Breaking the rules.

I kept challenge number six clean of these words because, well, no good reasons really, except I want it to stand alone in my challenge category. And I didn’t enjoy writing it at all.


But, Lisa is right, I can say more.


My Dad tells me ‘ask forgiveness, never permission’. He’s always meaning it as a joke. I however pushed the phrase to its limits, and got into some real bad trouble as a freshly minted young adult.


Lessons are hard. Very hard. But without them I would miss out on knowing valuable things about myself, and the world I’ve come to understand a little bit.


I know now that it’s ok to like people as people, I’m not obliged to categorise them into sub sections for you to examine. I know now that having the technology that is cars available in my lifetime is an amazing human accomplishment, which should be respected and treated with as much caution as possible when using it around others for means of transport or otherwise. I know now that drugs never really gave me the answers I wanted, and there are other ways to extend myself mentally. I know now that education is amazing and you can always learn anything you want, anytime you want, if you want it enough. I know now that sometimes you want love, sometimes you want sex, just make sure both parties are clear about it at all times.


In a weird, twisted way, I’m glad for all my ‘F’ ups (even though you guys know some of the worst things about me now). They’re something that makes me different. If you reflect on your mistakes, would you agree with me that lessons are a big part of what makes us who we are? What have you learnt about yourself?





A simple plan for planning in China.

Step one: Say everything you are going to do.
Step two: Do the complete opposite.
Step three: Don’t tell the foreign teachers.
Step four: Profit. (Somebody always profits).

I work 27 classes a week, spread across a 25 Junior Two/3 Junior One ratio. By this logic I should have most of my work interactions with the Junior Two department. If anything is to change at the school, then a veritable team of teachers and leaders employed alongside me should be able to inform me of said discussions, yes?

Hahaha. Nope.

If you ever work in China, be prepared to redefine the word ‘communication’.

Usually communication means two parties exchanging or imparting information/news/ideas and so forth.

In China communication is….well…it’s…

We’ve recently had our timetable configured to the ‘summer’ plan. The change now means I start classes at 7:45am, and finish my days at 6pm. This started after our short holiday celebrating May Day (of which another post will be about). I know all of this because I was informed of this time change by one teacher from Junior One, not Two, as I would have expected. And I was informed, by China standards, on time.

Now there is such a thing called time in China. I affectionately label it as ‘last minute for everything’ time. Everything you think is important will be told to you. Just at the last possible second of its conception.

So my short lesson here is: when dealing with China, be prepared to have every conceivable Plan A you could possibly make thrown out the window, along with Plan B, Step Five and Preparation H. You must be able to adjust to this new ‘rush’ rather quickly, as China doesn’t care about that evening coffee you wanted with your friends, or your hair appointment, or if your fish needs watering. China wants everything done on its time, whether you can keep up or not is another story.