I had a completely boring day.
Class.
We were doing the activities in the book.
For some reason, the last activity was
basically explicating “Imagine” by John Lennon.
Chinese people LOVE The Beatles, so I figured they’d enjoy this
assignment.
But they didn’t really seem
to get it wholly.
Then, I waited around for hours for my couch surfer to come
home. He wanted to take me to dinner and
discuss Chinese communism with me. But
he didn’t call or show up until far after I’d gotten hungry. So I ate.
He eventually showed up all worried because he messed up his
visa and had to leave the country before his flight. This worry didn’t surprise me given the
current visa climate of China. I’m not really sure how his situation turned
out.
