Reflections

It was the perfect scenario, as if it was taken from a movie- I was the American standing at a train station, protectively clutching my bag to my chest, while a myriad of Mainlanders rushed about. Upon taking my first step on Mainland soil, I was greeted by the sweltering air, the smog blocked sun, and the sound of thousands of people going about their daily activities. However, I did not experience a “cultural shock” as many people assumed. In fact, wasn’t this the stereotypical China that has always been depicted in movies, magazines, and newspapers? I thought it was until I arrived at the schools in Hunan.
            The school was nothing like what I expected. I thought I would see unsightly classrooms with dilapidated desks and chairs. But, it was just the opposite. We were brought into the lecture hall which had neat rows of desks and chairs, white walls, linoleum floors, and even a computer whose screen could be projected onto the wall.  As the children filed in, one after the other, and took their seats, I could feel their perplexed stares. Though I felt a bit uncomfortable, it was pleasing for I knew they stared not out of animosity but curiosity: Curiosity about where I came from, why I dressed differently, and why I was here. As we introduced ourselves, saying our names, were we came from, etc., I could see the fascination on their visage. And in response, I wanted to tell them more about me. I wanted to tell them about Los Angeles, my high school, my neighborhood, and my family. I felt that by telling them about where I come from, they would have the aspiration to somehow explore beyond what they were given, so that when “ordinary life shackles [them], [they could] escape, one way or another...” After spending a day at each school, playing games, rehearsing dramas, and singing songs, it was time to bring the two schools together for the final day. While watching the kids perform the drama, I felt a familial pull towards them. Anyone could have looked at me then and seen my beaming countenance. Thinking back to that moment, I am shocked. I had only seen known them for three days, yet I felt such a strong affection towards the students. I did not want to leave the students only to never hear from them again. So at the last moment we exchanged e-mails to stay connected and everyday I will eagerly wait for their replies.
              As I left the children in Hunan, I felt there had been a tacit exchange between us. I had given them familiarity of the English language and in return, they had shown me that even through the indigence and tribulation that perturbed their lives they could still hope for something beyond anyone’s expectations. I hope the scholarships that were distributed will bring the students one step closer to an extraordinary life. More than what I had given to them, they have given me the experience and knowledge of a lifetime, which I am eternally grateful for.

Julianne  Fu 2011 Aug