The following are excerpts that were taken from my handwritten journals from 2003.
UPDATED MARCH 2018 FOR NEW ESL TEACHING REQUIREMENTS
First off, if you’re here looking for information on teaching in China in 2018, the laws have changed for ESL teachers.
To qualify for a Z visa and a Foreign Expert Certificate in China really depends on where you are going. Each province has its own rules and regulations for ESL teachers, but there are a few things that are consistent across the country.
To teach legally in China, you must have a full university degree and a TEFL, preferably a 120-hour TEFL. Additionally, you must also have two years of post graduate work experience to teach in third tier cities like Changchun, where I started teaching in 2003.
First tier cities like Beijing, Guangzhou, and Shanghai can have stricter requirements, such as two years of formal teaching experience. It really depends on the school and the local government that is sponsoring your letter of invite for a Z visa.
Teaching on anything other than a Z visa is illegal. While many teachers go to China to teach on other visas, like Student and Business visas, there are risks to teaching on these visas. For one, you can be deported if you are caught, and the second problem is the issue of having to do visa runs. I would recommend that any teacher interested in going to China take the time to apply properly and go to China with the correct paperwork.
Wherever you end of teaching will likely require you to have a national Criminal Background Check completed in your home country, and some provinces require teachers to do a health check in their home country AND in China.
It’s a really scary thing to pick up and move your life to the other side of the world. I got my first taste of that when I was 27 and on my way to Changchun City in Northeast China on the March 23rd 2003.
I was going to spend a year abroad teaching English in China. This was the start of an incredible journey spanning ten years and counting.
People ask me all the time why I moved to Asia. Back then it was simply because of a desire to see the world. I was single, I didn’t have anything to tie me down, and I was working at a job that wasn’t going to take me anywhere special in life.
I had everything to gain and nothing to lose, so why not?
Finding teaching positions in 2003 turned out to be pretty easy. Although I didn’t need one at the time, I took a 120-hour classroom-based TESOL course to add to my resume. I also added some volunteer teaching experience to my resume by teaching at a couple of local public schools.
I did my research on the countries I was interested in teaching in, and I interviewed schools as much as they interviewed me. I finally settled on Bai Da Wei English school in Northeast China; I decided on that location because I figured if I was moving abroad, there was no point in going to a large city like Beijing or Shanghai where I could get involved with the expat scene and have all the same creature comforts of home.
I wanted my year abroad to be a challenge. I wanted to learn the language. I wanted to immerse myself in Chinese culture.
And that is exactly what I did.
I was on my way to China within two weeks of finding my job online. In retrospect, I wouldn’t suggest leaving yourself two weeks to pack up your life and leave home. It really depends on the time it takes to get your visa, but most teachers ask for at least a month. I was busy right up until the day I left, but that turned out to be a good thing. It kept me busy and it took my mind off of actually leaving.
I’d been on plenty of long flights before, but this one was special because I wasn’t coming home for a year. I remember feeling really scared and nervous after leaving my parents at the airport. I can still remember the look on my Mom’s face.
I’m pretty sure she was alternating between wanting to grab me and give me another hug and hauling me out of line to take me back home. She was probably thinking I was an awful child for leaving her to worry for a year. But that’s what moms do, so don’t let that deter you if you’re thinking you’d like to teach abroad.
Once boarding, I cried for a few minutes. I admit it. I’m a tear-monster. I’ve always been a sucker with good-byes. I cry every single time.
I’m also a task-monster, so I dried my eyes pretty fast and got down to business: writing in my journal and reading my beloved copy of My Several Worlds by Pearl S. Buck.
A few hours into my flight, I moved to the back of the plane to stretch my legs and a kind middle-aged woman came over to ask where I was headed. When I told her I was going to teach English in China, she was sincerely shocked that I was heading so far away on my own.
“Why would you want to do that, dear?” she asked, “Does your mother know where you are?”
I had to laugh at that one. We chatted for a few minutes and just I was ready to go back to my seat, she stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.
Then she gave me a hug and told me that it was from my mother, who would always be thinking of me.
I wasn’t sure what to think. Was I making a mistake? Was the leap that I was taking too big for me to handle on my own? Would people like me? Would I be able to teach? Would I be able to go for a whole year by myself without family or friends?
I wrote in my journal non-stop, jagged entry after jagged entry. I barely slept because I didn’t want to miss a thing. On each connecting flight, I met people who asked where I was heading.
They were flabbergasted that I was moving so far away for so long. Many of them told me I was much too young to be doing something like moving to China. “Wasn’t I scared?”
I was terrified.
I had to keep pinching myself to keep it real.
And I kept repeating my story to everyone who asked to bolster myself for the coming year.
My final flight to Beijing was just wild. People were still smoking on Asian flights in 2003. Isn’t that crazy?
I thought that stopped in the 80s! I was the only Caucasian aboard, and I left that plane stinking of cigarette smoke and badly in need of a shower.
At Beijing Airport I wandered around a bit before Frank and Yun Ming found me. I thought my American school director would be at the airport to meet me, but they sent Frank and Yun Ming instead. They barely spoke any English, but they were sweet and kind.
They wouldn’t let me carry any of my luggage and before I knew it I was on a bus and headed to the youth hostel. We stopped for a bite to eat at a local restaurant before heading to our rooms. I don’t even remember the meal.
The only thing we talked about that night was Yao Ming (the basketball player). That was the only thing I understood, to be honest. I have vague recollections of agreeing to a basketball game with them later in the week.
Once our meal was finished, the guys dragging my luggage up to my hostel room. Then they stood there looking at me and smiling.
Was I supposed to tip them? Oh my god! Were they going to sleep in here with me? What have I gotten myself into!
I spent the entire night huddled under the sheets. I barely got any sleep. All I could think about was the 15-hour train ride that I had to make from Beijing to Changchun the very next day.
The next morning we made our way to the Beijing Train Station. It was a riot of sights and sounds. People were bundled up against the cold pushing carts of newspapers back and forth.
Toothless old ladies were selling packs of gum and warm baozi. It was completely overwhelming to me. I was very thankful to have Yun Ming and Frank with me. Despite our language barrier, they turned out to be the nicest guys in the world.
We boarded our overnight train at 10am and I followed Frank to our bunks. He gestured to the top bunk, but I chose the bottom one because I wanted to see the scenery. That was my first mistake in China.
Top bunks are for folks who want to sleep, while the bottom bunks are generally used for people that want to play cards and chat. As soon as the train started moving, people started stripping down to the long underwear.
Bottles of beer, bags of sunflower seeds, and sets of playing cards quickly emerged as people settled in for the long journey.
I lasted an hour before sleep overtook me, but just before I dozed off I remember thinking that I was completely at the mercy of these two men. I was on a train heading into the Chinese countryside. I had no idea what was waiting for me at the other end, and I had no choice but to trust them. I’d passed the point of no return.
I slept like the dead for the entire trip and barely saw anything worth noting. So much for my plan on seeing the countryside. That was the only reason I’d decided to take the train rather than fly into Changchun’s tiny airport!
Some cheeky bugger had snatched my favorite pair of sunglasses right off my head! It was a memorable way to end the journey.
Stepping out into the cold night air, I was greeted by our school supervisor Nell.
The only thing I really remember that night was that I had never met anyone from Tasmania before and that she was wearing a thick padded blue ski jacket and purple ski hat slung low over her beautiful blue eyes.
How long does winter last in Changchun? Had I packed enough warm clothes? It turns out I hadn’t, but that’s another story.