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After a little placement test, I was put in Beginner¡¯s level three. This is our ¡®Comprehensive¡¯ teacher Mr Wang. We have him every morning for an hour and a half. |
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Us, all hard at work. There are three students from Nepal, here to continue their postgraduate study as doctors, and three girls from Thailand. There are a whole load of others mind, but we never know who is going to turn up from one day to the next. |
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Our oral Chinese teacher. Here she is asking for volunteers to recite the text. |
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Our funniest Thai student. Here she is getting a bit confused about what¡¯s going on, bless her... |
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And our slightly unstable reading teacher. She might be a bit mental, but actually I quite like her classes as they are really useful if you want to do the HSK exam¡ |
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After class it¡¯s off to the library¡ Usually Rui joins me to study there too, as she often has an evening class at the Uni to help her prepare for the IELTS English exam. |
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The Chinese work hard. Here they all are, at it. |
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For some reason I love this place. It¡¯s a whole row of display boards designed for hanging up newspapers. |
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I think the reason I like is so much is that fact that I just can¡¯t imagine anyone standing outdoors reading newspapers like this back in the UK. Can you? |
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Sichuan University |
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In the end, of course, I finally managed to get an HSK certificate, after I passed the exam. I got Level 4, which while not fantastic, at least means I am officially an intermediate. Hallelujah. |
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Kevin Munns |
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Well, we¡¯re not worked to the bone like we were in Beijing, but hey, they lifestyle suits me down. Good job too, it¡¯s going to take me forever to learn all this lingo. Well, until 2012 anyway, the end of my course. |
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Term 2 |
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At the beginning we were quite serious. This is our main teacher, Guo laoshi. One of our best teachers yet. |
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One of my only photos of our reading teacher, who we had twice a week. |
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Here we all are, working hard in the lesson. |
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At the beginning we were very good students. |
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And the boss from the small shop on the corner. I¡¯m round here for a few bits and bobs and a chit chat every day. |
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Here was one of our class activities, making our own country¡¯s food. Me and the American girl made sandwiches. |
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On the right is our main teacher, and on the left is our oral and listening teacher, who has a reputation for being one of the best in the college. We were lucky with these two this semester. |
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This was the class heart-throb, Jin Du-chun, from Korea. He used to be a fitness instructor. In fact, there was one time in class when he was answering the teacher¡¯s question, and the teacher became faint and had to leave. I¡¯m telling you, that¡¯s what this guy does to women. |
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Breaktime. And the crazy French girls. Stephie was the only student in the class who refused to get a Chinese name, and insisted on using her foreign name. I¡¯m not saying anything. |
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And Thai student Wu Sujia. Also crazy, but somehow not the same. |
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Two of the Korean mums in the class. The Koreans with kids were the only ones who usually turned up to class. |
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Father Christmas. Oh no, Rob / Jin Luojian, and his Czech sidekick Keyang. |
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We gradually got a bit more relaxed during the term. Here Jin Qiaolong brings a dog to the end of term listening exam. |
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Like I said, more and more crazy as time went on. |
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For me, Term 2 consisted of the first stage of Intermediate. |
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Term 1 |
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Term one was my first introduction to Sichuan University. For the Thai students and Koreans in my class it mostly seemed like it was their first trip away without their parents, and they all lived in the foreign students¡¯ dormitory. I saw it a couple of times and was glad I had my own flat¡ |
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I guess there will be a few more of these, especially if I manage to stick it out until Advanced level 4, which takes me up to the summer of 2012. It¡¯s a big job¡ |
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Mrs Lei, our main teacher. We were lucky, another very experienced teacher, and a good sense of humour. |
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My typical daily view. L - R: Kelsey from the USA, Tagu, the school¡¯s first student from Armenia, and finally, Li Meirong, from Korea. She was one of the few from last semester. There were lots of others in the class (about 16), I just happen to look in this direction the most¡ |
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It¡¯s been a year and a half since I started my daily commute to Sichuan University. So far, there hasn¡¯t been one single occasion where I¡¯ve thought, ¡®Here we go, another dull day in the rat race¡¯. Somehow, it¡¯s just not the same as the M25 at 8 o¡¯clock in the morning. |
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Especially when stuff blows up. |
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But the big event of the semester was the CCTV Chinese speaking competition. (CCTV means Chinese Central TV, by the way.) Here I am practicing for the singing part. |
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Me, with a Japanese guy who took part, the singing teacher, and the Armenian girl from my class. She made it through to the final, and had to get an advance on the prize money from the School Office so she could cancel her flight and go to Beijing for the filming. |
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Me having my backing music burned onto CD. This guy gave up his career being a doctor to burn illegal CD¡¯s for Karaoke at 1 pound a time. Only in China¡ |
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But this is where it all went wrong on the day - the written exam. My speaking was fine, and the singing went OK, but I screwed this up so bad I had no chance. Never mind, there¡¯s always next year. This competition is only open to foreigners studying at university here (got control over them, see), but I¡¯ll still be here next time. |
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Term 3 |
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I¡¯m not being morbid though, I have to look interested in crashes just to try and fit in with the locals, like these, who are all looking at the car-fire above. |
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In my 3rd term, in the first half of 2010, I took the second stage of intermediate, which is the last level before advanced. It was time for me to pull out all the stops. |
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The consolation prize was making the local paper: page 29 of the Chengdu Business Daily. (Here, the word ¡®Business¡¯ in ¡®Business Daily¡¯ is more like the word ¡®Sport¡¯ in ¡®Daily Sport¡¯, the semi-pornographic tabloid, rather than the word ¡®Financial¡¯ in ¡®Financial Times¡¯.) This is considerably more flattering than it sounds though, since the three students who had their stories written up were the ones who screwed it up and made complete plonkers of themselves. That included me. Although they at least put a picture of me next to a very photogenic Thai student. |
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Term 4 |
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This is my term 4 you understand, not the university¡¯s. I¡¯m on term 5 (semester 5) of the undergraduate programme, if you like¡ |
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Wow, Advanced level three already. |
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Chinese |
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Chinese |
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This term is the first of the four advanced levels. It was certainly a step up from intermediate. For a start we had Ancient Chinese, as well as a much harder textbook for the Comprehensive Class, for which our teacher is pictured, although when I looked back it seems I have given up taking class pictures, as this is the only one I have of her. She was actually very good, and tried to use some of the western education techniques that we did a little bit on my CELTA course in the UK. I got a lot out of this semester. Interestingly, the Koreans didn¡¯t like her, and complained, something about her being too energetic in class and getting the students to do too many activities. Nuff said. |
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These are some of the Koreans, and are good fun when you get to know them. I must have taken this photo a) because several of them turned up, and b) because they were actually moving. They didn¡¯t normally look as energetic as this though, especially not at 8.30 in the morning, hence the camera I guess. |
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Actually, I did start to have a bit of a grumble myself this semester. |
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The teaching was fine, but I went to a lot of effort to find out the term dates early, and then booked my (non-refundable) tickets to come home for Christmas, book the time off class officially, all to make sure I got back in time to have a few revision classes and then sit the exams. Believe it or not 3 days before my flight home a notice went round saying that the semester would be cut short this year, and that the new dates included the exams starting on Boxing Day and finishing a few days later. When I translated my response into English for my American classmate there were a lot of ¡®F¡¯ words in it, although I¡¯m sure it didn¡¯t sound that bad in Chinese. Probably. Anyway, I thought it was worth mentioning, because this aggravation with Christmas comes up absolutely every year, and it¡¯s a real pain for almost all of the Western long-term students. Maybe it¡¯s a reason there are hardly any of them. Important or not, that was my main memory of the semester. |
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Term 5 |
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This semester was always going to be a big one. I decided to have a bit of a go at the HSK (Chinese Proficiency Exam) since I hadn¡¯t done it for nearly 2 years, and, of course, it was time for the Chinese State TV Chinese speaking competition, in which everyone said I was robbed last year. |
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Oh yes, then there was the small issue of Rui popping back from Qatar, and Mum, Dad, Neil and Elaine all coming to Chengdu, spending a week or so here, not to mention a couple of days in Rui¡¯s hometown with her family. That looks like a pretty full diary to me. The family I¡¯ll write about another time, the rest was complicated enough as it was. |
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And I was born in the year of the rabbit, and this year is also the year of the rabbit. According to Chinese tradition that¡¯s either a very lucky or a very unlucky year, and in order to try and swing it Chinese people will almost always try and wear red underwear or a red bracelet, as this helps. I thought, if the number 13 is lucky in China then either I¡¯m exempt, or its all rubbish. |
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The competition was going to be the big one. I spent a long time preparing my self-introduction, and even went to karaoke by myself a couple of times to get some singing practice in. When the day of the competition was getting quite close my bicycle got stolen (again) however, and this did put me off a bit. I was more annoyed by the School security guard, who clearly couldn¡¯t care less, anyway, just a bit of bad luck. |
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It was tense on the big day. This is my Vietnamese friend getting her hair done ready for her Dancing performance, with me as a ¡®helper¡¯. (This was a sneaky move to make me look good ahead of my turn.) And below is an accidental if amusing shot of my tutor giving me some advice before going on. |
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The dancing with the Vietnamese girl went well. I was on a roll. |
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Or so I thought. It came to my turn and I forgot bits of my self-introduction, the singing was off key, but mainly the judge first asked me a question so long I didn¡¯t have a clue what day it was when he finished, and made a complete tit of myself. The second judge then gave me another chance and asked, if Prince William came to China to study abroad, what do you think he would choose to study here? Sadly, the only thing in my head was that Prince William clearly wouldn¡¯t end up in a complete dump like we are, and I didn¡¯t exactly give a model answer. And that was the end of that. Out after 3 minutes. |
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Not long after, although unrelated to the competition, me and Rui broke up. Actually, it was her Dad I feel sorry for, you should have seen how much food he ordered when we went there to Zigong. Then a couple of weeks after than I was having a shower and the water heater exploded. After I put the fire out, it was another 4 months before I got round to fixing it, so no hot water. Actually, I didn¡¯t miss hot water as much as I missed my bike. |
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Not only that, but the teacher was really really bad. There were no end of classes where she actually talked for a full 90 minutes, and not a single student said or did anything. One week I counted, I said 6 sentences the whole week, across all the classes, including the oral class. Now that must be a record. The following semester none of the Western students came back, apart from one Norwegian girl, and me. The Koreans thought she was a very good teacher. Nuff said. And, I should point out, after the heater explosion I made myself a red-string bracelet. I won¡¯t be taking it off until Chinese New Year. Just before the end of term, but after putting on the red bracelet, I took the HSK. I got a 6. Not fantastic, but not too bad either. Who knows what would have happened without the bracelet. I¡¯m a believer. |
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Term 6 |
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MY PAGE ABOUT SICHUAN UNIVERSITY |
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MY PAGE ABOUT SICHUAN UNIVERSITY |
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The theme of this term has been that the departing Westerners from last semester have been beefed up by a whole load of foreign-born / mixed race Chinese who don¡¯t know themselves which country they come from, and a couple of Americans, one who¡¯s about 19 and the other about 91. Very interesting. The Koreans haven¡¯t spoken much this semester, but this time because they can¡¯t get a word in edgeways for all the ¡®Westerners¡¯ talking. |
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The teacher is much better too. She also has a bit of a tendency to talk for an hour and a half, but it¡¯s a lot more interesting than before, and she does ask us a lot of questions which keeps us on our toes. It¡¯s also interesting that she certainly seems to hate the Party, which makes for a lot of interesting discussion. She said at the beginning that she wanted to include more culture in the class because when she watched the CCTV Chinese Speaking Competition she thought this was the area that many students failed in. Now, about that, she¡¯s quite right, although I had plenty of other things to fail about as well, of course. |
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Also, this semester has seen my last shot at the old-style HSK. I got a 7. Not too bad, but the sad thing is that this old-style exam has now been cancelled and I won¡¯t get a crack at my dream of an 8. Anyway, no doubt I¡¯ll try the new exam, which is marked level 1 to 6, but although 6 is supposed to be hard, everyone says it¡¯s much easier than the old-style exam. You see, I haven¡¯t even left university here and I¡¯m already one of the old-gits harping on about the old-times when exams were really exams¡ |
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The last part of this semester though has involved accepting that money is important, and looking at ways in which I can get some. Hence the website upgrade¡ |