It’s no secret that in China is a bit of a police state.More than 2 million people monitor online activity and block all mention of sensitive topics and forbidden language. People who speak out against the government are silenced, and foreigners are warned to not discuss “the three T’s.” (Tibet, Taiwan, Tiananmen Square.) This fear, of big brother watching our every move, has led to many rumors in the foreign community. Rumors of phones being tapped, hidden cameras in apartments and a “party monitor” in every class (a student who reports directly to The Party Director any inappropriate behavior done by the teacher.)
I know this isn’t true. I’ve talked about Tibet independence, shown “tank man” and spent two weeks talking about sex with hundreds of students and never got in trouble. China is a huge country. Even with 2 million workers trying to control just the internet, information still gets out.
But there is a dark sinister force watching my every move. A million eyes in the alleys and dark corners watching and reporting on everything I do. That force? Students.
Here’s an example. The other day, on my 30 minute break between classes, I went outside to munch an apple and read a book. Nothing thrilling. And then I got a picture sent to me some student student took, it was far away and slightly blurry like a new paparazzi learning the ropes.
Foreigners stick out in China. And student love to see us, and tell us what they have seen other teachers doing. I used to get updates of all the activities of my former co-workers. When they were seen at McDonalds, Walmart, eating outside the school gate I heard all the gory details.”She was eating a hamburger!” “He was with a sexy girl,” and “She buys the same shampoo as I.”
And no embarrassing moment is spared. The “excitement” of seeing a foreigner out in the wild, overrides propriety.
“I just saw Angus at the cafeteria,” one student wrote to me. “The workers weren’t paying attention to him and he was too shy to say anything so he was just standing there.”
“Did you help him?” I asked.
Because I’m so connected to Chinese social media, I see a lot of what students write. I see what the other foreign teachers are doing, even seeing their blackboards in some instances, and I know way too much from haircuts to outfits.
“He is much more handsome!” said several students every time my co-worker Iain got his hair cut. (Now Iain is growing his hair out and several students also remark on how it is not as handsome as before, ha!)
And not only is our every action being reported to our students, but a wider audience pays attention as well.
“Long xiao bing?” a boy said to me while we both got off a bus. I looked at him and he was definitely not a student. And he called me by my chinese name. How did he know that?
“Wo zhi dao le ne?” I asked. Do I know you?
“No,” he said. “But I know you!”
It’s creepy for sure. But after all this time it’s a creepy I’m used to. No one means the spying and gossip maliciously. They don’t mean to embarrass us or make us feel stupid. (That’s an unintended affect.) They are just genuinely curious and interested in our behavior inside and outside the classroom. Like seeing a panda in the wild after only seeing them in zoo’s before.
Good post, and so true. But i think you missed out one member of the family – Old Aunt.
While staying in dorms the aiyis (cleaners/dorm staff) definitely routed through our things and reported on anything. I had a bunch of free tibet stuff in my dorm (i’d flown straight from India-China after seeing the Dalai Llama), and had one weird day when my neighbour called to say something weird was happening in my room.
4-5 dorm staff women had let themselves into my room shortly after I left the dorm, and were going through my desk draws, cupboards etc and filming everything…
Watch out for them.
Not at all sad to see the back of THAT buulding.Wait till.you get my next blog update
The blackboard picture is from Lin’an! hahaha. And come on, don’t be too mean. You were out with a bad back and then the other problem. You didn’t have time to get to know this place.
Haha, luckily since I’ve never been a student I don’t have to deal with Aiyi’s and anyone coming into my room. But I can imagine the horror they must be. I mean, they older ladies I run into on the streets are nosy as hell, so if they had access to my room?! Nightmare.
I thought students can’t bring their phone to school, or am I wrong?
In high school I heard they can’t, but in college it’s fine.