Really want to send your kids abroad for secondary education?

My prior knowledge from the school handbook has ameliorated my surprise at the school’s teeming offerings, so that I could probe into the student development in those electives. Hypothetical reasoning indicates the formal operational stage of that age group in their cognitive development. The ability to work on bars to create artifacts is a clear sign of that stage. For social development, students have inured their trust and autonomy in those workshops, for any gauche behaviors will jeopardize safety. In addition, volunteering in painting cars for community members manifested their moral development.

I had to temporize, skipping the math class because of what I observed in the EAL class. The substitute teacher of the day has been constantly reminding the students of her temporary status by saying words like “your teacher wanted you to write a manuscript” and “your teacher will give you some feedbacks later”. Just as discussed in class, estranging the learners impacted motivations, as some students indulged in cellphones while some others became peripatetic.

Since some scaffolding observed resembled my previous observations, I would like, instead, to focus on planning instruction and facilitating complex thinking. Due to the students’ international status, it is assumed that the provincial curriculum framework and guide do not apply, thus the teacher had to formulate their own learning objectives. From the cognitive approach, from general to specific, it is hard to envisage the long-term goal, of Grade 11 students, to write transcripts on “ordering food in the cafeteria” or “two friends getting angry at each”, especially when verbal exchanges with some students disclosed an inconsequential semester project of “introducing Victoria to your friends” for which students do not have much prior knowledge to rely on. Also, the behavior goals of this semester objective are difficult to inspect, for they are not condition-specific and describable in terms of minimum level of acceptable performance.

G12,还在讲 How are you.课程设置及老师的教学看不出任何有想帮助这些学生的努力!G12,还在讲 How are you.课程设置及老师的教学看不出任何有想帮助这些学生的努力!

In the class activity, students were provided handouts containing words and phrases useful for the writing the conversational transcripts. However, one pair of students, a Chinese and a Kazakhstani, could communicate in English to compose a 10-year story and performed it before class, meanwhile, a Japanese and a Pilipino were having only four jejune lines after more than 40 minutes. Those are clear signs that students were not seen as sources of instructional goals. Later, the teacher did not try to bridge the curriculum goal with the student’s prior knowledge, as there is no modeling as presentation or demonstration. There were also no constructive, stratified feedbacks, or tackling on the emergent curriculums, since after each pair performance of the transcripts, merely mellifluous comments like “good job” and “excellent” were almost automatically given. Bloom’s taxonomy will see this activity at the level of application, but there is clear ample space to push forward, as Vygotsky would say, to create a zone of proximal development to make things reachable for students

It is just lacerating to see the juxtaposition of a halfhearted, feckless program and shopping trips advertisements, enervating international students’ development.

My Childhood Story, My Aunt Took Me to A Fair.


Sitting in my dormitory, smelling the scents of fishiness brought by the wind from the ocean, I am now writing this passage. I have no idea where to start or where to end, but I just feel if I had not written down what is still fresh in my memory, I may never again be able to feel it again. The wonderful memories I have had, the amazing people I have met, the interesting things I have experienced, and the unforgettable love, I have been given, since my childhood.


Born on 19th May, 1987, from a typical family of workers in Hengyang, a small city in southern part of China (some 600 KMs north of Hong Kang). I was raised pretty much like any other single children in their families. Despite the fact that the time I was born that richness is rare, I have been given the best to the capabilities of my family. As my other always say, I was treated way better than my cousins since they never got a chance to attend kindergarten or child care. And my father, a person of story, came to my memory, when I was lying on bed with my mother, daring at his exhaustion, hand washing my diapers, which back then are made of cotton, and are expected to be washed by father’s hands in the culture.

As I have read from the papers for my class, education is about experience. I feel lucky that I am a person, since little, who is willing to perceive and process my experiences. I would begin with the awful one, since the experience probably reshaped my understanding of a person for the first time in my life.


My Aunts took me to a fair.

Back then, once or twice in a month, a fair will be held, occupying one of the busiest street of the city. For a city this size, it is probably the only chance when people can really find some clothes, shoes, or hand soaps from outside of the city, and what’s more, usually a much better prize comparing to all the other state-owned shops and department stores.  My Aunt, named De’E, the youngest of my mother’s siblings has always been very interested in taking me out. I guess maybe through that experience; she was practicing her motherhood. I was very excited, each time I saw her, as a boy of five, I liked to see her simply because I know that I will be going out again. I like to see around; this curiosity never dies. So, I was going to a fair with my Aunt, she was probably told by her sister and her father for many times, that she needs to grab my hands all the time to make sure I was not lost in the crowds, so she did most of her parenting alertly. Except once.

I was with her at the big crowd trying to bargain their price off with the sellers in the fair. I was not tall enough to see what was sold in the fair, but it must be girls product. I heard, my aunt bargaining vigorously, but the next thing I realized, which almost scared me off is that she had let my hands go. Again, I was tall enough only to see people’s belly, I tried my best to trace her from the dazzling volumes of different bargaining. As her voice was getting more and more difficult to be distinguished from those other unfamiliar voices, the fear in my heart started to grow.

It was suffocating being pushed and then realized all the time in the crowd, I tried to move out of the crowd. I looked around, I didn’t see my Aunt, or anyone familiar. The feeling of fighting back my unbearable fear is still fresh. All my parents’ warnings about being abducted and sold to a poor family in the countryside to become son of the parents who are unable to have children, especially the fact that those parents are usually care less about hygiene, really kills me. I looked around for my aunt one last time before I could hold back my fears. I have given up fighting back those fears.

I forgot all what I was told by my parents and other adults about what to do in this situation. I felt I have to run, to find my aunt again. I felt that I need to be away from the fair where my nightmare begins. I could hear my heart pumping fast enough to cause choking and suffocating. But I kept running, so that I can see something or somebody familiar that could lead my way back to my parents. My tears turn into out loud crying along my way.

Maybe, it looks strange to see a child of five or six, running and crying on the streets without parents or guardian, but I probably ran for quite a while, until my throat are tired of making those sounds and had to rest for a second or two between each cries. I can’t remember I saw anybody on the roads full of people, it now felt like I have been running along the roads all by myself, until I was approached by a stranger.

She was a lady probably in her fifties and she was speaking a dialect I have never heard of. By the way, at that time I was speaking the dialect of my hometown which I learned later as very unique comparing to the official spoken Chinese. Her strange dialect, gives me a feeling of danger. Apart from the unfamiliarity, I felt she must be from those places where people care less about their hygiene and would wanted to buy a boy. I was scared even more, and cried even harder, I was trying my best to get other people’s attention. I would like others to know that I have no connection with the lady and she should let me go. I searched around the streets again, try to dig hard in my memory to detect any thing of the slightest familiarity. By the time I was almost giving up and letting the lady grab my hands, I saw a face, and I knew I see the face often, from one of my mother’s Majiang Friends..

There, she seated on the place she was supposed to be, as a sales person of a state-owned store, where you don’t care much about how many things you sell. She was gazing at the streets where I was crying, with her thick pair of glasses, motionless and emotionless. I don’t think she recognized me until I was too close to be perceived as someone irrelevant and not needed attention. She comforted me and told the lady following me that she is a friend of my mothers’ and will bring me home.

I was provided with water before she hired a tricycle, which was then typically for carrying cargos, to take me home. She provided the address to the rider, soon, I began my happiest journey in my life going back to my parents ago. My parent’s apartment located in a small street, besides which lies a statue of an eagle up on the stones. By the time I saw that statue I realized it and I cannot hold back my joys. There, the opposite direction, on a familiar bike, I saw my mother and her worrying face, and then the shock on her face when she saw I was brought home.

Later, I learned that almost everyone in the big family, my parents, all my mother’s five siblings and their reachable friends who know what I look like, my father and his sister, the only next of keen he has in the city, my father’s colleagues from his work place, who have been given a special permission by their leaders to laid off work temporarily for this emergency, my grandparents and their friends and neighbors, all these people are riding their bikes, patrolling each and every streets of the city which back then holds about 700 thousand people, with their eyes opening wide, care more of not to miss a boy like me than their own safety riding their bikes, trying to find me. I am now so grateful for all the efforts trying to bring me home, and the unconditional kindness in each of them.

After this incidence, my relationship with my Aunt changed completely. I was naturally scared of going out with her for quite a long time, maybe all of my childhood. In retrospect, I know I was jeopardized back then, had my mother not bringing me to her gambling (which is now recommended by the educators), I would have lost the last chance to recognize the familiar at the last moment. Had the lady who wished to take me away by any chance speak more like a local, I would have gone with her. Then it is going to be difficult to imagine what a life I was going to have. It could be that I won’t be able to speak English at all, and have this story share.  0


一个周五的下午,开完学校的教师会议,回到教学楼准备收拾东西回家的时候,发现有几个班上的学生,男男女女的聚在教室里,正在使用教室的大屏幕,利用apple tv 投屏一起观看一部电视剧。本来觉得学生周五放学以后聚在一起看看电视剧也没什么,等我收拾完东西,拿着包准备走的时候,又看了那个电视剧一眼,刚好看到电视剧的标题,叫上瘾。想着这名字有点奇怪,在学生不知情的情况下,我透过教室后门观察着学生,过不了多久,萤幕上出现了两个男生,举止亲密,又过了没多久,一个男生吻了另一个男生。我心想,这难不成就是CP吗,我正在犹豫中,感觉应该进去教室关掉电视,可又感觉此时闯入有些尴尬时,终于有学生注意到了我站在教室的后面。学生们吓了一跳,为了稳定他们的情绪,我慢慢地,带着微笑走进教室,问了问他们在看什么。学生们哄堂大笑,指着其中一名男生说,是那个男生非要看这个电视剧的。那个男生一脸尴尬,不知道如何回答。我一看,这就是经常上课攥着iPad,偷偷看小说的那个男生。无论怎么苦口婆心的劝说,或者是拿出教师的威严进行压制,都改不了他这个上课看小说的习惯。有一次没收他的iPad时,他没来得及上锁,于是我看到了小说里某个主人公的名字,这下好了,这个名字在这个电视剧里也出现了。我心想,我算是知道这些零零后们一天到晚都在看些啥了。把这些学生都哄回家,锁好教室的门之后,我就一直在想,为啥这个电视剧和小说那么吸引我的学生呢,凭什么这些感情故事就要比我教的托福听力,SAT阅读课要有意思的多吗?难道仅仅是因为学生们就喜欢看两个男的亲嘴?平时听他们说些同人文,什么忠犬攻什么的,我感觉他们对于男男恋爱也习以为常了,不足以引起他们如此大的兴趣呀。作为一个老师,最本真的愿望,我想去了解一下学生们的世界,我愿意认真读一读让学生们如此着迷的故事。


  • 小说的中情感的表现过于直白和露骨。小说只是为了想法设法吸引眼球和注意力,而根本没有照顾到读者的情感。喜欢就要无止境的保护,就要为了爱的人打架,逃课,攻击老师,对抗家庭,殴打同学,不在乎疾病的传播。我觉得这样的情感表现,很好的迎合了我的学生这个年龄段的心理需求,或者也许给予了喜欢这个故事的读者们渴望去感受的情感体验。只是,这种情感的体验本身就是极其不真实的,是在现实生活很难真正完全体验到的,所以我觉得去体验了小说中这种直白而又不真实感情体验的读者,一定会在读完整个故事之后感觉到莫名的空虚,原因就是,他们在小说中体验到的情感,他们可能在现实中根本体验不到。这样的空虚,我也在我的学生身上观察到了。可惜的是,当时的我还没有了解到这些内容,没有办法去帮助学生排解这样的负面情绪。这个小说,为了吸引人,而其实伤害了青少年的感情,我认为应该被禁止。
  • 小说中对主人公的塑造是成人化的,但偏偏按在了高中生的身上,吸引力错误的观众群体。我认为,小说全文造就的完全饱满的人物形象就只有顾海一人。连白洛因的存在都是为了凸显出,顾海是怎样一个令众人苛求的情感搭档。再加上电视剧又偏偏找了个高颜值的演员出演,所以班里不管男生也好,女生也罢,都对这么个角色趋之若鹜。教室照片墙上,学生们自己的照片也逐渐被顾海和黄景瑜的照片所取代,时不时还要见到我的零零后学生们去上面亲一亲那些照片。学生的注意力自然也就或多或少的从我的课堂上移走了一些。我觉得自己可能永远做不出顾海那些行为来让学生的注意力回到课堂上,更不用提演员那么高的颜值,是我即使倾家荡产整了容也比不了的。虽然我把学生抓会课堂的手段也不少,但是作为教师,我总是不希望总是有这样的对手出现的。现在,上瘾的风波在我的努力下,慢慢过去了,可是保不齐过两天又出个什么别的小说又要折腾好一阵子。我不想说写小说不应该采eb42c8f24df52bb5c94a66f80f365b3a用这些手法,但是我真觉得,这个小说不应该能让十五六岁的孩子读到。



New Years Resolution for 2015

2014 has passed.

I welcomed the year 2014 in Singapore, which marked the beginning of this wonderful year. I have always felt  love and care from people in my life, making this year unforgettable.

Here I would like to make my 2015 new year’s resolution.

1, Be more considerate, help more of others.

2, Be a reliable friend for people in my life.

3, Update this website at least once a month and hopefully not the last day of the month like this.

May you have a happy new year.

My Credit Card Collections

my credit card collections


   I have the hobbit of collecting credit card, and every time my friend or family see my cards, they always get surprised and amazed at how many credit cards I have. Let me explore the reasons that I have shared with a lot of people. 

  The first credit card I have was a “happy pig card” issued by ICBC, the largest bank in the universe, in 2007 when I was a sophomore in university. I had no idea the beautiful card I got, different from any bank cards I have bad in the past, is a credit card. I never thought about it until one day, I received a message from ICBC saying that based on my previous record, my credit limit has been updated from 0.01 RMB to 500RMB. For the first time in my life I realized that I was able to swipe cards and make purchases even though I have no balance in my account. I kind of felt a sense of responsibility, to not let the bank down by using their money, simply because I always see my mon paying her debts off due to one or two cases she had to borrow money from others because she forgot her wallet home. 

   The main reason for applying credit cards is to collect them. There are all different kind of cards divided by bank names, credit company brands, as well as levels of cards. Each card is a unique world.  I have had cards that is so elegantly designed that you actually appreciate its beauty  every time you take it out to make a payment. There are cards that are issued because of a anniversay like the one from CCB, commemorating  the foundation of PRC.  It is just to have them, to show them to your friends and family and explains to them.

   The second reason for applying and holding so many cards is that each card bears a story of me applying them. I have had a lot of problems  getting my first card after graduation. Banks do not like a neonate in career, they probably feel we do not have money to pay off our debts even if we intended to.  I had to travel to a different city to get a specific card I want, I have to argue with some of the bankers because they refused rudely to give me an application form because they think I am not their”targeted customers”. I have had a lot of experiences dealing with those “financiers”who are sometimes acting like a snob. But I enjoyed the experience. 

   The third reason for having so many cards is that those cards all became my origins of my financial knowledges. I know now what is credit limit, I know how to protect the cards, I know how to make “profit” from the card. 

    A simply habit leads me to a small but complicated worlds. If now, a  bank would like to know the opinions about their credit cards, I believe I am the right person to be asked. 

Going online-Online education

online-education    Recently,the discussion on whether the school should launch a weekend extra classes program is very hot. Headmaster of school believes longer instruction time will definitely buy higher academic result. As for me, though it may work, there is a way far more interesting, exciting and efficient,that is online education.

Online education helps students to reflect and learn more effectively. Imaging a student listens only to a teacher who needs to split his or her attention,to be moral, equally to everyone in class. There is no way for a single teacher to caster to the individual needs of each students. Classroom instructions have to focus on a bigger picture, that is leading the right direction. Individualized learning could be better achieved if an online learning system based on statistical data from previous students’ performance is introduced as a supplement of classroom instruction. Students choose what they needs to know or revise after school hours.

Online education helps teachers and schools by taking the repetitive tedious part of the job from the teachers. Repetition is evidenced to be an effective way of learning a new language. In the past, a teacher ought to constantly correct the students pronunciation, and as tiring as it is, over and over again. A online TTS based pronunciation module will save the teachers from endless “please repeat after me”, so that teachers could focus on designing and researching for better educational solutions.

Student management made easy by online education. As a teacher, I can’t stopping fight with my students about their wasting time during self-study. I used to check every student’s computer screen every 10 seconds to make sure they are not playing computer games or facebooking their friends. When online education system is adopted, a full detailed report of student activities will be shown in front of my screen, and instantly I can take actions when a student is not being responsible.

Going online, coming in the classroom.


Online educationonline-education

Making a program work

Since I have taken the job as the department chair of the English subjects, in different occasions, I have realized more than one the making the program work involves a lot more than a slogan on the wall or some elaborate words to be said in the meeting.

A good English program must be a well-structured systematic course with incentive programs and parental support. Implementing a good textbook is comparatively much easier than, say, let the textbook benefit the language learners as it was originally designed to. Teachers need to understand that teaching a English program is more of a coaching job than a lecturing one. Students need to bare in mind that their language ability is to be trained and practiced rather than taught. Parents must be aware that money alone do not buy language success if they are reluctant to let their children challenge themselves with hard work. And headmasters should know that language learning is not to be determined solely by a TOEFL score.

An English program

On the summer of 2014- Tours of China

Since I had been taken care of the students, this is my first summer vacation as a teacher. I found out, after more than a month of free time, I, liked when I was a student, am now afraid of new semester and all the hand work along with it.


I think I spent a very nice summer. I first played a role in the summer teacher training, and then I left Beijing for my hometown Hengyang, where I wrote the previous blog. I took my parents to the historical Xi’an city, despite the extreme heat we had a lot of fun. I was able to get to know a new friend, and worked out stuff for myself. Finally, I paid a visit to Hangzhou, even only for two days, it was great.

The  new semester seems to be challenging. New teaching materials will be experimented along with new curriculum and  new teachers. Problems to be solved.


Tours of China

Years from the City of Hengyang

It had been great experience growing up in Hengyang, a city in the southeast part of China’s Hunan provide. Having spent all my childhood and early adulthood of my life in this city, I am used to every expects of the city. Its food, especially the unique rice noodle with ribs soup, are my favorite food. Its weather, especially the humid summer, is now only in my memory, its people, especially the energetic dialect, is still felt intimate.


The city was of great importance before 1950s. Being one of the only two railway transportation hub, Hengyang has developed into a regional economic center, and has become the first group of “trial cities” of China’s economic reform in 1970s, along with Shenzhen now has already become well known worldwide. When the cities around, like Zhuzhou, Xiangtan develop themselves in a faster speed, Hengyang has almost been forgotten. From Childhood until I left the city in 2011, it didn’t change much. But just after I left, its development accelerated.


I believe China’s high speed railway bas brought the city a new chance to cope up with the booming economy of the country. The city expanded  to almost twice of its original size, and gives me a new appearance every time I come back. The roads now are cleaner and wider, the buildings are newer and taller, and the people are putting up more fashionable clothes.

Economic development is always a double sword. The city has lost much of its charming characteristics. Now you see almost none of the city’s once thriving thatched houses, the modern construction along the river has also almost made it impossible to swim.But that’s how it works. I am looking forward to the new look of the city, wherever I live or go.

How to transfer money to Your US Bank Account From China.

transfer money to Your US Bank Account From China  ?

From foreigners working in China, you may want to sometimes send your earnings here back to your bank account in the US in order to pay off your bills there. Of course you can always go to almost any branch of any bank in China to wire your money back to your account, however the fee is a lot. Banks in China charges a fee for international money transfer, and your bank in the US typically charge you again for receiving a wire usually about 16-20 USD. To avoid the fee and as well to move your money more efficiently, I figured out a solution myself. That is, bank draft + mobile check deposit.

First, you need to by a bank draft from a bank in China. A bank draft is a check written by the bank and pay to your appointed receipient. This method is very commonly used for international transections. In
this case, you pay the bank to write you a check under the bank’s name. For example, for China construction bank, the fee for buying a bank draft is 0.1% of the amount. IMG_1055IMG_1057

Second, enable your mobile banking with your US bank account and download the apps from the appstores respectively. Write done “For Deposit Only” at the bank of the bank draft you have just brought in the first step. Open the bank app and deposit the bank draft in the check deposit section. IMG_1056

Third, wait for the bank to process the request. Usually it will take one business day for your deposted amount to be availabe in your US bank account.

In this way, you saved the incoming wire receiving fee, and a lot of other fees charged by the Chinese banks.

One more thing, currently, foriegners are not allowed to buy USD with RMB exceeds the limit of 500 USD. If you have legal income in China, you need to go to the HR to have them write you a letter indicating your income and tax payment,before you can actually buy USD with your RMB earned in China.