Thursday, April 12, 2012

So I've been thinking...

My lessons this week have been about cultural differences and working in multi-cultural situations. Today's  lecture was about the differences between people in the West and the East.

We looked at how we view personal space, time, power differences, collectivist and individualist cultures and high and low context (basically how direct and flexible we are culturally). These are generalizations, but they show a trend of differences between the two cultures in amazing ways.

Note: These statements are what people 'tend to' be like, not what all Americans/Chinese are like.
 
Space:
In the West, we value space so much that we even write songs about "Wide Open Spaces" we don't stand too close to anyone because we don't want to "invade their space" and if we happen to bump into someone, every polite American child knows what they should say... "I'm sorry" right?

Well, in China it looks a little more like this:
In a bus.
At the train station.

"What in the world is personal space?" thinks Robin's student. Exactly the point.

Time:
In America, we want to know what time it is at all times. We say that time is money and we spend it according to how much value we place on the task at hand. Those are generalizations, of course, and we also value people, but in general, tasks come before people.

In China, relationships are life. There is a saying that I sadly do not know in Chinese that is something like this, "Without relationship, you are dead." So many of their decisions and business deals revolve around relationship, and you really cannot make it here without them. Oh, and they have their own phrase for time: "Time is life."

Power distance:
In America, you can be friends with your boss and there are few people who would think you were trying to get ahead if you went to lunch with him or her. You are considered more of an equal in the relationship even if there is a leader/worker relationship involved.

In China, there is one boss who is so far above us that we have to get through layers of red tape and at least 20 people before we can hope to reach him. You are assigned to the person above you and they are in turn assigned to the person above them. When a leader makes a decision, it is final. You don't question it. A student in my class was trying to help someone who comes from a low power distance culture and works in a high power distance culture. He said, "When you are told to do something, you should just calm down and do it. Don't get mad, just do it." I thought that summed it up pretty well.

Collective and Individual:
Those from the West value individualism. We think about rights, opinions, and responsibilities of the individual. We appreciate each others' differences and uniqueness and admire those who can "pull themselves up by their bootstraps" so to speak. We also talk about diversity a lot!

For those from the East, the group is what matters. Your position in the group defines you. For example, when I am at Olivia's school, I am not referred to as Robin but "Olivia's mom". When they want to talk to me, they simply say, "美华的妈妈。。。" (Olivia's mama....). My students do not usually call me Robin or Mrs. Robin but refer to me as 老师 or "teacher". That is my position and that is how I fit in the group.

There is a sense of safety in the group where it is dangerous outside the group. In the group, you are protected and you belong. Outside the group, you are vulnerable and alone. Not a good place to be in a collectivist culture.  Another time I will have to talk about the relationship network and a little about how it works here. Fascinating!

Context:

In the West, we tend to be more direct and focused on the task. We take pride in accomplishing a task and doing it well.  That isn't to say we don't value people or want to be with them.
 






In China, they are more focused on the situation and tend to be indirect... sort of. There are areas where we in the West might either not say anything or be indirect where they ask pointed questions and make very direct statements.

An example might be in the winter when we are wearing 5 layers of clothing to the Chinese 8 layers. They will say, "You aren't wearing enough clothes."(It is the responsibility of the members of the group to help protect and guide others so that everyone is safe, sound, and WARM.) We probably wouldn't say anything. (It is the individual's choice to wear what they want. If they are cold, it is their own problem. We might think they are crazy, but we won't tell them to change their clothes necessarily.)

"So What?"
  As I was working through these with my students, I was struck by how different our cultures really are. In many ways, we are polar opposites. I think A and they think Z. I would naturally look up when they would be looking down. It feels so awkward at times and like my clothes don't fit right. Like I eat and eat and never get full. Like I'm walking in sandals when I need fuzzy lined boots.

  But then over time, I have learned to wear the clothes the locals are wearing and they fit a little better. I have learned to eat the way they eat and it fills my stomach. I have relinquished my desire to wear the sandals and embraced the boots. The more time I spend in the culture, the more I find myself loving it and appreciating the differences that so frustrated me 11 years ago.

  We are different, but that really is all it is: different, and different is really really good. My need for "space" has diminished considerably. I find myself caring more about who I'm with than what we are trying to accomplish. I appreciate the warmth and intimacy of the 'group' and my place in it. I'll never be Chinese no matter how long I live here. I love America and being American, but I treasure what I am learning from the Chinese and experiencing in this culture that is so very unique from my own.

This was a longer post. Thanks for reading.
See ya' next time. 下次见!(xia ci jian)

Monday, April 9, 2012

I absolutely love teaching!

  Today was a great teaching day. I discovered something that I had either forgotten or hadn't tried in awhile. There were some group discussions that were teacher lead where I read a situation, the groups discussed some possible outcomes and then we discussed their outcomes as a class. At the beginning, I spent a great deal of time at the front of the room, but I decided somewhere in the middle to stand in the back while the whole class discussion was underway.
  I found that the students were more willing to volunteer and discuss than when I was standing in the front. It was almost as if they were waiting for me to spew out an answer while I was up there but were more free to venture out and speak without solicitation when I was in the back. They strained their necks to look at me at first, but then they started talking more to the board than to me directly. They asked good questions and came up with some good insights.
  Our topic in class were cultural misunderstandings, and I always find this interesting when they begin to share why the Chinese person did what they did and how that was appropriate for their culture. They seem really intuitive about these things, and I enjoy hearing their ideas and suggestions for the foreigners in the senario. I LOVE it!
  These students are all graduate students studying engineering, so they don't care so very much about improving their oral English in general, but they have been working so hard, and I have truly enjoyed being their teacher these past few weeks. I am going to miss them when our class ends next Thursday.

Masked Mama

  Sometimes I walk around thinking about different things I could blog about. I even have the write-ups all in my head, but then I find myself busy with other things or unable to get to the computer to put it down. Sometimes I am afraid my rendition of what happened won't quite capture how it all really went down and  you will be left with either a furrowed brow or a very confused look on your face and miss that it was all intended to be a funny story. 
  Sometimes life here is just that confusing. Sometimes we look around and aren't quite sure what just happened. We live in this crazy middle world at times not knowing if we are really in China or if this is some subplanet that we have found ourselves on and are waiting for orders to return to Earth. 
  Olivia has said before that she thinks it is America inside our apartment and Harbin outside and she isn't quite sure where China is, but she knows you have to take a train to Beijing and Thailand is always referred to as "that place we flew to." Somehow that wraps up the fact that this is not our home meaning this is a layover as we wait for our real Home. You get my meaning?
  Yesterday was Easter or 复活节 (fu huo jie). That literally means "resurrection day" and we celebrated it by going to a local fellowship. When we left for the service, the weather seemed really nice. I remember as a child growing up in South Carolina where the weather wouldn't dare be cold or rainy or anything close to ugly on Easter. I didn't think it could be a bad weather day on that holiday! 
  We walked to the bus stop yesterday and the temperature was around 45 and there was a nice breeze. So far, keeping up with my stereotype for a nice day on Easter. After the service, we walked out to find that a sandbag in heaven had spilled out the same time that a tornado (not a real one) decided to blow through. It was a chilly wind blowing dirt into every pore. Thankfully I had decided a hat was a good idea for Joel or the ladies on the street would have thrown me into jail on sight. 
  Now, Chinese women carry around these 纱布 or sand cloths (think scarves) that they put over their faces to keep the dust and dirt from getting in their eyes, noses and mouths. I never seem to have mine when I need it and then wear it when nobody else seems to think they are necessary. So, on this occasion, a "masked mama" came up yelling and chasing us down the street hitting our teammate and exclaiming in no uncertain terms that it was cold and we needed to get those babies inside! Another woman began yelling at Steve, who was holding Olivia, that her hat was coming off as if her leg, not a hat, were falling from her body. Another woman yells to the first that "they don't understand" and Steve refuses to fix the child's hat until the women are out of sight. * Not the best attitude perhaps, but that is as it is. 
  As we attempted to make our way to the bus stop and wait for a bus, another lady began yelling and telling us to get on the bus even though she had no idea where we were going or which bus we needed to take. It didn't matter, we just needed to get on! she believed.
  We did get on a bus and we did make it home in one piece, but I no longer hold the opinion that Easter must be a nice weather day. I don't think it has been one of those any of the years I have lived in the northeast of China.
See ya' later! 再见!
  *Note: China is a collective society which means it is natural, everyone's duty, to advise on parenting, amount of clothes you are wearing, and other various ways to care for others or strangers. This means it is okay to laugh. :) 

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Videos by Olivia

Robin has a good April Fools story from yesterday, but for today, some videos by Olivia.

Hello! Video:

(No children were harmed in the making of this video.)
Bye! Video:

Hello Floor!
ENJOY!
ZaiJian!
再见!
-Hacked by 石恒志

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

OH BoyS!

Well, it looks like winter is leaving us alone and spring is popping its head in, but I did slip on the ice the other day, so who knows. It was one of those comic moments where your feet keep walking, but you don't go anywhere and then...BLAM! down on your tush you go. I got up and wiped off the mud and my pride and started on my way. An older lady came out of the apartment building and asked,” 你晒到了吗?” (Ni shuai dao le ma?" Have you fallen down?) I assured her I had, and kept going.

Today, I taught my second group of students. I gave the first group their final exams last week, and it seems strange to now begin with a new class. I got to know the first group well, and four of the girls have been coming over to my house. SO much fun.

Today's class was special. As the students came in, I was amazed by the large number of them who were boys. Up until now, most of my students have been English majors. Not many guys choose that field needless to say, and a majority of the students are therefore girls. Not so with my non-English major students who are primarily engineering graduate students. Out of 32 students only about 4-5 are girls! What a dynamic!!

They were a lot fun. Their English level seems pretty high and they are VERY active. I think it will be an interesting four weeks. I plan to have the lonely girls over to do girly stuff just to give them a bit of a break. :)

Thursday, March 8, 2012

I'm Dreaming of a White Easter

Christmas in Harbin wasn't white, but the weather has more than made up for itself the past few days. The fluffy white snow falling and actually sticking has been quite fun.

Yes, I know it is March and we should be turning our down coats in for lighter layers and pastel colors. With such a mild winter behind us, I can't help but feel giddy watching the snowflakes fall. :)






Olivia enjoyed "cleaning off" the slides at her preschool. :)

 
Snow angels in March. Who'd a thought it?

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Back in the Saddle

Well, I have a wonderful husband. He is thoughtful in so many ways. It is 1:51 am and I cannot sleep because well... you need to be able to breath to do that. I just read his last blog. Thanks for those of you who have been thinking about us. We still need it! In fact, a number of our teammates are suffering with sickness now too.

Today I taught my first class and it was so much fun. The lesson wasn't all that special- introduction lessons rarely are - but it was great to meet the students and hear their timidity and hope come out for the class. I am teaching masters degree students who aren't English majors. That means that even though they have had English in the past, they have not had many opportunities to use it. Their focus was probably writing and reading more than listening and speaking. So, what fun it is to be able to give them those chances to speak and encourage them along the way.

Olivia is also back in school. It seems she didn't understand why she couldn't sit on the floor. "We sit on the floor at home" was her response when Steve was getting the low-down from the teacher. In general, Chinese people are afraid of being cold or letting cold in you. Drinking cold drinks, not wearing enough clothes, and sitting on the "cold" floor all bring a fear of the dreaded ganmaole 感冒了 or "cold". So, it is no wonder that her teachers were fit to be tied when she decided that she would sit on the floor in school today. Who knows, maybe there is something to their theory. She does have a cold. Then again, she is 3 and I hear she will have quite a few episodes of it before she is 5.  怎么办?(Zenmeban?) What can be done?

See ya' later! 再见!