Throughout the semester I have struggled with seeing my students only ever other week. I have to teach every other lesson out of the student’s textbook that leaves me with one of my own lessons a month. I have also struggled with how to get my students to speak in class as much as possible. I have tried teaching grammar lessons, vocabulary lessons, and listening lessons. After attending the CTC conference I spent the second half of the semester teaching activity based lessons with a much larger focus on communication skills and techniques. I found that this worked much better and I hope to continue on this path next semester. However, I gave this all up to teach my students about the holidays for the last two weeks of the semester. I taught them about Hanukkah, Kwanza, and Christmas then they had to describe the Chinese New Year to Me before we rejoiced and sang Christmas carols and Justin Beiber together. Repeating the story of Santa Clause twenty times is getting slightly ridiculous but I have been having fun with my students and enjoy hearing what they have to say about the holidays. Most people in China do not have any religion but yet there are Christmas decorations EVERYWHERE in Zhuzhou. I asked my students why they thought this was. I don’t know if it is because of a fascination with Western culture, the commercial appeal, or because of the economic effects but my students love Christmas even though they have no idea what the holiday symbolizes.
It was very hard to be away from my family and friends for the first time ever over Christmas, especially to be surrounded by Christmas decorations when no one knows what they mean. There are icicles sticking up from the floor, upside down Christmas trees, and purple candy canes. I ended up having a great holiday season thanks to my students, site mate, friends, and video chat. If you asked me last year where I thought I would be on Christmas Eve I never would have said rollerblading and eating McDonalds in China. So Random. On Christmas Day, I went to a “church” with my friend Cait and two teachers from her school. The church was in a recreational room on the third floor of a hospital. There was no church service but there were little kids dancing to techno music on a stage. People were running around screaming, dogs were barking, and an hour later when they asked if we were ready to leave I readily agreed because the cigarette smoke in the church was slightly too much for me. Despite the differences, everyone was extremely welcoming and three people came over to offer us gifts for the holidays. I had never gotten a “Chicken’s foot” for Christmas before, but it is the thought that counts. This Christmas I learned that Santa Claus knows no borders and neither does love, family, friendship, and the spirit of Christmas. Plus, eating Chinese food on Christmas definitely brought out my Jewish side.






