Mongolians know how to party

Last night I had 13 of my students waiting for me at the North gate

ready to whisk me off.

We took taxis to KTV, (a place where you sing karaoke and dance) and met the rest of Mongolian Class 3 there.

Everyone was wearing their trendiest jeans and t-shirts, and we all sat on the circular sofa that wrapped around the private room.

We took turns gulping beer out of 5 ounce glasses, but everyone only had one or two small glasses. We passed around grapes, sunflower and watermelon seeds and these gelatinous fruit candies.

Everyone took turns singing karaoke to the big bright TV screen flashing a Chinese pop star, or Mongolians roaming the grassland. I sang two Backstreet Boys songs. This group was popular when I was in 7th grade, about ten years ago. I remember oogling over Howie and Nick, and listening the CD over and over again. Now, the Backstreet Boys are popular in China and everyone is familiar with their songs. It was hilarious to jam out to a boy band with Mongolians to songs that were popular ten years ago in America.

We also danced together in the middle of the floor. My students love group dances, and we made a train, and did the dance that goes, "left, left, right, right, front, back, hop hop hop!"
They wanted me to teach them the macarena like I taught to my other class, so we paused the music and I showed them the arm movements. They were excited and interested, and by the time we got the music pumping, half a dozen of them were doing the dance really well.

We had some couple's dances as well, and my students were so silly. They acted like middle schoolers in the way that the girls were giggling to dance with the boys, and the boys were refusing to dance. What happened was that most girls were dancing with girls and acting silly and bumping into one another. I got 'Kane' to dance with me, the tallest and most manly man out of all of them, and everyone was giggling and pointing and he was red with embarrassment.

Every time I witness my students acting so awkward over dating and relationships, I think about how much more innocent and inexperienced they are then over-sexed American college students. ekk!

It was almost 10 pm, on a Tuesday night when two of my male students escorted me home by taxi, and walked me to my townhouse door. When I came home to brush my teeth and join Ned in bed, my students were still singing and dancing.