Corporate America Runaway

I have entered the terrifying world of responsibility again. I may go into shock. I actually have to set my alarm every day and be somewhere by 9AM, and I don’t get back home until 5:30PM. Unfortunately – this new lifestyle is not making me any money – but it’s the path to my ticket back out on the road!

If you are an active reader of the blog, then you have solved the riddle above – if not, then you may be confused – wondering if I have sold out and set back to a desk job writing and sending emails all day. Do you really think I would give up that easy – no, not me. Or maybe you are wondering if I have taken a job at Starbucks in order to get medical insurance. That would actually be a good guess, considering I have seriously thought about that option in order to be insured – but you would be wrong.

I have begun my 4 week intensive course in learning how to teach ESL (English as a Second Language) and I am in shock.

I have to get up and be somewhere every day
I can’t wear my sweatpants all day
I have to ride the subway at peak hours among the entire car of zombie-like commuters. Not a single person looks happy on their commute – it’s like looking at the living dead.
I have tons of homework – I wake up in the middle of the night thinking about modal verbs.
I had to teach the first day
I realize that I know nothing about English grammar…nothing. Sure, I can speak it, but explaining it is like me trying to explain how to put together a rocket for NASA….a disaster that inevitably will crash and burn.
I had to dig out a dictionary for the first time in 10 years. (seriously – when was the last time you ever looked a word up in the dictionary?)

However, on the positive side of things, the moment I stood up in front of the class and started teaching, I remembered how much I loved it. My memories of India came flooding back to me. I enjoyed learning about where the students were from and it made me long to get back out on the road. It felt as if my travels were coming full circle in a way – it wasn’t but a few months ago that I was the student trying to learn Italian – and now I’m teaching Italians (and many other nationalities) English – life can be strange.

Every morning I sit through 3 hours of lecture on how to actually teach, and the afternoons are spent teaching real students. What this course doesn’t include is a grammar education – no one is teaching me sentence structure, verb tenses, etc. However, you can bet that when I am teaching a grammar lesson to the students I have read every piece of material I could find on the grammar rules so that I won’t get tripped up. Therefore in a roundabout way – I’m learning.

The class leaves me absolutely fascinated with language itself. How we ever learned it, how others learn multiple languages, the sounds of words, the stress of words. We use all of this but never ever thing about it. Now – I am forced to think about it and it’s rather fun. This new student life hasn’t left me much time to do other things recently. Being an overachiever pretty much guarantees that I have my head stuck in a book at night trying to be the absolute best, smartest, ESL teacher ever…some habits die hard - and Type A personalities are hard to change.

Being back in school is a humbling experience – but I believe that it will lead to great things. In fact – it’s fun to try to put my ‘plan’ in motion. I’ve been floundering here in NYC, not really sure where I fit in and no real plan. Now I feel like I have purpose again. I’m aching to get back and explore again, and this is my means to that end.

I can’t hide it – I miss traveling a lot. I miss the thrill of being on the road, of experiencing newness everyday, discovering and overcoming. My friends and I decided to go out of the country this weekend – and we took the Q train to do so…straight to China Town in New York City. The Spanish call it tapas, the Greeks call it mezes, and the Chinese call it dim sum. We decided to head to China Town this Sunday for dim sum, a treat that I hadn’t had since I was last in Hong Kong! For those of you not familiar with dim sum…let me tell you what you are missing. Small plates and steamers of dumplings, pot stickers, steamed buns, fried things, noodles, sticky rice, and gelatinous desserts rolled by your table by a Chinese woman. You see something you like on that cart, you point to it, and it end up on your table immediately, more carts come by, you point to more things, and you have a leisurely lunch surrounded by Asian culture.

Actually – who am I kidding, it never happens like that – that would be way too civilized for China Town (I mean that last statement in the nicest way). In the hustle/bustle, no personal space of China towns around the world – dim sum is anything but civilized…it’s chaotic…and that’s what I love about it. Normally the woman who rolls by the cart, states what is on her cart of goodies in broken English at best. She then tries to convince you to take a few plates, going as far as placing them on your table for you before you can really answer. Soon after the next cart lady rolls up and does the same…soon you have a table full of small plates of items that you have never seen before, and are wondering what they are and a bit scared to ask. Carts start to line up around your table – all trying to talk you into choosing something from them – much like a true Asian market that I have come to love. As they place the small plates of noodly goodness on your table, they add it to your table bill in Chinese characters so that you really have no idea what you have purchased. Green tea flows and at some point you learn to be forceful with the cart ladies and say the words ‘no more’…your belly full of dumplings, sauce, and tea.

It’s a wonderful light lunch, if you can learn to say ‘no’ soon enough, else it can be rather filling! However, the beauty of dim sum in a ‘local’ restaurant in China Town is that it is cheap…super cheap. Halfway through the meal you start to get a bit worried that you have about 18 plates on your table (granted – there were 5 of us!) – then you get the bill and realize that it’s only $12 a piece…a bargain in NYC.

The biggest benefit of the afternoon was the trip to China town itself – a chance to experience a new culture while staying put in America. Unbeknownst to us, this Sunday was the day that all of the businesses in China Town celebrated Chinese New Year with lion dances. A lion dance is done inside or outside a business establishment in order to bring good luck and fortune to the business - and it puts some money in the dancers pocket as well. As we walked up to our Dim Sum restaurant on Mott street, a lion dancing team was emerging from the restaurant…good timing on our part! We were entering a restaurant full of good fortune. After dim sum, we walked around the area for a bit following a few lion dance teams watching all of the excitement and celebration. It’s a far cry from being in Asia for Chinese New Year, but it’s as close as you can get when you are stateside.

However a visit to China Town in NYC will not only transport you to another time, but another economy. I can’t go visit China Town without coming back with a bag full of fruit or fish that is half the cost of what I pay on the Upper West Side. Plus, it’s the only place I can find the needed ingredients to make a proper Thai or Vietnamese meal. That’s where I can find green papayas for my favorite Thai salad. You can even find Vietnamese water spinach…I was stunned. About as stunned as the little shop owner was when I asked for it. They brought it out of a back room for me – I think it arrived form Vietnam just that morning! Yes – China Town in NYC should probably be called Little Asia…as it contains people and products from all over Asia. You’ll find some of the best Thai, Chinese, and Vietnamese restaurants there, and even some ‘fusion restaurants’ such as the China Town Ice Cream Factory. The Ice Cream Factory mixes Western and Asian tastes into yummy little creations like green tea, lemon grass, or ginger ice cream. If you really want to feel like you are in Asia and getting a bargain – just be brave and wander into one of the local tea houses. You will find that you are surrounded by elderly Chinese people, sipping tea, gossiping, and eating pork buns. I stopped into my favorite tea house recently, Mei Lai Wah Tea House, (which pretty much resembles a greasy diner) and had 2 fresh pork buns, 3 pork dumplings and a cup of tea for a total of $4.50. The best part is that I even get to use some of my language skills. I found myself saying hello and thankyou in both mandarin and Thai on my latest trip to China Town.

My friends and I ended our Chinese New Year day with a walk around the southern tip of NYC – a blustery day, but worth it to get out and really explore with my camera again. That’s when we saw the flattened rat (pictured above), and I couldn’t pass it up since it is officially the year of the rat! Unfortunately this rat met it’s doom and didn’t even make it to it’s special Asian year. I thought about how much the Thai family that I stayed with in Northern Thailand would have loved this rat (maybe a little less flat) – they would have whipped up a wonderful dinner with it! Whether you are running from them, celebrating them, or eating them – rats are here to stay in NYC.

As I have integrated back into my home culture in NYC, I find that I gravitate to China town now – and no, not for the fake purses! I feel more comfortable there than in many neighborhoods in NY. As I stroll around, it brings back fond memories of my travels, and my family living half way across the world. Prior to my around the world travel, I had lived in NYC for 3 ½ years and I probably went to China town a total of 5 times – whenever visitors were in town and wanted to drag me down there. Since I’ve come back from my trip, I’ve been to China Town about once a week. It is my little escape from the US – and it’s only a $2 subway ride. Sure – I’d rather be in Asia, but if you can’t – it’s the next best thing.

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