Short Stories: October

a collection of some of my other favorite moments from this past month, many of which took place in the classroom:


I’m doing a lesson on types of meat that we can cook, and for fun ask the kids to draw some interpretation of the animal it comes from. Jenny and William think they are brilliant, and to avoid coming up, say they are vegetarians and don’t eat meat. I force them to come up anyway and talk about their favorite vegetables and draw something for me. See below:


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Learning about American Families through Civil Rights, Brangelina, and Pictionary

Mr. Cheng is the most progressive teacher his students will ever encounter at their three year, Tier 7 College. I’m super proud to say students have yet to open their outdated and dreadfully boring British textbooks for Oral English.

I keep it real and challenge my students to see and understand America as a wonderful but imperfect, living, breathing, and evolving country. For example, I talked about the American Dream, the whole “two cars in every garage” mandate, and showed them photos of happy families living in the suburbs, in the post-war boom era

Living the American Dream

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fending off baijiu at a rural(ish) wedding

My good friend Monica, her boyfriend Fox, and I are in a car headed to Yuzhong. Monica’s friend is getting married in “the countryside” so she thought it would be cool for me to tag along. I’m wearing a hoodie, jeans, and sneakers because I was definitely over-dressed at my last wedding and don’t want to look out of place. We drive for an hour and get out in what looks like it could have been “the countryside” ten years ago, but is now turning into more urban sprawl

farmland is slowly being eaten by developers for real estate

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Several weeks ago on my way back from the men’s room during break, I was AMBUSHED in the hallway by one of my sophomore students, Amy. She is a sweet but super shy student and never speaks during class, but handed me a piece of paper, folded into a small square. In very neat handwriting she wrote something along the lines of “my english is poor… but I want to invite you to a party to welcome the freshman, at the end of September.” I couldn’t say No at this point, and I figured it was a one-time event, so I told her I would love to attend and we would follow up through text on QQ. Continue reading