30 May 2007

Scholastic Mafan

Hello, everyone!

Recent events have inspired me to write a rant about the mafan at my school. Some of the mafan is typical of universities everywhere so I'll confine my comments to mafan which I think even University of Waterloo would avoid, if it could possibly get itself into this situation.

Here's the scoop: when I was accepted into my programme for studying Mandarin at BLCU, the admission notice which was sent to me had as its ending date '15 July 2007'. That is, all examinations would be written and grades delivered by 15 July.

Nope. I was wrong to assume that any university with so many international students would have set in stone at an early date its times for examinations, holidays, and grade reports. It seems that BLCU, with the highest number of foreign students of any university in China, is not able to guarantee that the dates on its admission notices are final. I've recently learnt that my grades won't be available until 20 July, and the date which owes to have been on my admission notice is actually 23 July 2007.

The first thing I must note here is that the school actually had not yet decided by the end of April the day on which students in my program would be able to receive their grades. University of Waterloo publishes such important dates at least a year beforehand. I don't know why BLCU couldn't decide upon a date ands stick to it. It's not as if anything new popped up.

Another thing is that they probably should also tell their students upon arrival the exact dates of the holidays for that they may prepare for seven or eight consecutive days of school during the May and October holidays, holidays which are apparently mechanically computed and could easily be brought to the attention of foreigners. No other country in the world celebrates both of those holidays (May Day is popular, 01 October is not), and no other country celebrates in the way China does. We're foreigners, not amoebae: we don't learn by osmosis.

This 'glitch' in the date on the admission notice has two consequences for me. Firstly, the flight, which was booked for me by TravelCuts on behalf of the Canadian government, now has to be changed at my expense. I actually had to change it anyway because someone at TravelCuts made a mistake. Here's a short excerpt from my side of my e-mail exchange with the travel agent last summer.

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Below, you wrote 'Please ensure you change your return date prior to the date I picked. Be sure of your date but do not wait until the last minute because the fee is based on availabilty.'. Do you mean 'Please ensure you change your return date (from 05 July 2007) prior to the date I picked (05 July 2007).'? Sorry, I'm a bit confused. My programme actually ends on 15 July, so I'm going to have to change the date anyway, and I'd prefer to avoid the $100 surcharge for changing the return date.

--


In short, she booked my return flight for 05 July without actually consulting me about the return date. Her response was 'oh, you can change it later', and didn't address the fact that I would have to pay to change the date. (It cost $75 Cdn.) I fully intend to send to the department responsible for the scholarship the (paltry) bill for $75. At this point, I'm really desperate for cash and $75 is still $75. Whether the Canadian government wants to challenge either TravelCuts or the Chinese government for that amount of cash is not my problem.

That she made a mistake doesn't matter in this case. A bigger problem for all of those at this university in my scholarship programme is that we all must change our tickets if we wish to actually receive our grades in person. Beyond our programme, it's potentially a problem for all international students here.

The second consequence for anyone who had made arrangements to be here only until 15 July, especially for those in school residences, is that we now have to deal with the consequences of one arm of a Chinese institution changing its policies without notifying the other arms. That is, the academic arm, which changed the dates for our programme, have not informed the residences of this change. What that means for me is that I'm not able to guarantee that I'll be able to stay in my room until I have to leave and, even then, my scholarship probably won't cover the basic per-day expense covered for every other day this year. I won't learn until 30 June whether I am able to extend my stay by another six days, which is two days shy of the new end-date for the programme but six days beyond the old date. HOW IN HELL DOES THAT WORK??????? I was told my the head fuwuyuan at my building that they won't know about new students coming (dates, room availability, &c.) until 30 June. How can they not know that? Besides, how can they be admitting masses of new students before the ends of the other programmes? How can a university with this number of international students foul-up things so badly?

T.I.C.

27 May 2007

Return To Japan (Part 2)

Saturday, 24 February
Kyoto (京都)

I left Tokyo (東京) early on the morning of 23 February. Because I had my handy-dandy JR Pass, I was able to take the Shinkansen to Kyoto for free. The ride took less than three hours and was uneventful.

After I arrived, I met Liz at the main station. She was actually there for a meeting with her supervisor and a professor from Tokyo who had to leave Kyoto later that day. A few days earlier, Liz told me that her erstwhile housemate (and friend of both of ours), Sandy, was actually scheduled to leave Kyoto a few hours after my planned arrival. We were able to meet her for lunch / snacks, after which we'd part from her.

Astroboy at Kyoto Eki

One sky-way at Kyoto Eki

One of the day-markets near the station

Liz, Sandy, and me

Enya's all over the place

Um

Sunday, 25 February
Nara

On the day after I arrived in Kyoto, Liz and I took a day-trip to the ancient former capital, Nara. Nara is home to a few of UNESCO's World Heritage Sites. It's also home to a large number of complacent deer. The following photos and movies are a random mish-mash taken throughout the day.

One of the major sights to be seen is a large Sakyamuni Buddha. Although it's larger than the Amida Butsu in Kamakura, I prefer the one in Kamakura.



NTT DoCoMo Promotion 1

NTT DoCoMo Promotion 2

NTT DoCoMo Promotion 3









Angry, deer?

The o-sembe train

Deer Harassment, Part 1

Deer Harassment, Part 2

Deer Harassment, Part 3






'Just buying some post cards, deer.'






You're welcome!


Ornery creature






Reproduction of Kamakura's Daibutsu, complete with building

Reproduction of Nara's Daibutsu

A true sign of enlightenment

Reputed to be the nostril of a buddha, and big enough for the Daibutsu's finger




The sound of lunch



Camera-hog^H^H^Hdeer





That deer looks photo-shopped

'Anything tasty in here?'

'Just a box.'

'Here's where all the tasty stuff is! It's high in iron, too!'

'If you leave my bag's straps alone, I'll give you some o-sembe.'




Mochi-making in progress


Return To Kyoto
Liz and I returned to Kyoto for a dinner with a number of former exchange students from Japan. Some of them completed only Master's programmes, whereas others finished Ph. D.s. Liz has remained in contact with them since they were in Canada during the 2002-2003 school year; I'm quite glad for that because I now have renewed contact with them.

Yoko, me, Liz, Shingo, Hiroshi, and Daisuke

Kyoto Tower, not too far from Kyoto Station


Japan's latest funny-men, part 1

Shingo and Daisuke continue their comedic banter


Monday, 26 February
Uji (宇治)

When I went to visit Kyoto, Liz and Taka lived in a suburb of Kyoto called Uji. This small city is one of the most historic places in Japan, and is home to two of the 17 UNESCO World Heritage Sites in Kyoto.

In mid-morning, Taka returned from a research trip in Great Britain. After Taka's return, he, Liz, and I went to a local restaurant for lunch, followed by green tea mochi desserts (Uji is also famous for its teas). After dessert, Liz and I ventured-out on a walking tour of Uji while Taka went to the lab to do more work.

For those of you who have heard of The Tale Of Genji, it is reputed to be the first novel written, and was penned by a woman whose pen-name is Murasaki, after one of the charcters in the book. The book documents the adventures of Genji and his involvement in imperial intrigues in ancient feudal Japan. The book's chapters were written as separate little stories; some of the chapters take place in Uji.

One of our stops along the way was at the Genji Museum. Because it was Monday, the museum was closed. Ah, well. At least Ghibli was open when I went on the preceding Monday.



World Heritage Site right this way!

Longest-continuously-maintained wooden building in Japan, possibly the world

Genji







宇治里有山有水

Also in Uji is the famed Byodo-in (平等院), another UNESCO World Heritage Site. Anyone who's got access to the ten-yen coin can take a look at it -- it's that important. The Phoenix Hall, dedicated to Amida Butsu, was built in 1053 and is the only original building still extant. Althoguh we arrived near the end of the day, Liz and I were still able to enter and go through the on-site museum. While we were there, we met two women from Taiwan who were touring Kyoto.










Peek-a-boo!

10-yen coin shot


On our way out of that part of Uji, we encountered a couple of interesting sculptures.



Murasaki

Back To Kyoto
Because Taka was only to be around for one night, Liz decided not to join me and our Canadian friend Bonsai-superstar for dinner on Monday evening. Although I didn't ask him, I am pretty sure that Bonsai-superstar would not have cared to have a photo taken with me; he doesn't strike me as that kind of guy. He's got an interesting blog about living in Japan. I'm sorry that I wasn't able to spend too much time with him.

Tuesday, 27 February
Daitoku-ji (大徳寺)

On Tuesday, I set-out on my own to visit a couple of places about which I'd read in my Lonely Planet Guide for Japan. The first was a complex of independent temples called Daitoku-ji. It's also a UNESCO World Heritage Site.













Kinkaku-ji (金閣寺)
One of my primary reasons for visiting Kyoto was to see, with my own eyes, Kinkaku-ji, the Golden Pavilion Temple. The temple itself has a long history, into which I won't delve here because I'm lazy. However, one point of interest is that the pavilion itself has been recontructed because the original was destroyed by arson in the 1950s.

Again, I encountered a Mandarin-speaking tour group. This one came from Shanghai, although the persons in the group came from many neighbouring provinces. From what I understand, the companyfor which they work paid for a trip to Japan for them and their families, although my Mandarin at the time was worse than it is now. However, I understood what their tour guide told their translator in Japanese, and then waht their translator said in Mandarin. Some of it was 'simplified', for lack of a more politic term. They were all very nice and friendly, and I was glad to meet them.

Where is it?
Oh, it's in that direction

Not far now ...

Almost there

Just a few more steps

Ah, supplication






Tea room



Intermission
I was to meet Liz and some of her friends for dinner that night. Until then, I had some time to kill so I leisurelily made my way to the apointed meeting place. I saw a few things along the way, including the outside of Nijo-jo (see below).

How is that pronounced, anyway?

From a train platform in Kyoto

Self-cleaning public auto toilet, complete with instructions

He's got doppelgangers around the world

Dolls' Festival Dinner
Hina Matsuri (雛祭)

that evening, I went with Liz to a former home-stay 'mother' of hers, Haishi-san, not too far from Nijo-jo (see my entry below). Haishi-san previously worked as a translator of written works from English into Japanese. Also in attendance was another of the home-stay mom's former students, a South African named Viki.

Haishi-san and her husband are very generous. She gave each of us a decorative (and probably quite expensive) bowl, and he gave each of us an autographed copy of his recent book about Japanese culture, along with a lecture about the making of tenkoku (篆刻).


Haishi-san, me, Liz, and Viki

Gion (祇園)
After dinner, Liz and I walked to nearby Gion. For those of you familiar with Arthur Golden's Memoirs Of A Geisha, much of what happened during Sayuri's life after she went to the geisha-house takes place in this part of Kyoto. Although much of it looks ultra-modern, its side-streets maintain a feeling of the Meiji Era. I was fortunate enough to see some geisha plying their trade in the area. For those of you who are wondering, I didn't photograph any of them.


Take a look at this boy's pants


Wednesday, 28 February
Hiroshima (広島)

On my last full day in Japan, I took a day-trip to Hiroshima (because I could). Equipped with my trusty-rusty JR Pass, I obtained a last-minute (smoking-car) ticket on the Shinkansen to Hiroshima. The ride took only around two hours. Immediately after I arrived, I promptly lost my JR Pass. Not cool. I can imagine only that the shallow pockets of the jeans I had purchased in China finally failed me, and that the pass fell from the pocket. I would have to find some way to return to Kyoto once I was done with my business in Hiroshima.

All of the sights I wanted to see in Hiroshima are located in the Peace Memorial Park, which is a short ride westward from the JR station by streetcar. I won't go into great detail about most of the sights but, at the very least, I'll name them. I visited: A-Bomb Dome; Cenotaph, Flame Of Peace; Hiroshima National Peace Memorial For The Atomic Bomb Victims; Korean A-Bomb Memorial; Atomic Bomb Memorial Mound; and Peace Memorial Museum.

The A-Bomb Dome is the first place which I visited. It really looks to me like something out of Miyazaki's films of dystopian futures. It was a governmental administrative building until the bomb exploded almost directly above it. It is now a UNESCO World Heritage Site documenting the horrors of war. However, this place serves best as an introduction to the displays I later saw at the museums.

Ground Zero: The A-Bomb Dome


Children's Peace Memorial


Paper cranes from around the word, inspired by Sadako's Story

Atomic Bomb Memorial Mound

Korean Memorial

Korean Memorial, Part 2

After visiting the other sights, I finally made my way to the Peace Memorial Museum. It's got to be the single most depressing place I've visited to date.




Niji-jo (二条城)
After returning from Hiroshima, I made my way speedily towards Nijo-jo, Tokugawa's palace in Kyoto. It's listed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site and it's definitely worth seeing. I highly recommend that if any of you wants to go that you arrive long before 4:00 P.M. The building of the palace closes at 4:00, and everyone is required to leave the palace's grounds by 5:00 P.M.

Because I arrived so late in the day (due to my stupidity), I had only 15 minutes to see the palace, then an hour to wander through the beautiful garden. Arriving so late in the day was especially stupid because I missed by ten minutes entering Nijo-jo on the previous day. I had forgotten the importance of Nijo-jo when I looked at its name on the bus-map of the city which I had. I had forgotten that I'd marked it in my Lonely Planet Japan as a place to visit in Kyoto. I'd have been more embarrassed had I twice missed entering it. The first few photos below are from the previous day, when I had actually missed the 'last call' for tickets. I missed the 'last call' because I was taking those photos.










Spot the error








Rectum? Nearly killed'im.

Biiiiiiig walls

Swans

Big doors? Little guys








Glorious Jacob's Ladder

After Nijo-jo, I met Liz and two of her lab-mates for dinner, including one from Henan, a Chinese province. On our way to dinner, we encountered the beautiful sign below.

Hat-fishing prohibited

The Return To Beijing
My return to China was marked by mafan even before I stepped onto the plane. New security measures, mirroring those I encountered in Toronto when I left Canada for studying in China, were in their first day of implementation in Kansai Airport. Lines were really long, and I didn't have much time to relax before I was to board my plane. our return trip was also via Yantai. After I re-boarded the plane in Yantai, I witnessed a really cute conversation between one of the stewardesses and a young boy. I'm afraid that I didn't photograph the best parts of the conversation because my camera was giving me some mafan. Below is the only shot I got. :)


At Beijing's airport, when I was about to leave for Kansai Airport, I was taken to the remote outpost from which my plane would fly. The bus which took us to the location had a notice exhorting passengers to sit. I photographed that notice but, at the time, I didn't think to photograph the inside of the bus. I remembered after returning from Kansai Airport. Please note the absence of seating. Readers who are literate in Chinese will also note that the sign is translated properly. It's a semantic problem.



All in all, I really enjoyed the respite from China's mafan which I had in Japan. My biggest problem was the culture shock which I experienced after returning to Beijing. Take care, all!