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[arioch36]

Okay, the students at the school can't leave. But the work gang of students leave every morning (guess they can't get SARS)

Boy inside the gate. Girl outside the gate. Lots of hugging. Very effective quarantine, yes?

We are the best school, so we should pay you less!


Henan #1 high school invites me to one of their parties (they are flush with money, Chinese teachers there all have laptops, other Henan school don't even have teachers) I hold my nose and drink their Bai jiu. Vice Director puts his arm around me, practically sits on my lap, breathing heavily in my ear with breath so intoxicated it's Practically dripping drunkenness., beads of alcohol/sweat on his forhead

" My good friend", he purrs in my ear "I think we be close, good time you come to our school". Is he making a pass? I have been to a strip bar twice in my life. He was closer to me then one of those girls, except the girls had better breath.

We agree on a price. I got to the school, the kids really do have good english Then they say they want me to teach for at least two weeks for 60 yuan per hour for the privelege of talking to 50 of their students. Two weeks of demonstration clases, then they will talk about pay, maybe pay me more (Ie students vote if they like you...Dancing Panda requirement).

I tell them their pay is too low. The are upset.After all, they are the #1 high school. So I should work there for less. There will be a lot of side benefits (I don't bother saking, "Such as the privelege of going to more bai jiu parties? So now they have some teacher from Nepal, the students I met tell me, and no one can understand her.

Was the Vice Director made at me because I didn't grab his crotch? Or did they want to pay me less because I told them I didn't ned a laptop computer, thus taking away his kickback?

Tell me your favorite story.

PS...to make your students laugh, do parodies of Family Album

PPS The 900 yuan scroll painting of scenery (shanshui huar) offer 100 yuan, be firm

[Count_Fathom]

(I remember wishing I had replied to this...)

The main industry of my small town is fireworks production. They're everywhere: kids throw them at each other in the street; crackers everyday for weddings, deaths, shop openings..; I've seen them in my freinds' refridgerators; I've got a few in my fridge now that I think about it...

A few months back, two other FE's and I bought a whack, and, when in Rome..., as night came we started the festivities outside his flat on the school campus. Our play doesn't go unnoticed, obviously - we've got a child rather politely observing within minutes. One turns to three, and again into seven.. One FE, feeling giddy, lobs some small crackers a few metres from our by-standers. Off they go, giggling..

Several minutes pass, and we start letting the big ones off. Our eyes to the sky, we startle as a few decent sized pellets blow about our feet. Our seven little friends were back, fully armed with fireworks, water guns, and 30 friends. Crackers flying back and forth, deafening roar of explosives and a mob of children, absolute mayhem. Feeling cornered in our little compound, we have to retreat inside the first-floor flat. The encouraged, and victorious children aren't satisfied with the win, they want to rout us, no prisoners.

Within a minute, the mob is pounding on the doors, which we are desperately holding shut, windows are sliding open, we rush to man the portals with crackers or buckets of water, whatever. A few explosives roll in through our weak points, the hearts inside are really beating now.. Phone for back-up:

"Help! We're being attacked, there's 30 of them, we're locked in" (and, of course, the muffled explosions make through the receiver end of the phone) Oops! Wrong impression...

Maybe two minutes later, we do a head-on encounter out the doors, frightening the children to the best of our abilities, a desperation tactic to end the seige, and the kids go running. Two minutes after that, a storm of security, administration, teachers flood into the little compound, half go in persuit of the bandits.

This happened shortly after the start of the US-Iraq war. The school thought disgruntled teens from the neighborhood had come for their own little piece of the action. We didn't meniton they were children on the phone. The whole situation was entirely our fault. (This is a very embaressing story, please don't hold it against me, or others - unnamed - involved. We really aren't this immature, most of the time)

"Never get in a land war in Asia" (good advice from The Princess Bride)

[chinasyndrome]

CF,
how come you get all the fun and I get lumbered with babysitting Sunaru?