Sometime last week the facilitator of the Faculty of Applied Foreign Studies called me and also called Connie, the other BYU teacher in the Applied Foreign Studies department at Nanju U. She asked if we would be willing to do a presentation on teaching English as a foreign language to some teachers. It was to be this past Saturday. We agreed and she asked if our husbands would also help. We were to do a presentation and then be shown some of the local sites.
Then she had the person arranging this presentation call to finalize the arrangements. It turned out that it wasn't here at Nanjing U, but at Gaoyou some two hours away and it wasn't only teachers but also high school students. We got together and planned what we would do and then were called again and our plans were changed. On Friday night it had been worked out that Bob, Connie, and I were each to do two one hour classes to grade ten and twelve students. Connie's husband was to do one class and then a presentation to teachers. Another teacher from Australia was also coming along.
We were picked up on Saturday morning at 6:45 am and driven to Gaoyou in a mini van .
We stopped at a rest stop along the way and I got my first glimpse of "squats". I did a quick walk through the ladies restroom and decided that I wasn't ready for that.
At about 9:15 we arrived at the school. It had a big front gate and a driveway up to the school. There were flags lining the driveway and a delegation of teachers and a sort of guard of honour made up of students. We were presented with huge bouquets of flowers and photographers were there to take our pictures. As we walked up the driveway we could see hundreds of students on the balconies of the four story school (all in school jackets). They were waving and cheering. Over 3,500 students attend that school. We were shocked at our reception.
When the photographers were finished we were taken to our classrooms. My first class went well. The students had prepared questions and were eager to speak. We were told that we were the first foreign teachers some of the students had ever seen. There were around sixty students in each class. It was amazing how well they spoke.
When the class was over I was conducted to my next class and it was a group of teachers. I protested that it wasn't me that was supposed to do this class, but they insisted it was. It was terrible as I was totally unprepared. I couldn't think of anything, so I did idioms most of the hour.
Bob had an interesting thing happen. A girl in one of his classes came up to him and told him she had a friend in Lethbridge who attends Mike Mountain Horse middle school. Most of the Chinese we talk to haven't even heard of Calgary or Banff. Some have heard of Niagara Falls or Vancouver or Toronto.

After the classes we were presented with fancy certificates written in Chinese so we don't know what they say.
We were taken to a hotel for lunch. They had arranged rooms for us to have a nap in. (People here close down their offices from noon to 2:00 pm and have naps in them.) We did talk them out of the naps and went right to lunch only it wasn't lunch. It was a fancy banquet. More and more food was brought in. The vice-principal of the school and some of the area education officials were there. The vice-mayor of the city dropped in. We were served such delicacies as turtle soup, crayfish, crab, jellied duck eggs. I had a very hard time as I don't like seafood. They did serve some good beef and delicious noodles.

Some of the dishes
There were many, many toasts and we continually had to jump up for these. Finally the food quit coming and we were able to leave.
We were then taken to a museum in a very old posthouse ( built in 1375). It was right on the banks of the Grand Canal (which was built to move wheat and other commodities between Beijing and Hangzhou). The oldest parts of the Grand Canal date back to the 5th century BC. Many barges are still in use on the canal.
We finally arrived back at our apartment about 8:00 pm. It was suggested to us that we make this a weekly event, but we thought that was a little much - maybe one day in the spring.