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The local Chinese had won their places in the school via a rigorous entrance exam, while the international school students were admitted via tuition fees or family connections. The real Chinese weren't allowed to mix with the international students. I learnt later why none of the students in my class were actually from China, although some were born in Shanghai.
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Hae Rim, Jongwoo, Keiko, Dreamy, Miyu, Chie. Now that's gotta say something about the school, right? What, I don't know, but something." "Oh sure, they could go home on the weekends, but most of them would rather stay here. That's the new Shanghai for you, millionaires everywhere and a mall for each one. "These kids might be on their own, but they've got wads of cash in their pockets. Taiwan, Hong Kong, Tokyo, Korea, Singapore it's all about the business that bind, right?" He scratched his chin. Mum and Dad probably live thirty minutes down the street, somewhere in the Bund or Pudong. Their parents are all big-shot millionaires who can't be bothered to look after their own kids, so they dump them here. Look I know you're still young and idealistic being a couple years out of uni, but don't feel sorry for them. "I know all the local students live here, but out of the almost six hundred international students, there must less than a hundred boarding here." "Why are there so few of them?" I asked one of the older expat teachers, an Australian with permanent three-day scruff. Later, around 7:30, the international boarding students would finally emerge yawning, their gazes only resting for a moment on their track-suited counterparts marching away. Yi, ar, san, si, wu, liu! Yi, ar, san si, wu, liu!
#Another oh hae young scene where she rides the bike series#
Then, to the rhythm of an amplified female voice, they began their calisthenics with a series of stretches and twists, eventually moving into more strenuous jumps and lunges. First, they organised themselves into neat lines on the grass. Then at 6:00 a.m., I would stare out into the fields.īy the time it was 7:00, my vigil would be broken by the uniformed students from the school's local division, the one for the Mainlanders. Breathing until the rhythm of my heart took over, until night became dawn.
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My first weeks in Shanghai were spent like this, letting the stillness fill my limbs. At night, its emptiness echoed: my ears, too used to the random sirens and shouts of New York, created its own white noise. Student Dorm Four, or the international students' dorm.īeside the dorms was a large playing field. I waved and watched her jog back to the building across from mine. "You … dancing?" She moved her arms up and down and smiled. A few locks of her hair were pinned to the side by a butterfly clip. I looked over my shoulder and behind me was a young girl, thirteen maybe. I stepped forward for a skip from one to fifth, a minor half step to the left, then was it down a third? My feet traced a waltz. All the same, in the hallway, I tried to recapture the notes in my head. Was someone singing? A radio? I walked down to the ground floor and listened for the melody again, but the voice was gone. On my first day, the whole time as I swept and mopped, I could hear a song lilting through the laminate floor, a wavering melody. I had been assigned a room in Teacher Building Five, a campus dormitory with cobwebs clinging to the undersides of faded and beaten traditional Chinese furniture. But eliminating an item from a list," she drew an aggressive line through the air with a blue fingernail, "is intention realised." An orgasm is just a primal surge, barely any use at all. "Crossing off an item from a list? Better than an orgasm," she had said. This was back in July, when I still lived in Brooklyn. I had made a list before my first day of teaching. I let her help me up, only leaning a bit onto her slight frame. Just a bit wet and dirty." They wiped off my bicycle and reattached the handlebars the best they could. The students who saw me through a window came out to help me. Three weeks ago, I crashed into a drainage ditch outside of the junior high building of Shanghai International School, landing between Classroom Six and the staff office where I spent most of my time.
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#Another oh hae young scene where she rides the bike free#
Rust, accumulated during the four months of rainy season, had shaved enough iron off the centre of my handlebars to make riding hazardous: without warning, the handlebars could slip free from the screw holding them in place, leaving me with nothing to steer with. A light green taxi almost clipped my handlebars its horn blared a constant wail as it sped by. I kept going, past columns of empty two-litre Coke bottles piled fifteen feet in the air, swaying a slow dance on top of motorbike carts. I went from bakery to bakery, and in each, I would bewilder the counter girls, trim in their white aprons and matching nurse caps, with my growing desperation. The taste of smoke and grit and roasting yams. After Hana died, I rode my bicycle down the side streets of Shanghai in search of red bean mochi.