Eventually all things come to an end. Eventually I will have to go back to the United States, finish my university degree, find my life, and establish my career. And I know that eventually will start to take place around noon on December 21, when I have to board a plane back to Los Angeles via San Francisco.
It all had to end eventually, I keep telling myself, but somehow it’s just not enough. I didn’t even come here that long ago. I now have just under three weeks left here and I arrived only fifteen weeks ago. Though I keep telling myself that I couldn’t’ve extended for a year, I know that my biggest piece of advice to others will be take the whole year—because now I wholeheartedly believe that it is.
I know that there are people who disagree with me. I’ll wait until they go back to their home countries and see if they still feel the same way, and if they do, so be it. I know I still feel like I’m learning every day, but I know some of the people I talk to remain close-minded and naïve. I guess I wouldn’t be the best to judge naïveté, but the fact that many of them haven’t made the slightest attempt (but a phrase or two) to learn Cantonese is a huge indicator.
I suppose the grass is always greener on the other side, though, as cliché as that is. I have one friend who attends Berkeley in the States but is studying abroad at HKU like me this semester because she felt like I do now. She filed to extend and was accepted, and now that she is staying, she’s not going home for the holidays, and she feels that she misses her family.
So the best thing to do is to reserve judgment I suppose. I’ll wait to get back home, I suppose. I’ll see the wide roads and giant cars (one of which I’ll likely be transported in), I suppose. I’ll see the wastefulness that Americans are so known for possessing and realize that people in Hong Kong aren’t all that different. Maybe by the time I get back, I’ll understand intuitively and subconsciously in addition to consciously that we are all just people, and that everything else really doesn’t matter.
I'm not ready just yet to go back—but then again, who is really ready for anything?
Copyright © 2009 James Philip Jee
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Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
To Extend or Not To Extend
That is the question, isn’t it?
It’s something that I knew that I would have to decide sooner and later, and I have to say that though I have come to it, I can’t help thinking the decision was made before me.
I applied to study here for one semester in substitution for one quarter back home. I chose not to file the departmental preapproval form for extension, in hopes that that would force myself to come back home for the latter two quarters of the year.
The reason for doing this was that because this university runs on two semesters per year and UCSD runs on three quarters per year, my substitution of two semesters for three quarters would delay my graduation substantially, making me miss several required classes that are only offered once a year.
So I found out after I was accepted that I can actually petition to bypass that preapproval to allow me to study here for a full year. I realize that to graduate on time though, I can’t.
Though when I arrived, I practically began counting down the days to when I leave, I’m growing to love Hong Kong. Though I still look forward to going home, I still want to make sure that these next ten weeks (yeah, I only have ten weeks left here) are the best.
In Rhinesmith’s Ten Stages of Adjustment, I’m most definitely at the sixth stage, where I’ve fully accepted my host culture. After this last trip to Beijing, I realized that my Mandarin isn’t half bad, and I’m ready to put my Cantonese learning into a higher gear.
In some ways, it is a race to the finish line, with me trying to get my travels in, learn languages, and get good grades at the same time. Right now, I’d rather be the turtle though rather than the hare, and unfortunately I presently feel like the latter.
Ready, set, go.
Copyright © 2009 James Philip Jee
This work may not be reproduced by any means without express permission of the author.
It’s something that I knew that I would have to decide sooner and later, and I have to say that though I have come to it, I can’t help thinking the decision was made before me.
I applied to study here for one semester in substitution for one quarter back home. I chose not to file the departmental preapproval form for extension, in hopes that that would force myself to come back home for the latter two quarters of the year.
The reason for doing this was that because this university runs on two semesters per year and UCSD runs on three quarters per year, my substitution of two semesters for three quarters would delay my graduation substantially, making me miss several required classes that are only offered once a year.
So I found out after I was accepted that I can actually petition to bypass that preapproval to allow me to study here for a full year. I realize that to graduate on time though, I can’t.
Though when I arrived, I practically began counting down the days to when I leave, I’m growing to love Hong Kong. Though I still look forward to going home, I still want to make sure that these next ten weeks (yeah, I only have ten weeks left here) are the best.
In Rhinesmith’s Ten Stages of Adjustment, I’m most definitely at the sixth stage, where I’ve fully accepted my host culture. After this last trip to Beijing, I realized that my Mandarin isn’t half bad, and I’m ready to put my Cantonese learning into a higher gear.
In some ways, it is a race to the finish line, with me trying to get my travels in, learn languages, and get good grades at the same time. Right now, I’d rather be the turtle though rather than the hare, and unfortunately I presently feel like the latter.
Ready, set, go.
Copyright © 2009 James Philip Jee
This work may not be reproduced by any means without express permission of the author.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
First Post, Background
So this is my first post to this blog. I've never blogged before, so my style may seem odd to those of you seasoned bloggers. Yes, I know, it's not August quite yet, but I figured I wanted to record all of my thoughts before, during, and possibly after my experience.
Though a minority of undergraduates study abroad, doing so seems to be something of a common college experience, soon to be my own. I am told that out of the University of California campuses, San Diego (UCSD) leads in students studying abroad in any manner, and out of the six colleges at UCSD, Eleanor Roosevelt College (ERC) has by far the most students studying abroad. I happen to belong to both, so in short, I am in good company.
Currently, I am a first-year student, which will me a second-year when I study abroad next fall. It is my understanding that many students study abroad junior year, but I have decided to do it this fall because I plan to graduate early—three to five quarters to be exact, making me part of the Class of 2010 or the Class of 2011, though more likely the latter. This means that right now I have junior standing and will have senior standing after the end of this school year. Yeah, I took a lot of Advance Placement tests and plenty of community college classes in and during high school to get to where I am, and now there’s little doubt that it shows in my current standing.
Unlike many of my classmates, only a handful of whom I know fully intend on staying till graduation, I quite openly like UCSD, and I love ERC because of its international focus. ERC was my first college of choice when I applied to UCSD, and now I am honored to be studying here as part of its 20th entering class. Unlike many of my fellow students, I take great interest in the Making of the Modern World program (MMW), and am confident that the vast majority of ERC students do come out of the six-quarter sequence more knowledgeable about the world. When they graduate, I’m sure they will feel that the experience contributed to their education in a way that other general education requirements, even those at the other colleges at UCSD, do not. I originally entered college with the plan to complete a double major in Linguistics (Spec. in Language in Society) and International Studies-Political Science, but because of my interest in MMW (especially in quarters 2 and 3) I have recently found the desire to pick up a minor in the Study of Religion.
In studying abroad, I chose Hong Kong with my International Studies major in mind. The International Studies curriculum is interdisciplinary, with students having to choose a primary track (for me Political Science) and a secondary track (Anthropology). With my main focus being in Political Science, I was hoping to learn more about the "one country, two governments" system in place since the British handover in 1997. As I need an area of regional specialization for ERC as well as for my International Studies major, I have chosen (East) Asia to reflect this. For one of my classes, I wrote a four thousand, five hundred-word paper on the bilingual/trilingual language situation in public and private life in Hong Kong. In addition, Hong Kong forms a complicated and unique part of my heritage. While my father is a natural-born American from Detroit, Michigan, my mother is originally from Hong Kong, and immigrated to the United States when she was 11. The history of my mother's side of the family is directly influenced by Chinese politics and history, because her parents were both from well-off families in Hangzhou, near Shanghai. They fled south when the communists came to power, first going to nationalist-controlled Taiwan, then to what was then the British Crown Colony of Hong Kong. My father’s parents are from rural Guangdong Province (what was long called Canton) yet he himself has never set foot outside North America. This, in combination with the fact that my mother immigrated at such a young age means that my exposure to any variety of Chinese has been minimal at very best. I am truly a third-generation American.
So to make myself clear, I do not speak Chinese.
Well, I speak broken conversational Mandarin and, to a lesser extent, Cantonese, but the fact of the matter is that my household was English-only and I learned my first Mandarin word around the age of 4 and never realized that other languages don’t necessarily follow English grammar until I was probably around 10. Still I can barely read and less can I hold a mildly sophisticated conversation. My second and third languages are Spanish and French, which I speak with relative fluency. This fact, while astonishing to some, should constantly be considered in my posts here on out. I will need time to adjust to Chinese customs and more time to gain moderate fluency in Cantonese and or Mandarin. Because of this disconnect, I comfortably refer to myself as first and foremost American.
I chose the University of Hong Kong (HKU) because it has a rich history and prestigious rankings. It is above the University of California schools worldwide and is known as being one of the top five universities in Greater Asia. Founded by the British in 1911, it has a traditional coat of arms, and like most universities in Hong Kong, teaches nearly all its classes in English (I'm assuming for now the British Received Pronunciation standard). In this sense, I do not need to worry too much about language barriers, at least within the university. The two other universities that UC sends students to are the Chinese University of Hong Kong and the Hong Kong University of Science and Technology (of which my uncle was founding president and at which my cousin currently teaches and researches). HKU is the hardest to get into of the three, both in general and on exchange, with just eight spots for the twenty-five-plus UCSD that applied for this coming fall. I am fortunate to be going there.
In the coming weeks before my departure, I plan to write more about my application process and the current thoughts going around my head because I have a lot to say. If you've read this far into my initial post, I congratulate you and thank you, and hope that you’ll keep reading. In attempting to find an appropriate end to this initial post, what comes to mind now is a phrase used for the 2008 Summer Olympics in Beijing:
北京欢迎您。(Beijing welcomes you.)
Or in my case,
香港欢迎我，(Hong Kong welcomes me,)
hopefully.
*
Though a minority of undergraduates study abroad, doing so seems to be something of a common college experience, soon to be my own. I am told that out of the University of California campuses, San Diego (UCSD) leads in students studying abroad in any manner, and out of the six colleges at UCSD, Eleanor Roosevelt College (ERC) has by far the most students studying abroad. I happen to belong to both, so in short, I am in good company.
Currently, I am a first-year student, which will me a second-year when I study abroad next fall. It is my understanding that many students study abroad junior year, but I have decided to do it this fall because I plan to graduate early—three to five quarters to be exact, making me part of the Class of 2010 or the Class of 2011, though more likely the latter. This means that right now I have junior standing and will have senior standing after the end of this school year. Yeah, I took a lot of Advance Placement tests and plenty of community college classes in and during high school to get to where I am, and now there’s little doubt that it shows in my current standing.
Unlike many of my classmates, only a handful of whom I know fully intend on staying till graduation, I quite openly like UCSD, and I love ERC because of its international focus. ERC was my first college of choice when I applied to UCSD, and now I am honored to be studying here as part of its 20th entering class. Unlike many of my fellow students, I take great interest in the Making of the Modern World program (MMW), and am confident that the vast majority of ERC students do come out of the six-quarter sequence more knowledgeable about the world. When they graduate, I’m sure they will feel that the experience contributed to their education in a way that other general education requirements, even those at the other colleges at UCSD, do not. I originally entered college with the plan to complete a double major in Linguistics (Spec. in Language in Society) and International Studies-Political Science, but because of my interest in MMW (especially in quarters 2 and 3) I have recently found the desire to pick up a minor in the Study of Religion.
In studying abroad, I chose Hong Kong with my International Studies major in mind. The International Studies curriculum is interdisciplinary, with students having to choose a primary track (for me Political Science) and a secondary track (Anthropology). With my main focus being in Political Science, I was hoping to learn more about the "one country, two governments" system in place since the British handover in 1997. As I need an area of regional specialization for ERC as well as for my International Studies major, I have chosen (East) Asia to reflect this. For one of my classes, I wrote a four thousand, five hundred-word paper on the bilingual/trilingual language situation in public and private life in Hong Kong. In addition, Hong Kong forms a complicated and unique part of my heritage. While my father is a natural-born American from Detroit, Michigan, my mother is originally from Hong Kong, and immigrated to the United States when she was 11. The history of my mother's side of the family is directly influenced by Chinese politics and history, because her parents were both from well-off families in Hangzhou, near Shanghai. They fled south when the communists came to power, first going to nationalist-controlled Taiwan, then to what was then the British Crown Colony of Hong Kong. My father’s parents are from rural Guangdong Province (what was long called Canton) yet he himself has never set foot outside North America. This, in combination with the fact that my mother immigrated at such a young age means that my exposure to any variety of Chinese has been minimal at very best. I am truly a third-generation American.
So to make myself clear, I do not speak Chinese.
Well, I speak broken conversational Mandarin and, to a lesser extent, Cantonese, but the fact of the matter is that my household was English-only and I learned my first Mandarin word around the age of 4 and never realized that other languages don’t necessarily follow English grammar until I was probably around 10. Still I can barely read and less can I hold a mildly sophisticated conversation. My second and third languages are Spanish and French, which I speak with relative fluency. This fact, while astonishing to some, should constantly be considered in my posts here on out. I will need time to adjust to Chinese customs and more time to gain moderate fluency in Cantonese and or Mandarin. Because of this disconnect, I comfortably refer to myself as first and foremost American.
I chose the University of Hong Kong (HKU) because it has a rich history and prestigious rankings. It is above the University of California schools worldwide and is known as being one of the top five universities in Greater Asia. Founded by the British in 1911, it has a traditional coat of arms, and like most universities in Hong Kong, teaches nearly all its classes in English (I'm assuming for now the British Received Pronunciation standard). In this sense, I do not need to worry too much about language barriers, at least within the university. The two other universities that UC sends students to are the Chinese University of Hong Kong and the Hong Kong University of Science and Technology (of which my uncle was founding president and at which my cousin currently teaches and researches). HKU is the hardest to get into of the three, both in general and on exchange, with just eight spots for the twenty-five-plus UCSD that applied for this coming fall. I am fortunate to be going there.
In the coming weeks before my departure, I plan to write more about my application process and the current thoughts going around my head because I have a lot to say. If you've read this far into my initial post, I congratulate you and thank you, and hope that you’ll keep reading. In attempting to find an appropriate end to this initial post, what comes to mind now is a phrase used for the 2008 Summer Olympics in Beijing:
北京欢迎您。(Beijing welcomes you.)
Or in my case,
香港欢迎我，(Hong Kong welcomes me,)
hopefully.
*
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