Tuesday, December 7, 2010

I miss reading days

If I somehow managed to prolong my undergrad career even longer (I studied abroad twice, two majors, a minor, three classes away from minoring in three different subjects but I thought too many minors looked bad), I would be "studying" right now.

Miami generously grants the Monday and Tuesday before exams as class-free and test-free study days.

I usually (always) spend the first one hungover because its right after (semi)formal weekend.  In the evenings, I shop at Macys.  My boss always shared her friends and family pass with me and this is fantastic christmas shopping for moi (studying is stressful). The friends and family sale conveniently falls during both fall and spring semester reading days.

I also studied.  Campus used to, and hopefully still does, set up tents on the green for studying. The library gets packed and I think the tents are quieter. Miami has this slogan "studying can be in-tents" get it intense, in-tents?

Reading days also remind me of Whole Foods because it seemed like food that was good for my mind and I NEEDED to get off campus and treat myself.

Online classes don't give reading days.  1) there are no classes 2) there are no exams....  also, there's no teaching, or as our teacher who teachers us how to teach call it, there are no "guided learning activities".  We're just little fish all by ourselves in a big Chinese sea.

Well enough ranting about how I should be studying.  Time to write a thesis proposal, or do the infinite amount of homework my Chinese tutor gave me, or plan lessons for open house tomorrow... or just go to sleep.

FOLLOW ME

WOW my official followers just went through the roof!  In 11th grade math, we would call this an exponential increase!  Readers out there, please follow me... or else its just stalking and that gets weird.

Who wants to write my thesis? ;)

I'm thinking about outsourcing offshoring? outsourcing.

Despite its low profile name, Concordia’s MAIS degree program has its merits:
1)      Get a Masters degree in one year
2)      Live in China while you are doing it
3)      Have some of the least rigorous thesis requirements ever.
My thesis only has to be 25-40 pages but I still don’t know what to write about! My thesis proposal is due Saturday and I need to start contacting an advisor soooooooooo if you have any ideas… I WILL USE IT.
As it stands, I will propbably be writing about corporate philanthropy, or the general lack of philanthropy in China. Wahhhh.
Hmmmm if only my students spoke English I would assign this to them.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

I am a weapon of massive consumption

For the third day in a row I have been dreadfully sick and living off of gatorade and crackers.  I did however sumon the strength to go shopping.  It was a beautiful 68 degree December day and I couldnt spend it cramped up in the apartment... so I spent it cramped up in Cloud 9 shopping mall with a million Chinese folks.

This weekend is semiformal weekend at Miami and out of nostalgia... I needed a dress.  I tried on a bunch and wanted them all but settled on just one :(

Then I went to meet Jenny, Ellyse and Josh at Keqiguan AKA Science and Technology Center.  This is knockoff/stolen goods/hiden gem heaven.  Jenny and Ellyse are hilarious. They go there daily and have all of these shop owner "friends".

I liked their scarf friend so I bought a red one and I even bought a hat... and I hate hats!  This one is cute... I think.

Oh and 10 kuai ($1.50) pearl (?) earings that seemed to pass every test for pearl (I put them in my mouth, why not I'm already sick, and we scraped them hard with pliers).

Hmmm and I also bought Rosetta Stone Italiano for $10... a savings of $590!  This will be left in plastic until I master Chinese.... waaaaaahahaha never.

Sometimes you win some (today) and sometimes you lose some (I'm just going to walk away when I hear the word "leather").

Did shopping make me feel better? mmmm no.  Was it fun? Absurdly. I might stay home from work but the thought of getting oxycodone from the school nurse is very tempting.


PS extra bags on delta are $150 EACH... if anyone in my family finds a cheap RT flight it might be more cost efficient.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Pay per hour... for me!

Yesterday I got paid for my services!  200RMB an hour.

I got paid to tutor this girl, Carolina in English.  If her name does not sound Chinese to you, you are correct.  She's Chilean!  I studied in Chile for 6 weeks so I was excited to meet up with a Chilean.  This was a win-win-win situation because

1. I got paid!  I pay my tutor 100 an hour so I can now afford that wooo.
2. I got to speak Spanish! Carolina speaks NO english.  It must be so difficult living here speaking no Chinese or English.
3.  Her brother is cuteeeeeeee. Kat (my roomate in Chile) and I used to joke there was only one cute Chilean (she was dating him) but I guess there are a few more. He was the one who contacted me about looking for a tutor. Oh and he works in the wine busineness so we have similar interests.

But just my luck, the day was not all well.  I was woken up at 4am by my obnoxious drunk roommates and I couldn't go back to sleep. I say I NEED 7 hours of sleep a night and I am not joking.  It used to be 8 but a semester of working on a campaign, classes, and waitressing reduced that to 7.  Some people think its ok to stay up late if we are having fun but I still NEED 7 hours.  Stupid boys caused me to get 3.5.  Clearly we can't be friends anymore.

Also, I was waiting for Deigo and Carolina at Starbucks and started feeling very sleepy and sick.  I ran to the bathroom and projectile vomited all over it.  I took the subway home and it happened again, just off the subway.  Blair (Miami sisterfriend) puked outside the metro in Chicago after work and said it was her most embarassing story.  I tried to comfort her by telling her all the many embarassing places I got sick (Dolphin/Landshark/Sunlife Stadium, a bus to the Orange Bowl, a bus to formal (can't do buses), pulled over on the side of the road (can't do cars), Newport beach....) but now I know she is right.  There's nothing more humilating than a crowded train station of watching you spill your lunch into the trash.  So I slept for twelve hours and I am still in bed.  Annie and I are suppose to go to Nanjing today (3 hour train ride away) and I am hoping she forgets because the thought of getting out of bed is dreadful.