你好!
I am Xiang, the current International Studies teacher assistant at Kalajoki
Lukio. Sorry that I came here to introduce myself after almost 3 months’ life in Kalajoki. Time flies, isn't it? I am right now listening to Khalid’s songs when writing this blog. One of the most
amazing parts of working as teacher here is that I have learned a lot from my
students, especially their taste of music. J
I was born and raised up in a small village near Shanghai. The total
population of that village is about 3,350. However, the usual residents is
probably less than half because most of us work in the cities to earn money. We
normally come back for family dinner during Chinese New Year’s Eve.
As the “so-called” top student in my town, I got admitted to one of
those prestigious universities in Beijing, capital city of China, to get my
university’s degree in 2005. That supposed to be the most successful moment in
my life because we all thought my residential identity would change from village
to city. If I managed to get married and own a house in Beijing, then I could
probably lift my whole family from the village.
China developed and transformed dramatically during the past 30 years.
My family were incapable of understanding what is going on all the time, so I was.
We survived to the extent what we could see and reach. By then, we all believed that I
would get a decent job if I finished my university degree in that top
university. That’s what we were told by the society.
I did an internship as an assistant to the owner of a loansharking
company in Beijing after 4 years’ study in International Business. During those
4 years, I had won National Scholarship and School Scholarships because of my
good marks in school. Here came my first time to book a flight ticket online
for my boss. I searched on Baidu (equivalent to Google in China) and it linked
me to Hainan Airline’s website. I input all the information and soon I received
a call from the company. I didn’t remember the details anymore, but I was asked
to go to the ATM and put some confirmation number. I did what I was asked to
and after I pressed the “Enter” button on the ATM, I realized that I just transferred
about RMB60,000 from my boss’s bank account to another person’s account. By
then, my tuition in university is RMB5,000 a year and I had 2 years loan, which
was RMB10,000 in total. I asked the bank to stop the transfer, the staff in the
back said they couldn’t do it. I went back to the office and tried to open the
website again and found the website was invalid. I went to the police station
and reported everything to the policeman. When I was waiting in the lobby, the
other staff said to me that: you were tricked by someone else and people
normally wouldn’t get the money back in case like this.
I was astonished. And that’s what I got after studying 16 years in
schools and always as the top student in terms of all kinds of tests. All the
trust (towards bank, police system, big companies like Baidu) I have learned in
school went bankrupt. That’s the moment I started to question the education I
have received in general. You could argue that I didn’t receive enough
parenting education, I was/am stupid or whatever. But I want to change something
in the education that stupid people like me can start their real life smoother
and easier.
This incident planted a seed inside me, that I always wanted to make
some change in education. Later on, I got chance to work with people from
different walks of life: Chinese people from different social classes and different generations,
foreigners who are experts in different areas and want to get a slice of the
cake from the huge economic development in China. They more or less shed a
light on my way in searching of how things work in this country, which by the way is
almost as big as the whole Europe. My last job before heading to Finland (to
get my master’s degree in Education and Globalisation in University of Oulu in
2016) provided me opportunities to visit many places in China: from south to
north, from east to west. Many foreigners know one of the greatest Chinese
artist called “Ai Weiwei”, however, I admire his father “Ai Qing” the most. Ai
Qing was a poet. My favorite line from one of his powerful poems says:
为什么我的眼里常含泪水?因为我对这土地爱得深沉。Why are teardrops always welled in my eyes? Because I’m deeply in love with
this land.
The more I travel inside China, the more I love this country, its people and how they struggle to live in such a enormously transformative society, as the projections of my own life. From the media, you can only see parts of it; whereas from your own eyes and heart, you see deeper and further. The seed of changing tiny part of its education starts sprouting.
My current boss, Mr. O'Gorman :) said, you could introduce yourself by posting
pictures you have taken during your traveling. But in my opinion, pictures are so powerless since we can easily find them online. There are enormous information
on line, how much do we really care? Furthermore, why should we care?
By the moment I wrote here, I suddenly want to post some pictures of the cities I
have been to. For your interest and for my memory on this cloudy
Sunday. The pictures are listed chronologically.
Annual dinner party in January 2013. @ Beijing
After the 1st marathon in my life in
2014. It’s a very smoggy day. @ Beijing
@ Xiamen, south China
The Terracotta Army. @ Xi’an
Winter in Beijing.
With my reading club friends. @ restaurant in Beijing
My home village in a Sunny winter.
The Annual Family Dinner I have mentioned
above.
Kitchen at my parents’ house.
@ Dalian in May, north China
@ Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region. Snow
mountains, clean lakes, desert and sweet fruits.
Jiuzhaigou, southwestern region of China. Its
elevation ranges from 2,000 to 4,500 meters.
I finished my second Beijing marathon in 2015
with the little boy in the middle. He was 7 at that time.
Farming in our village, without the helper from
tractors.
By visiting them back in my home village in October,
2015, I made the decision to apply my master’s degree in Finland, a county has
the highest equality in education. The little girl in the picture said to me: I
like running. I asked her: why don’t you run then? She answered: my mother will
not like that. I said: Did you ask her? She answer: No, I am afraid to… The boy
right behind him asked me: what is the difference between Meiguo (USA in
Chinese) and Waiguo (Foreign countries in Chinese)? He was 10 years old and it
was her second year in studying English by that time.
Please let me know what else you want to know
about China if it interests you. You can find me in schools and you are also
welcomed to write your comments here. I am sorry if I somehow made the first blog of our
International Studies 2018-2019 course a bit personal. I will start to regularly
post more about what we have done in our course. Thanks for reading it and I
hope you enjoyed.
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