Christina and I enjoyed another banquet with the dean of the Foreign Affairs Department on Wednesday. We were not the only ones invited (New Zealand Robert and Anna from the Phillipines also came), but we were the main attraction. You see, the dean wanted us to meet his friend, who just happens to be the Chief of Police in Anyang. This friend o’ the dean happened to have a son, who he also wanted us to meet, who was also at the banquet. This son of his had a hankerin’ to travel the world. More specifically, America.
About halfway through, administrators tipsy from toasting, James (our liaison to the Foreign Affairs Department) asked Christina and I if we wouldn’t mind helping out the dean’s friend’s son with his English. Ah, yes, now the reason for the banquet is clear.
Of course we said yes; what the hell else are we gonna say? For whatever reason, the Chinese have it in their heads that if you want to learn American English, you must–must–only have contact with Americans. Nevermind why you would care what specific dialect you’re learning. Nevermind the fact that 99% of Chinese accents obliterate any distinction you might make in a person’s dialect. He wants to brush up on his English; we get a free dinner; win-win.
We made plans to meet this afternoon but no one showed. I don’t know if they were so drunk that they forgot or what. I don’t care; I still got the free dinner. The same thing happened last semester with the previous dean. Banquet: “Oh, I have this son, right, and he’s learning American English. Since you’re here, do you mind helping him out?” And then he never show’s up.
Anywho, here are the madcaps who made the night happen: