HUMS (= ‘humanities) Module WTF 101’Sensitivity in Inter-cultural Communication’,
‘This morning, ladies and gentlemen, we shall consider from a
linguistic point of view the phenomenon of politeness, so shut the fuck up and
listen.’
I notice that only half the group is present. (Nine
people? This you call that an audience? Hardly worth getting into the drag and slap for.) One student informs me that
some project has to be completed for another module, hence the poor turn out. I
am miffed that it should be my session they consider dispensable. I’ve spent
three whole days researching and putting these two hours together, and now I have the grumpy,
grudging feeling of having over-catered. Never mind.
In preparing this module, I have made use of my many
experiences of inter-cultural fuck-ups, and as a result become more forgiving of
myself and others in situations where our cultural expectations (our ‘mental
software’, as Hofstede calls them) have caused us to misinterpret one another's intentions, often wildly. I based a whole two-hour session on the saga of my first
job in Greece, a monumental train wreck involving a marriage between a Greek school
and a British Educational Trust, a match made in hell if ever there was one, ending
in acrimonious divorce after only two years. This is a tale I might relate some
time if I can disguise it sufficiently to avoid getting sued. Meanwhile I’ve also
learned something useful about Chinese students and their ideas on politeness
as it relates to behaviour in class.
I have to admit my prejudice here re newly-arrived Chinese kids,
sitting there silent and motionless. Rote learners, I'd think. Parrots. No critical
thinking skills. Cowed by authoritarianism. Once they started to open up, the
thought would be there at the back of my mind that the thaw was due at least in
part to my own efforts. The definition of prejudice is maintaining a frozen, over-simplified
image of a person or race in spite of incoming evidence to challenge it, and I
have been guilty of this, I’m afraid. Once the students get used to a new way of interacting, it's obvious that they are not and have never been simply rote-learners and regurgitators.
Teachers in China are accorded a degree of deference that would embarrass their western counterparts, or me at least. I now know that students inChina are
expected to be silent in class, and more important, why. ‘I understand what you
want us to do, Sharon,’ one boy told a colleague in a tutorial in summer, ‘but
all my life my father and grandfather have told me it is respectful to keep silent in front of a teacher.’
So Chinese students are taught to respect their instructors, which is fair enough, but it's a
bit of a bugger for us language teachers that respect is shown by sitting schtum.
Teachers in China are accorded a degree of deference that would embarrass their western counterparts, or me at least. I now know that students in
Non-teachers will never know how unnerving it is to stand in front of a group of
students, eliciting like mad and getting nothing out of them. Staffroom conversations at lunchtime are of blood from a stone, pulling teeth and pissing into the wind. The silence makes me ratty,
I don’t always hide it well, and in this I’m not alone. Perceiving that the
teacher is getting rattled but probably having no idea why, the students feel
guilty for offending him and to atone, they lower their gaze even further and
dial down their facial expressions to Buddha-like impassivity. This is done to ensure
that they evince nothing that could be perceived as a challenge to teacherly
authority, but it bloody infuriates the western teachers because to them, it
looks like passive-aggressive resistance. I learned ages ago that it's best to get Chinese students
working in small groups as soon as possible if you want a buzz in class, because nobody will speak
out in plenary. I didn’t know why students were so reluctant to do this, and
the reason again is politeness. To offer the teacher and class your opinion
unbidden is seen as pushy, show-offy behaviour, vulgar and unbecoming. Discussing an issue in groups so as to arrive at an agreement strikes them as altogether more civilised.
So my module aims to get the participants to observe the behaviour of people from other cultures, and on the assumption that in classrooms and boardrooms all involved are most likely exhibiting behaviour intended to be polite and cooperative, make intelligent deductions as to why that behaviour matters within their culture.
So my module aims to get the participants to observe the behaviour of people from other cultures, and on the assumption that in classrooms and boardrooms all involved are most likely exhibiting behaviour intended to be polite and cooperative, make intelligent deductions as to why that behaviour matters within their culture.





4 comments:
Of all the things that piss me off about being a teacher, this takes top honours. I remember totally losing that smidgeon of professionlism I cart about with me and storming out of a class in high 'd' when faced with the implacable blank staring of a class of teenage girls. God I hated them.....
Not Chinese? They would have been showing how deeply they respected that smidgeon of professionalism.
Oh I do love being a spectator in your life, Steve.
PS It's spelt Ofsted, not Hofstede.
PPS I quite like picnics, lobster and champagne. Now can add something to my To Do list.
Glad you like kibbitzing! I'm sticking with Hofstede - I want no truck with Ofsted. They don't get their long, pointy noses into our department, thank God.
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