too-cool rick and a once cold-hearted stevo

Many moons ago, I was a cold-hearted bastard. I once believed children should be seen and not heard. I shared the sentiment present in Victorian England. The noise, the utter chaos caused by the little beasts, used to drive me to the brink of insanity. During my university summers I worked at a children’s summer…

stevo speaks, and faces his fears

I hate giving speeches. Standing on stage before a few hundred people doesn’t fill me with happiness. I loath public speaking, much like the way a grammar Nazi hates the misuse of your and you’re. As Director of Foreign Teachers (grand title) of the 14-day camp, it fell to me to say a few words…

ESL Summer Camp: I got served

It may look like an act of ritualistic suicide with a plastic scimitar, but it’s not, it’s English Summer Camp in China

intense reflection

Do we have a special bond with another if we name them? I’m not talking about family pets. Goldie the goldfish doesn’t qualify. I named 18 Grade 1 students this year. It was a considerable chore. Relatives, and friends from high school, now have chinese youngsters bearing their names. Kiki was named after an absent…

ESL in China: 4 of my 800

Last week was Parents’ Day at my school, a monumental undertaking involving 800+ students, 16 foreign teachers, Chinese staff, and many parents.

intro

An introduction, the first post of Asian Ramblings.com