Student Reflection: Lia

A few weeks ago my host mother decided that my stuffed pig from America got too cold when I was at school and went out and bought it a baby blanket and pillow so it could stay warm during the day. Later she decided my pig got too lonely and bought me a stuffed panda…

Teacher Reflection: Learning to Eat Chinese

I am convinced my host family is trying to fatten me up. On one of my first days in their house, my host sister produced a scale, and we weighed ourselves. Based on the amount of food I have been cajoled into eating since, I am afraid this might have been to establish a baseline…

Student Reflection: Henry

I could feel the blood pulsating through my veins as we walked up the steeply sloped ramp that led us out of the Xi’an railway station. As we made our way out of the tunnel, the first thing that I took in was the vast Xi’an city wall. For a moment, all my worries had…

Settling In and Venturing Out

After three weeks of school, we have begun to settle into a routine. Two hours of immersion classes in the morning, followed by a break for morning exercise. Chinese class, lunch, more Chinese class, English/History class, culture class. Compared to a day at Brookline High School, it feels long; we go from 8:00am until 4:40…

Student Reflection: Olivia

I sat on a small plastic stool next to my host sister whom I had met an hour ago. My parents had disappeared into the crowded hotpot restaurant and my cousin and little brother played together in the corner, leaving the two of us alone on an island of tense silence, surrounded by a sea…