Last night I slow-chased a garbage truck in the rain, catching up to it right as it was squishing down everyone else’s garbage, popping the bags they insist we sort our garbage into. Result? A spray of garbage juice all over my arms—and not even juice from my garbage. That was an issue too though, as I didn’t quite have the coordination to dump out our food waste without getting it all over my hand.
That could have happened anywhere.
What could not have happened anywhere was getting a 92 percent on my Pinyin sounds test on Thursday. Colin went ahead and got 100 percent, but I’m not jealous of his baozi (steamed buns with filling) eraser or anything.
Chinese class is hard. The first hour is normally spent working with what we’d learned the day before, and I usually do OK during that part. Hours two and three are often new material, and I swear it’s like the teacher’s speaking another language.
This makes all of the classes I’ve taken K-16 (1, 2, 3, 4 years of college) a cakewalk. Wu laoshi says the first month we have to study three hours a day, which hopefully means that after the first month it gets a bit more manageable.
Three hours of class, (at least) three hours of studying, two hours to get there and back—who has time for a job?
We made time last night for not one, but two, movies, so I guess I have no grounds for making that last statement. We also finished a bottle of sake and half a bag of these “Fabulous” (that’s the brand name?) crackers. “BEST TASTY: Excellent dose of delicious food adds onions. Crispy crispy good flavour.” I’m sold!
It’s Friday night, at least, and our only homework for the weekend is to write about 30 characters 10 times each and to study the chart with every sound in the Chinese language—eight pages of small-font chart. No sweat.
In other news, Bucky and Satchel are not quite sure what to think of me as an orchid owner, and between the basil, rosemary, mint, and strawberries we planted, only the basil formerly known as rosemary (we were confused about who planted what where) seems to have taken, and it’s thriving.
Zhon mo kuái le. (Have a good weekend.)