Hu Xiang Hotel
Travel Blogs from Hengyang
... when walking by the cantine and chatting with some students a very umm loud? girl i had never met walked right in between my students and i and announced "i need you to help me practice English!"
....this was my first encounter with NANCY!
so Nancy is a senior 3 who apparently is wanting to go to some kind of English-speaking university and desperately needs help practicing her oral English. so even though my friends get PAID for tutoring i have agree to meet with ...
... my and Elana's fate i realized later that day as she was talking that the audition was indeed in conflict with my wonderful parents' trip here!...A SCAPE GOAT AT LAST!...on this point i told her very clearly and quickly that i just realized how upset i was it wasn't a possibility, shoved a bunch of sweets in Elana's little hands, apologized and sealed the deal with a bottom line "absolutely cant do it but good luck!" and literally ran away....maybe not so nice or subtle but ...
... my china-winter wardrobe, still planning mom and dad's trip :) and still running errrday as much as i can! (though very sad to report my garmin seems to have died WTF and I'm weighing what i wanna do about it ha :/ )
BTW- any ideas for small, cheap and very KY-oriented gifts i can have Mom and Dad bring over Christmas for Chinese friends/students???
I'm all ears! :)
new and interesting tid bits about China:
1) I've been wondering what my students ...
... YAY....ONLY NOT!
so this morning about 7am i realized i have lost my USB. Yes I am an idiot and managed to lose it and not back up any of my files AT ALL on my computer.
disastrous to say the least. literally scoured the town and made every effort- went to all classes, walked to both supermarkets and back and even had students look about! BUT IT IS GONE!
i finally excepted this by 815am..at which point i ran to my ...
... a tiny 5 year old, crying out in panic as her entire body was wracked with an epileptic seizure she was fully aware of, was beyond heartbreaking.
And yet there is hope as the ICC staff work unswervingly with the children and cultural system they are in. There is hope when one hears about children being sponsored or adopted. There is hope when within a couple of short weeks, I see a child I work with, learn to take food from a spoon properly ...