Monday, May 7, 2012

Guest Author

For the first time on this site, I am turning over the duties to another writer.

A bit of background: Last week in one of my Oral English courses with my freshmen students we were discussing summer memories. Most were pretty standard childhood fare: swimming, boredom, and general shenanigans.

Then, my student Laura began sharing her story. After she told her tale, I asked her to write it all down for me and whether or not she minded if I shared it with friends and family. She said she did not mind at all, so here is her story, unedited. Take into account, she is a freshman and her writing is not perfect, but I thought it lent extra personality and authenticity to share the story untouched.


In the last class,our topic is the favourite summer memory.During my childhood,there was really a memory but it's just unforgettable,not my favourite.It happened in the summer of 2003.At that year,I was just in grade 3 of primary school.Because of the terrible disease ---SARS,we students had 3months off the school.And my parents didn't have to work.
    At first,the atmosphere wasn't serious.My father felt a little boring so he went to Beijing for visiting his best friend in childhood.He decided to come back after staying there for 1 month.When he got out of the train,because of the quick spread of the disease,he was asked to be checked in the hospital with other people who came back from other provinces.And after that ,one person said although they were very healthy ,all of them must live in the specified  place  for at least one month to make sure that they didn't caught the disease and avoid infecting others.But my father said he felt very healthy and he didn't want to live there.So when they talked with the other people,my father escaped and went home.
   My family were very happy when we saw my father.And when my brother and I were busy looking the souvenir ,interesting toys and delicious snacks bought from Beijing,I saw some people walk into my home and they talked with my parents for a long time.And suddenly,when they decided to leave ,they put a big lock in our door.My brother and I felt scared because we didn't know what happened.Later ,my mother told me that they found our address from the hospital and they said there were only two choices for my father :one was my father lived in the specified place and my mother sent food every day,the other was they trapped our family for one month and they sent food if we need.Finally,because my father thought he was healthy and he didn't want to live there alone,my parents chosed the second one.At that time ,I realized that we had to live in such a small place for one month.I even couldn't believe it.But when they had locked the door and left,I knew our life began in a place like a "prison".
At the first day,we didn't feel too boring at all.We watched TV,chatted with my father about what he saw and did in Beijing and did some homework.But the next several days we all felt lonely because we couldn't get out to play with our friends.But we had no other choices.
Everyday,they provided foods and necessary things by the ladder with wearing mask.At that time,we really had a regular life schedule.In the morning,my father led us run in our small yard .In the afternoon,we played mahjong and cards together.In the evening ,we watched TV.
Day by day,we were locked in  our home for 20 days.My brother and I were bored with the life and we thought we even couldn't insist on staying home for one minute.So my parents called them and suggested them to let  the children go out .Finally they agreed.When they opened the door a small gap that just can past children,my brother and I ran out of home quickly.I remembered it was the noon of summer day.It's was very hot outside and there was no one in the street.But we were very excited and we just ran,ran,ran.....we all felt that the air outside was fresher than it in my home.And because they just gave us 20minutes ,so we ran to home quickly.But for us at that time ,we were so satisfied with going out.
At the 23th day,because we were healthy,so they opened the door.And my family went out by motorbike in the afternoon.That day we were feeling the wind ,the sunshine on the road.And that day we traveled the whole city because we didn't want to go home.
When I got back to school,one of my friends told me that "During the holiday ,I went to your home once ,but I saw a sign written"SARS probably infectors .Please keep away.""I thought it's a little funny.And for me ,maybe it's really a good time to get along with my family but I have to say ,it's really boring if you can't go out for a long time .....


One of the most surprising aspects of the story to me was how mundane she thought the tale to be, and how little her classmates reacted. I am not sure how this story will be read by all of you at home, but from my perspective, it was one of the more extraordinary experiences I have been told during my time in China.

4 comments:

  1. You were right to post her story. What a fascinating tale by a talented writer. I was able to visualize the entire thing. It is reminiscent of a childhood story that I would have read growing up. Bravo to her, and please thank her for allowing you to share it with us!

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  2. I'll certainly let her know.

    I agree, she's a great story teller, and it's a hell of a story.

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  3. The banality of evil couldn't be better summed up.

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  4. Bingo. When I told her that people from home thought her story was excellent but so foreign, she reiterated that she did not understand why this story was special. She was flattered, but bemused.

    Can you imagine growing up in a place where you just viewed this as an inconvenience and not an absurd and arbitrary violation of your rights?

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