Taking on Taiwan: The Buzz About Buxibans

Not less than twenty-four hours after touching down in Taipei the second time, I was sitting in a lecture hall among forty other men and women.  Some of them were the same age as I was, while others were older with far more teaching credentials than I had.  Exhaustion filled me, mostly because I’d spent much of the night chatting with my roommate and one of my now good friends, Rona, after she arrived as well.  We awaited our training leaders to start what would be a week’s worth of learning how to teach and more about the HESS curriculum.

Taking on Taiwan: The Start

It’s a new year, and it’s officially (when you read this, not as I type this) 58 days until I step onto the plane bound for North America.  Believe me, I find it hard to believe that my time in Taiwan is coming to an end.  It seems that it was only yesterday that I stepped onto the plane to move here, to start working as an English teacher.  Honestly, I had no idea of the places and people I would encounter along the way.  That is precisely why in honor of my time in Taiwan and all the memories I have collected along the way, this blog post serves as the first in a series I am releasing, titled “Taking on Taiwan”.  And there’s no better place to start than right at the beginning, in October of 2015.

Travels from the Time Vault: Greece

When I was sixth grade, my history teacher introduced us about ancient civilizations.  We learned about the rich ancient history in Africa, India, China, Aztec society, Incan society, and then we came to the Romans and the Greeks.  I’ve always been fascinated by mythology, and Greek mythology is without a doubt my favorite.  It was also around the same time that Rick Riordan released the first of his Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, which I still love to this day.  I could open up one of those books now and feel the same amount of joy reading it as I did the first time I found them.  Sixth grade was also the year that I traveled to Greece.

That Time We Hid a Kitten In Our Apartment

During university, I’ll admit: I did a lot of weird, out of character things.  One time, I stole Santa Claus and hid him on campus.  I’d go lay out on Chapel Hill and watch the stars when I couldn’t sleep, sometimes till the wee hours of the night.  I often tried new things and much to my dismay, liking them was a hit of a miss.  And a lot of the time, it didn’t take too long before I realized how much I really disliked something.  But the time my roommate and I adopted a kitten and hid it from residence life for a week was definitely not something I regret doing.

Where (And How) to Learn Languages Abroad

About a year ago, I began seeing a tutor to learn a fair bit of Mandarin.  The whole situation lasted about five months, before things were cut off and we both went separate ways.  In that time, I made it through two and a half textbooks.  So I like to tell people I learned what I like to call “survival Chinese”.  I can order food, drinks, read numbers and basic signs, and ask for help for specific things.  I recognize about 40% of what is said, and from what I do know how to say, I say it correctly.  Only 50% of the time.  Like I said, survival Chinese.  I’m proud of it, even if I didn’t get as far as I originally intended to at the beginning of it all.