Language Learning

This weekend was the first weekend of Chinese school.  It is hard to believe that this is going to be our FOURTH year there.  Every year, chinese school is crazy chaotic.  This year was no exception.

Our Chinese school has two tracks for their classes: one for kids who speak Chinese at home and one for kids who don’t.  We have always had M in the Chinese speaker classes (2 years preschool, 1 year kindergarten).  The first year was crazy.  The second year, she had a good teacher and seemed to learn things.  Last year, she hated it,  couldn’t understand what was going on and was bored out of her mind.  This year, we placed her in the 2nd grade level for English speakers.   Mr. A observed the 1st class. It seems like the material is below M’s level, but being the teacher’s pet that she is, she liked being able to raise her hand and answer questions.

I made a minor mistake by trying to sign L up for the 4 year old + class for English speakers.  L is not even 3.5 yet, but she knew a lot of the words they were going to cover due to her Chinese tutoring sessions.  I didn’t know that Chinese School holds kids in the same class until the master it, so this class had kids ranging from 4-8 years old.  L couldn’t sit still or be quiet enough. I ended up taking her out 1/2 way through the class.  I hope we can get our money back.

In addition to Chinese school, both L and M had private tutoring by a Chinese teacher who has actual training in teaching foreign languages.  She is unbelievably excellent at teaching age-appropriately.  Over the summer, we saw her 2 times a week (30 minutes for L and 50 minutes for M).  Now that school is in session (for the girls and for the teacher), we are seeing her once a week.  L might also join her cousin S in S’s weekly session for another 45 minutes each weekend, since Chinese school isn’t going to work this year.  M also continues to have a 1 hour session each week with her other  chinese tutor.

In case you couldn’t follow all that, in an average week it means we have some kind of Chinese on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays, with some Saturdays in the mix too.   It is a lot, but I can really see that both girls are making great progress.

I have just resigned myself to putting off other extra curricular activities (besides M’s soccer and swimming lessons in the winter) for a few more years.  I feel a bit guilty about not adding violin, but I need to get a better handle on the schedule we have now before I throw another activity in there.

I was originally going to write this post about the social issues at Chinese school, but that will have to wait until tomorrow.

Creating a Monster

I just signed M up for her very own email account today.  I gave her three contacts she can send messages to: Me, Mr. A and my parents.

Her first message to my mom looked like this:

Nana the  next  time I  see  you  can  I  ride  the  inrtoob?
Love

M

Seriously, her very first email and she already figured out how to highlight and change font colors. I don’t think my mom even knows how to do that yet.

DisneyHell

Short story.  Really short.

Ok, it isn’t that short, but I need to vent.

My mom and dad want to take the girls to Disneyworld.  As previously documented, I would rather shove glass in my own eye than go there.

I also don’t really want my kids going there for the following reasons (which are guaranteed to offend a good 50% of my readers):

  • It is a colossal waste of money.  Not my money, my parents’, but still. The trip could probably cover at least a quarter’s tuition at state college.
  • I fucking HATE disney princesses (and now fairies too) and they way the prey on little girls’ affections and their parents’ money. I hate how there only seems to be two viable halloween costumes these days (Tinkerbell or a princess) because Disney has eaten all the little girls’ brains.
  • I also hate the stupid Prince Charming Will Save You and You Will Ride Happily Into the Sunset Together bullshit.  Call me a Feminist if you will (as if that is a bad thing), but that shit is wacked.
  • My kids are going to grow up privileged enough. At this rate, they will go to Disneyworld at least 5 times before they outgrow it.  Do I want to be the mother of the kid who says “I’ve been to Disney 5 TIMES! You’ve only been there once!” No. I do not.
  • Last but not least, there is guaranteed to be at least one Disney T-shirt, one stuffed animal and god knows how many other Disney themed pieces of crap that will migrate home from that trip and then live in my house forever.  I do not want Disney crap in my house.

My parents asked to take the girls to Disneyworld last spring and I said no because L was too little to go without me.  If I went along, they were going to pay for the girls and I had to pay for myself.  No, effing WAY was I going to pay for the privilege of going to my personal hell.  We did not go.

A few weeks ago, my mom called to ask if they could go this year. I sighed and probably sounded pretty annoyed.  Then she hung up on me.  That led to a 2 week standoff in which neither of us would speak to the other.

After 2 weeks of cooling off, we handled this conflict in the way my family usually handles conflict: We pretended nothing had ever happened at all.

My dad called and I (against my better judgment, but in the interest of family harmony) agreed to let the girls go with them, but I did not want to go.  We have a family vacation already scheduled and I would rather shove glass in my eyes than go there (see above).  Dad was happy that the girls could go and let it drop.

Or so I thought.

Today, my dad stepped over the line.  He called Mr. A directly to ask him to try to convince me to agree that Mr. A and I would go with them on their trip to Disneyhell.

This seriously pissed me off.  I could go into the 50 reasons why this is over the line, but right now I am busy counting backward from 100 in an effort to prevent myself from calling my dad and flipping out on him.

I do not want to go to Disneyworld.