Sunday March 6th, 2011

I got out of bed after a restful 9 hours of sleep on my rock bed. Construction work outside the dorm began at 7:30 that morning, and the entire building shook as the industrial demolishing device pulverized the concrete foundation of the parking lot that once lay outside of the dorm. I wondered, internally, what could be so pressing that construction had to start that early in the morning – because soon after it appeared that all forward progress on the site ceased – and then realized what country I was in… Oh China. One has to smile to keep from going crazy in the face of the ridiculousness of this place sometimes.

I made an assessment of my homework situation, and decided that I had way too much homework to do before I left the room to do anything fun. The teachers were pouring the workload on thick, and I worked on homework until 2:00 in the afternoon.

I had had enough of homework at this point in time and went to Bally for a recovery run. Then, I came back to the dorm, and read some. I was brought for from my literary reverie by a knock on the door: Trevor, my neighbor, asked if I would like to play a little Majiang and assist him in procrastinating on his homework. I told him that I would like nothing better.

After said procrastination, I finished the last of my homework, and followed-up on an invitation to meet some fellow students while they studied at a neighborhood café. I am well acquainted with the ploy of college students – going somewhere and pretending to do homework, while in reality doing nothing of the kind – but given that I had already completed my homework, I was immune to their futile attempts to bring me down into their pit of unpreparedness. Instead, I read some Holmes.

Soon, it was time for supper, which I consumed with Shazeda, Lee, Wes, and Hannah. We ate sweet and sour pork, eggplant, dumplings, and an assortment of Chinese vegetables. It was a great meal, and met my criteria for being a non-sketchy restaurant. Then, I pedaled by bike back to the dorm, checked emails, and went to bed. Today was pretty much the ideal recovery day after my working out yesterday and destroying my feet.

Peaceful sleep (for real this time).

I’ll write soon!

Love,

Jamey