My First Parent-Teacher Conference in Taiwan

It’s a hot September day, especially compared to the Pacific Northwest. I need an iced drink in the humid and hot weather (32°C/90°F) during the parent-teacher conference intermission.

Typically, we don’t attend PTA meetings. However, since this is our children’s first year in Taiwan, we want to ensure their comfort and hear directly from their teachers.

The encouraging news is that they are adjusting well. They are outgoing and eager to share. These attitudes are often encouraged in American schools, particularly in discussions and expressions. I am curious to see how this aligns with the educational culture in Taiwan, as my own experience in Hong Kong often discouraged such attributes.

I’m glad that the teachers generally have a positive impression of my kids. It’s clear that the American teachers, in particular, appreciate their proactive nature, and classmates see one of them as quite bright. Frankly, I’ve encouraged them to maintain a lower profile, as newcomers who shine too brightly can sometimes face pushback.

However, perhaps they are right to simply be themselves. This brings to mind my own ongoing dilemma when asked about my origin. My Mandarin accent immediately identifies me as a Hong Konger, while my management and engineering styles are distinctly American, or perhaps Silicon Valley-esque. I sometimes hesitate when asked if I’m from Hong Kong, the U.S., or even Taiwan during a trip.

Navigating cultural differences is always interesting and, at times, perplexing. I was once critiqued for shaking hands with colleagues, as it was considered disrespectful to seniority. I have experience leading teams and collaborating with individuals who have religious objections to shaking hands, and I respect their convictions. Nevertheless, handshakes are a widely recognized gesture globally. I am comfortable with my identity as both Hong Kong-born and American. I should embrace my unique background and encourage my children to do the same. These nuances are certainly a fascinating aspect of life, and I consider that as my fortune to live in different places.

Now, it’s time to return after the intermission.

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