I got to sing to Catherine (my Chinese tutor) tonight. In Chinese!
Every week at fellowship, the choir sings this beautiful song about listening quietly to the voice of our Shepherd. I asked one of my students what the words were in English, and rather than just telling me, he made me a wonderful song map with the words in Chinese, pinyin (Roman alphabet phonetic spelling of Chinese), and English. His handwriting is incredible.
One day when he was little, he came home from school and told his parents, “I want to study handwriting.” So they found him a master and he learned. He told me that story at lunch today. He had told me before that he studied handwriting, but I had never heard how it began.
After our first class, he came to my apartment with a picture for me that said “t-france” in lovely Gothic script. (It was the strangest, most thoughtful and interesting housewarming gift I have ever received.) The next day, he showed up to my apartment with two scrolls. He had noticed that I like to decorate with words, so he went home and found some of his old work. “I did this one when I was 8. This one when I was 10.” They’re awesome… so awesome that I was really uncomfortable accepting the gift.
But that’s just who Sherlock is. He loves giving people gifts to make them happy. He gives me and the other teachers candy… pretty much every time we see him. Sometimes he disappears and reappaears with ice cream. Sometimes he spontaneously offers other things, like after our second day of class when he gave me both seasons of Sherlock (if you have never watched that particular BBC show, do it. Seriously. It’s good.) He cooked for us one weekend – delicious lamb and onions and some really boss corn. One day he bought teas for everyone on our team. (Lemon red tea? YES PLEASE, and thank you.) He also gives us the gift of his words.
Words are my favorite.
He sends us incredible text messages, such as this Women’s Day message: The world because of had the woman, appears particularly beautiful! The regards are only the short several lines, is actually thick true meaning! Wishes the March Eighth to be joyful, is forever young attractively!
Another text message: Today is World Smile Day. More smile, less trouble. Y:)Y (Allow me to decode that smiley for you: the Y’s are arms and hands, making the excellent happy peace signs Chinese students love to flash in pictures.)
I also have a piece of paper on my desk which – in flawless script – reads: The Titanic was sank, and a lot of people died. But to the lobster in kitchen, it created a miracle of lives. :) Sherlock)
He tells us jokes all the time. He’s very clever and enjoys a good pun now and then. Our favorite… Well, I can’t do justice to our favorite, but it involves Titanic, Michael’s favorite Chinese dish, and Jack waking up fatter and older on a beach in Inception. Intrigued?
Our most recent favorite goes something like this:
You know… If I come to America, I will have something that you can never have.
…
…
Okay, really, we have no idea. What?
Exoticism.
:)
You know it’s going to be a good moment when Sherlock announces: “Joke?” Yes, please. Please tell us your joke. If we laugh really hard, he exclaims, “I win!!” When Sherlock wins, really we all win.
In addition to being artistic, generous, and hilarious, Sherlock is also the champion of chivalry. He never walks through a door before a girl. He never lets me carry anything. He calls the women in his life “queens.” He doesn’t just say it to teachers in English, I hear him call female classmates queen in Chinese, wirth a wonderrrrrful Dongbei accernt.
He’s really genuine and trustworthy; he’s really loved; he’s a really good friend to everyone he knows. And he’s modest.
It is my honor to teach him in the classroom and on the weekends. It is my joy to watch him beginning to teach the things he’s learning to his good friends. And it is my privilege and pleasure to be his teacher, friend, and sister.
I will miss Sherlock.