The Gaokao Highway to Hell

Posted: February 3, 2013 in Education
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China’s Gaokao college entrance exam, which heavily tests rote memorization and decides the fate of China’s youth, is objectively awful. Students know this, teachers know this, the government knows this, my aunt Agatha knows this. Recently though I’ve gained a new appreciation for just how horrific it is.

For the past week I’ve been in my girlfriend’s Shandong hometown staying with her aunt, uncle and 17-year-old cousin Emily.

Emily is a puny 90 pounds with the horrible eyesight common among Chinese youth.  If given the chance, she’ll talk to you for hours about soap operas and schoolyard gossip.

Two-and-a-half years ago she and her family came to visit us in Nanjing. It was a kind of celebration for passing the end of middle school test and getting into the town’s best high school. Since that trip, Emily’s life has been hell.

This summer she’ll take the Gaokao. So each day she goes to school from 7:30 AM to 10:00 PM with a two hour lunch. She gets Saturday afternoons and Sunday mornings off…usually.

Every night at 10:15, her mom waits anxiously at the front door. When Emily arrives on her electric bike, she leans on the horn in annoyance. Her mom bolts out the door to open the courtyard gate. No matter how fast she makes it out, Emily is irritated. She’s running on fumes already and vents at the routine setback of having to wait ten seconds to get in the house.

When she gets in the front door, her mom hustles her over to a warm footbath she’s prepared. Any precious second that’s wasted is a second Emily will lose from study or sleep. But once she sits down to her footbath, she has a few minutes to unwind. It’s the one window where I can talk to her. The topic, of course, is how miserable her day was.

After we chat for about five minutes, her mom hands her a textbook and I take my cue to head off to bed. This is just the beginning of Emily’s night.

The time that she goes to bed varies. On a rare good night, it’ll be a little after midnight. I once woke up to use the bathroom at 2:30 and found her passed out on a book. “I’m just taking a little rest,” she looked up and uttered pathetically, as if she needed to justify the catnap to me.

If she managed to get all her homework done, her mom will rouse her at 6:30 AM – at which point they’ll bargain over whether Emily can have a few more minutes of sleep. Emily never wins this negotiation. Once she’s up, she’ll do a little morning studying, make quick work of her breakfast and be out the door (This is what I’m told anyways. I’ve never actually been awake to see it myself).

Normally, the entire family treats me like a prince. They’ll bend over backwards to make sure I don’t lift a finger while I’m there. Meals are placed before me and trips are made across town to get any little thing they think I might want, no matter how strongly I object (I like to think this is just because I’m a guest, but realistically, I know my foreignness plays a role). All this princely treatment ends abruptly though when it conflicts with the schedule of the Queen.

After subtracting the commute, Emily has an hour-and-a-half at home for lunch. I’ve been told ever so politely (but in no uncertain terms) that I’m to be out of the house during this period. Emily doesn’t have time to be distracted by me. She’ll scarf down lunch in a matter of minutes and then go straight to bed for some precious afternoon Zs…unless of course she still has unfinished homework.

After several more hours of drilling and practice tests, she’ll come home and repeat. As I head to bed I tell her, “Don’t work too hard.” I’m the only one doling out such advice.

My girlfriend has persuaded Emily’s parents that the brain needs time to relax, and now they’re relatively easy on her. During her free Saturday afternoon, she’s allowed to watch soap operas and talk with me for a little while before being directed back to her study desk. Many of her classmates though have their faces stuffed in their books at every waking moment or have an outside tutor arranged during this time.

Teachers and parents are perfectly aware of how much stress this puts on the kids. They try to occasionally organize activities to relieve the pressure and allow some semblance of socializing. But these occasions are too little and too contrived. Recently they had a class dinner to celebrate the New Year, but it was more like being let out of the dungeon to have a nice dinner with the other captives. Yes, the students were happy to have it, but there wasn’t exactly a festive atmosphere. Everyone spent the evening complaining to one another.

Two years ago during the Spring Festival, after Emily’s first semester of high school, she was already feeling the heat. One night while everyone else was visiting a neighbor, she broke down and started sobbing on my shoulder. “There’s so much pressure,” she said. “Everyone wants so much from me. I don’t know if I can pass. If I don’t they’ll be so disappointed in me.”

Considering how high the suicide rate is for Emily’s demographic, I was glad to be the foreigner disconnected from her world that allowed her to uncork what she’d been bottling up.

When I think back to my high school life – the parties, proms, sports, pointless time-killing shenanigans – it kills me that Emily won’t have any of it. She’ll just have memories of soul-crushing routine.

But the lost memories, the stress, the bodily harm – it might be worth it if there were something worthwhile at the end of the tunnel; something truly enriching that sprouted from all that time and sacrifice.

Yesterday, while studying, Emily asked me when you should say “It’s my pleasure” and when you should simply say “My pleasure” in English conversation. It seemed like a pretty pointless question. There may be a very subtle situational difference, depending on who you ask, but in what scenario could that very narrow distinction possibly matter? Sure enough though, there was a “correct” answer to the multiple choice question.

I flipped through the textbook and found pages full of similar hair-splitting drivel that would in no way actually improve someone’s ability to communicate in English. I asked Emily what exactly they teach her in school all day. “We write many passages,” she said. “And then they tell us how we should write it better [for the essay portion of the Gaokao].”

“You know, it’s not like Mo Yan,” she continued. “He tells very interesting stories, but we can’t write anything like that. If I write what I want, I’ll fail.”

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Comments
  1. YO says:

    Saw this question on Quara:
    What is the difference between these two Mandarin Chinese words, which are both translated as “but”: 可是 (ke3 shi) and 但是(dan4 shi)?

    Reminded me of the Chinese girl who asked the author about the difference between “My pleasure” and “It’s my pleasure”.

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  3. Yvan says:

    Why hasn’t there been any private gaokao-optional, Chinese university yet? One such university would likely attract more creative students who either failed their way out of the gaokao or didn’t take it at all.

    Or do such universities already exist?

  4. King Baeksu says:

    The Gaokao System, however cruel and inhumane, is efficiently performing its overriding task: Those who are able to submit themselves unconditionally to an oppressive, higher power without cracking or breaking have proven that they recognize the primacy of that authority, and thus are not a threat to it. Indeed, they may even be of some use to it.

    “Critical thinking”? “Creativity”? “Individual expression”? That’s certainly not part of the program. The very opposite, in fact.

  5. Alliana says:

    this was enlightening. i’ve heard of something like this happening but never really paid attention to it. the one who said it told that piece of news in a way to make us grateful we’re not living there and we’re blessed to have such a good educational system so perhaps you can understand why i didn’t believe him/her (i can remember how he/she said it, but i can’t remember who to the point i don’t even remember the gender… my brain works in mysterious ways…). besides, people like that tend to exaggerate to get their point across.

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  9. Tony says:

    Hey! You know what?! I cant really relate to this article man.
    So, I was born in Shan Dong province! My hometown is Qingdao. My parents brought me to Singapore to study at a very young age. And now we are pretty much settled in SG. Last year I just did my GCE O levels and went back to my hometown for a month to visit relatives and had my break. I had a sibling in 高二 last year, so I was staying in his bungalow house during my staying in Qingdao. Having witness his daily schedule I often remind myself, how fortunate I am for not stayed in China and join their endless rat race.
    Basically I had a same experience as you. I was also treated like a prince by my aunt and her husband. They would often cook decent meat almost on a daily basis in the noon hours and waiting anxiously for my brother’s return from school(electric bicycle also.. lol).
    While usually he reaches home at 10 plus and my aunt will prepare some brain food for him such as walnut, banana and warm milk etc. Afterwards he will study til midnight and then call it off.
    Morning waking up at 5plus and probably reaching school at 6.30 to do morning revision(while I would often sleep until he came back school for afternoon break).
    I understand how my aunt feel as he is her only son therefore the pressure on him is really immense. I can feel it. Everyone is paper chasing. All those rote memorisation and stuff is the key for her son to get into the field of public servant. I kept emphasised to my aunt that in this globalised world, the old belief that the only way out is to excel academically no longer applicable. But I guess in China, the majority of the parents still firmly believe the philosophy that to get better job/remuneration one has to keep on studying. In fact the truth is not. Chinese graduates face unemployment issue is universal because majority do not think out of the box. Furthermore the social and communication skill often is what the employers looking for. This rigid education is literally dragging the students to hell.

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  13. Eric says:

    In Chinese, the examination is dominating the education system.

  14. Dean Barrett says:

    Thanks, an informative article. It does remind me of so many Muslims memorizing the Koran. Often they haven’t a clue to what they are memorizing.

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