More about work and finding myself
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I'm the first english kindergarten teacher for foster children at the largest and oldest chain of schools here in HK. The children are hectic, but it's to be expected from children who haven't parents. It's humbling and aggravating. It's tough at the end of the day, but I know I need to get over the tears and grasp their situation and be the disciplinarean and teacher and guide their English learning. With caring, love, patience, and consideration. Their smiles help. Alot.
Last Thursday there was a launching ceremony of the program, with mentionable notables in the do-whats and do-ers of the Hong Kong scene.
The English teaching conundrum has me stuck. There isn't much else I can do. My cantonese (though astonishly good now for someone here for 8 months, writing too) is not good enough to get a job, nor are my other skills (need Masters) to earn something different. But the job is a great job to set me apart from the other English teachers here. I'm with a well-established institution, with the freedom to develop my own curriculum with pay that's good enough for part-tiem work that still allows me to devote time to learning Cantonese.
Finding myself
As of 3 weeks ago I found my self. He was walking home in Diamond Hill (local), after coming home from work in Causeway Bay teaching English (foreigner), staying here beyond his initial stay of 3 months due to birthright inherited from his mother (CBC).
I'm like a kid in a candy store finding it hard to choose what I want to take from either side and culture to describe myself. Or all of it if I like. I've decided not to pigeon-hole myself, but only to satisfy the interests of others. I came here as a [foreigner], I have the benefits of a [CBC ](Can'n-born Chinese), and I live like a [local]. Perspective is key. Some look as that as spreading too thin, or a conflict of identities. I see it as three exciting layers to a cake. And I get to eat it too.
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I'm the first english kindergarten teacher for foster children at the largest and oldest chain of schools here in HK. The children are hectic, but it's to be expected from children who haven't parents. It's humbling and aggravating. It's tough at the end of the day, but I know I need to get over the tears and grasp their situation and be the disciplinarean and teacher and guide their English learning. With caring, love, patience, and consideration. Their smiles help. Alot.
Last Thursday there was a launching ceremony of the program, with mentionable notables in the do-whats and do-ers of the Hong Kong scene.
The English teaching conundrum has me stuck. There isn't much else I can do. My cantonese (though astonishly good now for someone here for 8 months, writing too) is not good enough to get a job, nor are my other skills (need Masters) to earn something different. But the job is a great job to set me apart from the other English teachers here. I'm with a well-established institution, with the freedom to develop my own curriculum with pay that's good enough for part-tiem work that still allows me to devote time to learning Cantonese.
Finding myself
As of 3 weeks ago I found my self. He was walking home in Diamond Hill (local), after coming home from work in Causeway Bay teaching English (foreigner), staying here beyond his initial stay of 3 months due to birthright inherited from his mother (CBC).
I'm like a kid in a candy store finding it hard to choose what I want to take from either side and culture to describe myself. Or all of it if I like. I've decided not to pigeon-hole myself, but only to satisfy the interests of others. I came here as a [foreigner], I have the benefits of a [CBC ](Can'n-born Chinese), and I live like a [local]. Perspective is key. Some look as that as spreading too thin, or a conflict of identities. I see it as three exciting layers to a cake. And I get to eat it too.
More photos from this group
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