In the two weeks studying and living in the US, I’ve seen many elderlies. Their lives are as colorful as young people and even much better because they don’t have to worry about their jobs because they don’t have any. All their time is up to themselves which awesome. Although American culture worships youth as far as I know, grannies and grandpas enjoy life in their own slow pace.
I sat in the library café this morning trying to finish reading the Chapter 1 of my interpersonal communication course. The servers in the coffee house just gave me perfect ideas of how I should interpret impersonal-interpersonal spectrum. Thanks to them, I may get an A out of it.
The window-shades in my bedroom is broken from the first day I live in. It’s ok, really. I just have to worry about whether I’m being watched from the outside. Apart from that, there is small gaps in between which can’t block sunlight when you try to take a nap in the afternoon. And I’ve reported it since, but the public safety told me that it is not their working priority, so I’ll have to wait until they get all the important and life-mattering things done. It’s also ok, really.
Yesterday was the first day of this semester. It was tiring but exciting. Continue reading
My roommates and I went for Tei Too yesterday. We were exciting because it was our first try. BUT… Continue reading