I guess that's a China air quality fail. And everyone got it because my other elves starting rolling on the carpet in giggles at the shear irony of it.

Elf: "How would you say the ground is kind of bumpy?"
Me: "I would say that the ground is kind of bumpy."

Also, while writing the fiction book report ... Two high schoolers started arm wrestling, literally in my classroom doorway. I've kept the door open since the weather has been so pleasant lately. I wasn't quite sure who to glare at first, so I said with GREAT emphasis, "Gen-tle-man!". Behind me I hear the singing chorus of all three of my Korean students in unison, "Mother, father gentleman!" Noooooo!!! Not sure it's it's made it to your part of the world yet, but that is the title of Psy's new song. You know, that guy that sings Gangnam Style? Not sure I can take anymore!!


Also, on a completely different note, I feel like I have transformed our school into a humane society. As if people didn't think we were crazy enough for taking Jett in, but at least he is one less puppy on the street. And really, we all just ADORE him. After parent-teacher conferences last week, I left after an exhausting 13 hour day to find a 3-week old kitten meowing like crazy outside the guard shack. She was either terribly starving, or crying for mom, or both. But after half an hour, we couldn't coax her out of the bushes.

Next morning, that kitten is still in the same spot! Still crying, only now her voice is absolutely hoarse. We tried again that morning, but she wouldn't come out of the bushes. When I heard a security guard got her out, I called Cup of Joe to have them deliver a container of milk (apparently Chef Bob, our cafeteria cook, only has noodles), and ran out to find the kitten during first recess. After asking the guards, they said they didn't know where the cat was. I came back with Shelley, and they finally admitted that they had her in the back. In the back room, they lifted a traffic cone, and there was the poor thing, all curled up underneath A TRAFFIC CONE. Seriously? So I scooped up the little one real quick. Wasn't about to leave her with the guards!

She stopped yowling once she was in my lap. And then I tried to get her to lick some milk ...
 

 

 

 And once we got her to Kate's science classroom, we were able to find a *clean* eye dropper and she just lapped it all up. Now she's a content little kitty:

I apologized to Cavon for making his school into a humane society. But he supported us when we took in Jett, and he was proud of us for taking in this little gal. He said he would do what he could to get the word out that we were trying to find a home for her ... Little did he know his wife was interested! Later that day Nida came to Kate's and the two of them took the kitty back to Nida's classroom. Apparently they passed Cavon on the way, and the look in his eyes was the *What have I gotten myself into?* She had a trial run at Cavon's over the weekend, and they have decided to keep her. They're even keeping the name Asoka (courtesy of Kate). And the best thing? We have a list of families who are willing to take in the next stray kittens that we find. Trying to get these little guys off the streets in a healthy way. I won't tell you what the guards were going to do to her. But then again, I don't think I have to.