Today Sun Qiang, Sam (the other guy who works on the curriculum development with Sun Qiang and I), and myself had a long overdo meeting. I have been working some long weeks and now that things are settled down a little more (we just hired 3 additional coaches) I have different responsibilities.
It took a month or two of scrambling but we finally have all of our ducks in a row. I have gotten the hang of coaching and understand how the company and the Chinese parents want me to coach. I am now in charge of training the new coaches that we hire. Basically, I will be going to their camps when they begin and coach for the majority of each camp and give them only a little bit of time to run the show. As they get better they'll do more coaching and once they seem to get the hang of it, I can stop going altogether. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement.
This means I am now only in charge of coaching teams 3 times a week (minus helping new coaches). 1 time for the HS Girls team, and 2 times for my HS Boys team. It's the best situation because I get to keep coaching, but I don't have to coach exhausting little kids. I will also be running the demo classes we put on around the city for new prospective camps. Once some other coaches get the hang of how to coach, they'll be sharing the demo camp load with me. So that's it for coaching.
As for the office, I only need to come in 2 times a week. And each day I only need to be in the office for 3 or 4 hours. This means a TON more free time, more time to dedicate to Chinese. Or maybe I could get a second job working as a street sweeper during the night, and I could work with all of the elderly Chinese ladies. We could battle with our bamboo brooms under the moonlight, obscured by all of the smog. When we finish in the wee hours of the morning, they could take me to their dancing or tai-chi classes with all of their elderly friends and after we slowly pace around the block with our hands behind our backs and sell nick-knacks on the side of the road. I could lead a double life. I would be like Tyler Durden except not psychotic... I would start a street-cleaning club and call it the street-cleaning club. And you would not be allowed to talk about it. We would play majiang and drink tea and lure all of the passersby to stop and stare at our games. We will form a hoard, the elderly ladies and myself, masked in the night by the silence of our slipper-worn steps and the haze of that grayish brown omniscient Beijing smog. We will slip into government buildings and begin epic games of majiang in the lobbies, stopping government employees from entering the offices and completing work. We will bring China's bureaucracy to a grinding halt. We are the elderly women. We are the
It took a month or two of scrambling but we finally have all of our ducks in a row. I have gotten the hang of coaching and understand how the company and the Chinese parents want me to coach. I am now in charge of training the new coaches that we hire. Basically, I will be going to their camps when they begin and coach for the majority of each camp and give them only a little bit of time to run the show. As they get better they'll do more coaching and once they seem to get the hang of it, I can stop going altogether. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement.
This means I am now only in charge of coaching teams 3 times a week (minus helping new coaches). 1 time for the HS Girls team, and 2 times for my HS Boys team. It's the best situation because I get to keep coaching, but I don't have to coach exhausting little kids. I will also be running the demo classes we put on around the city for new prospective camps. Once some other coaches get the hang of how to coach, they'll be sharing the demo camp load with me. So that's it for coaching.
As for the office, I only need to come in 2 times a week. And each day I only need to be in the office for 3 or 4 hours. This means a TON more free time, more time to dedicate to Chinese. Or maybe I could get a second job working as a street sweeper during the night, and I could work with all of the elderly Chinese ladies. We could battle with our bamboo brooms under the moonlight, obscured by all of the smog. When we finish in the wee hours of the morning, they could take me to their dancing or tai-chi classes with all of their elderly friends and after we slowly pace around the block with our hands behind our backs and sell nick-knacks on the side of the road. I could lead a double life. I would be like Tyler Durden except not psychotic... I would start a street-cleaning club and call it the street-cleaning club. And you would not be allowed to talk about it. We would play majiang and drink tea and lure all of the passersby to stop and stare at our games. We will form a hoard, the elderly ladies and myself, masked in the night by the silence of our slipper-worn steps and the haze of that grayish brown omniscient Beijing smog. We will slip into government buildings and begin epic games of majiang in the lobbies, stopping government employees from entering the offices and completing work. We will bring China's bureaucracy to a grinding halt. We are the elderly women. We are the
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