A Day in the Life of a Fake Teacher in the Real China

Fall Final Exams 2009 013One day I found myself squealing like a pig in front of children.  I pushed my nose up, grunted, and oinked.  We were playing a simplified version of charades.  It was a Sunday afternoon in the bleak of January.  And this being China, it was bleaker than bleak.  The dean of my university had loaned me out to a private high school as a “favor.”

My latest rendition caught the students’ attention.  Girls stopped texting and boys ceased roughhousing long enough to look up and shout “pig!” in unison.  I asked the teacher if they’ve played this game before, adding, “They’re very confident.”  Either the blood of Shakespeare coursed through my veins or the children were very smart.

I spent the next ten minutes striking curious poses.  I shapechanged into a frog, duck, and cow.   By some feat of thaumaturgy, I even managed to turn an ordinary seat into a flying bicycle, which I rode around the room.  But the archfiend boredom was in the room as well.  It stalked the children.  One by one they fell prey it.   I wondered if I could win their hearts and minds back if I showed them the wonderfullest trick of all – the coffin trick.  That is escaping from a coffin after it had been nailed shut.