Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Love, It's All You Will Ever Need

Or so they always told the little girl. Unhappiness doesn't need to be solved by you, they said. He will come. He will complete you. All you need to do is wait. Don't strive, don't aspire, what would be the point? He is coming.

So she did. She listened and did nothing. Contented in her bower, she sat and thought about Him. What would he look like, she wondered? Will he be beautiful? Will he be kind? Will he really make everything else fade, not matter?

But this could only take her so far. Bored with the limitation of a single Him, she moved beyond.  She conjured up wisps that formed into stories. Stories of companions, of journeys, of distant landscapes that were as far from her prison as she could escape to. Bright as moonlight, the wisps grew large in the reflections on her open eyes and whisked her away. Glitzy balls she attended. With glittering dragon’s fire did she warm her hands. On stars she reclined and watched the antics of dancing planets. The rabbit with the monocle, the bear with the crown, and the lion with its fierce roar, bosom confidantes, laughed with her when she was hopeful and held her when she was wracked with sobs.  

They locked her away, you see. Too fragile, they whispered. She will break, crushed upon the twisted spikes of reality. Too weak, they breathed. Incapable. Inexperienced. Powerless. Worthless, like a porcelain doll. Insidiously, these thoughts crept and crawled, inching their way towards her. They oozed and they dribbled inky darkness. Stealthily, the words slithered through her as she lay dreaming about the rescue that was promised.

One by one, the words squeezed into her ears, contorting themselves to fit. Soon, they filled her and left room for nothing more. One by one, the wisps began to fade. First the sweeping mountains, oceans, and forests dimmed into nothingness. Then the stars twinkled out, shut off as if a switch had been flipped. One by one, the night went dark around her. As she cried out in alarm, grasping first for the fierce lion, he was already turning transparent, his roar drifting further and further away. She whipped towards the rabbit but he too was waving a slow goodbye as he blended into the bed frame. Finally, with its arms wrapped tight around her, the bear’s warmth started to seep into bitter cold. With her eyes wide open, she stared blindly around her room.

They forgot about her, you see. He never came. Locked up in the dust, in the worn, she sat where she had been left. The world didn’t break her, you see. They did. 
 
This is a story I wrote and shared on this site called hitRECord. This site is the brainchild of Joseph Gordon Levitt and I've very recently (today) become involved. 


If you want to contribute or even heart it, just search Cicinator or, even more simply, click here:


Hope you enjoyed it!

Also, here is a phenomenal talk by Elif Shafak, a Turkish writer, about the power of fiction:

Elif Shafak

She has the most fascinating views. 

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Tibet: Drepung and Nechung

So this has been a long time in coming but I figured I'd finally add to my posts on Tibet. I went for a week in January and already detailed the expensive and somewhat frustrating process of actually getting there:


Let's see... I left off talking about the Barkhour, which is the square that pilgrims circumambulate. After spending a day or two resting and getting used to the altitude, I decided to explore a little further afield. First I went to Drepung Monastery. You can just hail a cab to get there and your tour guide will know how to do all this. This Monastery is HUGE, absolutely ridiculously large! I was there for a couple of hours and maybe saw 1/4 of it... What made this worse was the crowding. As I mentioned in the previous post, winter is the time for nomads and practitioners to make their way to Lhasa and where do many of them go? Drepung. As an advance warning to any who hope to go around this time, Tibetans have no sense of personal space and have no qualms with pushing up right against you in order to get closer to the statues, etc. Also, they shove. A lot. There was one statue towards the end of my adventure that was said to have been naturally formed from the rock. It is literally a battleground trying to get to the statue. You must never give ground and you have to fight your way to the front. This is not for the faint of heart. Even when I got up to this ledge that gives you a boost so you can look at the statue, people kept crowding from behind me to the extent that I couldn't even move to get down and let them take my place!

However, there are some perks to being a foreigner who is a non-practitioner. Since there were so many people, authorities created lines outside of the chapels so that there wouldn't be a stampede. For most of the chapels, I was allowed to skip the line and go straight inside because they were banking on me to just have a quick look-see before heading right back out rather than spending the time to prostrate and go through that whole thing.

If you decide to go to Lhasa, Drepung is a must see but be warned when there is supposed to be a high volume of people, it's not the most pleasant experience.  

Beautiful view from Drepung





Lots of people asking for money on the way up








I snuck some of these pictures...



One of the chapels

These stairs were NOT fun with the altitude




You have to stoop to walk through here, it'll get your heart pumping!



Massive line

Randomly found this...

After leaving Drepung, I headed to Nechung Monastery. It is only a short walk to it, so we didn't even need to bother with getting a cab or anything! I really loved Nechung. It was peaceful, beautiful, and apparently no one got the memo about it because it was wonderfully not-crowded. This is a smaller monastery and only really has one main complex. This monastery was built where a protector deity, Pehar, manifested. This whole monastery is a tribute to him.

Protector deities are usually wrathful deities who have been subjugated and roped into the duty of maintaining Buddhist teachings. In exchange they get prayers and offerings like alcohol, symbolic blood, fruits, and yak butter. Pehar is kind of a big deal. He is/was the protector of Samye Monastery, which is the oldest Buddhist monastery in Tibet. 

Ran into some yaks along the way!




There it is!







More of a crowd in the center room, I sneaked this picture...

There's Pehar!



This was the restaurant at the back of the complex...
That's it for now, don't want to overwhelm with photos or information! I'll put up one more post about my trip there later.  

Friday, April 22, 2011

The End of TEFL

A few weeks ago I finally finished my online TEFL program and received my certificate! I am ridiculously glad it is done and I feel as if a great weight has been lifted. More than anything else, it was an exercise in perseverance. The irony of this certificate was that I was already teaching while taking this course to learn how to teach... At the end of the day (an idiom I taught my kids), I'm glad that I did it but it was PAINFUL to get through. For any who are interested in participating in this program, I'll provide details of what I did and what site I went to.

This all started in September. I had just moved to Hong Kong and, not wanting to impinge on my cousin's generosity, had started to look for an apartment in earnest. Having already detailed this search in this post: Hong Kong Living Advice, I won't repeat myself. Tired of apartment hunting, I took a break to start looking for jobs. Since I had no qualifications for teaching other than a university degree and native English ability, I thought it might be prudent to enroll in a TEFL course. At first I was confused between a TEFL, a TESOL, TESL, and the Cambridge examinations. Here are a couple of sites that helped clarify things for me, kind of...:



To be completely honest, I feel like the distinctions between them are pretty superficial and that each of them would do the job. I opted for a TEFL just because I recognize it and have heard it the most.

Since I was newly graduated and had just moved to another country, being cheap was a pretty important factor. All of the in-class courses that I saw were exorbitantly expensive, as in more than a thousand US dollars. That pretty much ruled that option out. I started looking into online courses and pretty quickly became confused because if you do a google search for TEFL courses, you'll find a ton of sites that are all plays on rearranging the letters. That told me nothing about what was legitimate. I didn't want to just hand over my money just to have it disappear. After cross referencing a ton of reviews, etc., I finally settled on ITTT (which I think is a very large company that goes by a few names):


I chose the 120 hour certificate with tutor since I HATE taking tests. I chose the 120 since I wanted to seem a bit more legitimate completing a teaching course online. I felt that the 50, 60, and 100 just weren't worth the cost. The tutor course was more pricey than to just read through everything and do an exam at the end but definitely worth it to me. My last two years of undergrad I chose only seminars that required a final paper. I just hate the stress! Especially after one very unforgettable experience when I actually forgot when my exam was supposed to start and ended up sprinting to the hall an hour late...


Anyway, I ended up spending a couple hundred U.S. dollars but it was fairly straightforward. After enrolling in the course (no biggy), I got an email from my tutor, Pippa, who laid out my directions. I was informed that I had six months to complete the course starting from when I submitted the first lesson. After I sent in the first lesson, she sent me the next two. When I turned in one lesson, she would send me another one so I always had something to work on.


Let me give you some advice if you decide to do this: GET IT DONE. I know six months seems like plenty of time for only 20 lessons but trust me, they tend to drag on and take comfortable seats on the back burner. My tutor didn't seem extremely strict on the six month rule (I ended up crossing the 6 months by a few days and she didn't say anything) and that almost makes it worse.


The reason it was so difficult for me was that literally within two days of beginning this course, I interviewed for a job and was hired on the spot. Without a certificate. It was really difficult to come home after a long day of teaching and curriculum planning only to need to fill out a long worksheet on grammar or classroom management.

I hated the grammar parts. As a native English speaker, I never really learned grammar intensively and have trouble thinking of the English language broken up into parts. I feel like some of my older students could kick my ass in grammar here since it is DRILLED into them at school. However, I didn't have too much trouble since I just sounded things out. I know that's not the proper method but it worked for me! 

That's about all I've got on this whole process! There will be more photography next time and now I'll leave you with a song:


Also, here again is a link to the short travel writing piece I submitted for a scholarship competition to Turkey:


I want this so badly and I find out on Thursday. I'm just a ball of nerves until then!

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Plagiarism as a Lifestyle

I feel like from an early age, it's been drilled into me to never cheat or plagiarize. Doesn't mean that it never happened, but at least I was aware that I was breaking the rules. Here, not so much. I ended up having the most frustrating class last Thursday when I spent about an hour and a half convincing these two high schoolers that not only was plagiarism immoral, they just weren't skilled enough to get away with it. It was the second argument that stuck.

To give a bit of context, these two kids are taking the SSATs which is an exam usually reserved for private boarding schools. However, these siblings are moving to Canada and are taking the exam in order to be placed in classes. I was supposed to teach them the essay section. Funny fact, the essay section doesn't actually count for anything but it is sent to the schools for teachers to see. In a way, I think this section is more important than the others since these aren't just scores but the actual work produced by the students. One of the biggest issues with this system is that it is geared towards native English speakers. Clearly it is an English test designed to gauge ability but all of the essay questions are in the form of idioms. Idioms are so specialized that even understanding every single word won't help you figure out the meaning. For example, the students were presented with the saying, "never judge a book by its cover." They thought it literally meant that you shouldn't guess the story of a novel by only looking at the picture. Their argument was that publishers try everything to sell books, even going to the extent of putting images that are not related to the material inside. While these students do lack a critical depth, I don't think they should be faulted for misunderstanding that this is an idiom and therefore can't be read by a surface explanation.

In any case, the way that essays are written in Hong Kong is very different from stateside, from Canada, from most of the Western world. The examination system is much more centered on letter and suggestion writing rather than seemingly objective and argumentative essays. Their view of a thesis statement is merely a statement of opinion rather than providing a structure for the rest of the paper. They are encouraged to use "I" and rhetorical questions. For the record, I HATE rhetorical questions. Barely anything irks me more than a rhetorical question. Do I see a point to rhetorical questions? No. Since I'm one of those people that always hits the upper limit to a page requirement, the biggest thing I've had to work on is cutting down and making my writing succinct (Hah! Don't have to do it on my blog!). I learned real early to cut down on extraneous devices such as rhetorical questions. Unfortunately, here they teach this style as a way to vary sentence construction.

I will stop myself before I go into a full on rant about the issues I see with writing here... Anyway, it's been around two months that I've been teaching this course. By the end, I actually ended up creating a full essay template. All they had to do was fill in the blanks. This is because they had the worst time actually giving any context to the examples that they decided to use. They continually assumed knowledge about a subject. Here is an example:

"That guy wanted money. But she didn't want to give money. So he divorced her and took the money. Therefore not all that glitters is gold."

I wish I were joking.

So, moving onto the plagiarism fiasco. The last lesson before they were supposed to take the exam, I decided to just review everything that we had gone through and answer any questions that they had. Weellllllll, one of the first questions I was asked was, "but what if we just copied the material from online and gave that in?" I then proceeded to give them a very serious talk about plagiarism and how it is wrong. I even talked about the University of Virginia and its honor code, which gets you kicked out if you cheat. They nodded very seriously the whole time I was talking and at the end asked me, "but how will anyone know?" I then had to give a spiel about how obvious it is to the teacher when a student plagiarizes. I even brought up an instance that had happened in the class when the brother plagiarized an entire essay on capital punishment... I explained how complexity of language, sentence structure, argument, and statistics give them away and that they won't get away with it. Again with the nodding in agreement, followed by, "but will anything that bad happen to us? Maybe it won't be noticed and even if it is, it can't be that serious, right?"

I wanted to tear out my hair in frustration.

Never have I actually had to argue against a sea of "buts" when it comes to cheating! I then reiterated all of the penalties: being kicked out, receiving a zero, failing out, etc. Again, with the nodding, again followed with, "but what if we read 'Romeo and Juliet' and I don't understand? What should I do then?" WEEEELLLLLLL, you could maybe try and see if you might ask your teacher or a fellow student? Maybe?

Finally, I asked for reinforcements. My boss came in and gave them a talking to in Cantonese all about sophisticated computer equipment that would scan and check for plagiarism.

Boss: "These systems check every four or five words and you can't fool them!"   

Students: "But, what if we only copy every three words?"

...

After an hour and a half of our combined efforts, I think we finally impressed on them that they would definitely get caught. More frustrating was that they weren't understanding the disservice done to the original author, the disservice done to themselves by removing the need for original thought and opinion. After being spoon-fed rote memorization, I understand that it is a daunting task to actually try to critically analyze anything for yourself but I feel like this is the true value of education. To be able to think for yourself and form your own opinions and be able to defend them with researched and reasoned responses.

This is not just a problem for these two students but one endemic to this type of system. One of the most troubling aspects of my experience is that this is occurring in Hong Kong, one of the most metropolitan and international cities in the world.

Here is a link to a very interesting article on Plagiarism in China:


It's pretty interesting to keep clicking on related links. The picture presented is at odds with the overwhelming media presentation of a society poised to overtake the rest of the world. Without authentic research and the drive to question existing knowledge, no nation can hope to be the hegemonic power (haha, haven't had to use that word since last year! Woot no more foreign affairs for me!).

Honestly this entry is not meant to be a dig at any nation or a true political evaluation of the current geo-political climate. This is just me venting about a frustrating experience. Here's to hoping that these two students were an anomaly.

Now, I'll leave you with a link to some amazing photos of glaciers! I'll post some of my own next time =)


By the way, it is now a goal of mine to explore glacier caves at some point in time.