I stepped out onto the outdoor patio of the Suzhou cafe to find a group of five young girls uncomfortably squeezed onto two wooden benches, the table between them crowded with Chinese workbooks, cups of coffee and glasses of tea. They chirped and chittered at each other, disgorging passages of memorized text and frantically flipping through worn pages of exercises.
I asked them if they were studying for their college entrance examinations. They all called out, “Yes!” in unison, and tittered at the odd Westerner who took an interest in what they were doing. “When is the exam?” I asked.
“This afternoon!” they responded in perfect cadence. The question seemed to remind them they had better get back to work. They buried their heads back in the workbooks and mumbled Chinese mnemonics to themselves, now self-conscious.
Last week’s New York Times said of the examination system, called gaokao: