Tuesday, September 20, 2011
I decided to learn how to cook (or at least put food together) this week. Here is my first attempt at salsa (before and after I mixed the ingredients together and added some ketchup). Its turned out surprisingly well. Its fun too because I can buy the veggies right off the street for super cheap and pretty fresh.
Edit* I'm not sure what happened with the font but it doesn't want to change.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
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Sunday, September 4, 2011
As a small side note, I weighed about 210 lbs before I left the US. Now food here is plentiful, delicious, and fatty; however, it is not my mom’s cooking. I think it would be cool for all my readers to guess my weight upon my return to the States (the winner receiving something special). I will guess 198 lbs. Everyone leave a comment on this post with your guess in it. (Pictured below is my lunch from this afternoon to provide a point of reference)
I am now getting myself moved into my apartment. The apartment is spacious enough for me but it’s going to take a lot of work to transform the barren walls into something homely. I am going to be mainly teaching junior level classes (I think 8th grade or so); I will have about 20 classes over a four day period. I also just found out that I will also be teaching two thirty minute kindergarten classes a week (which could be fun but also likely a madhouse. I sit in on a class today and begin teaching tomorrow. There are about 11,000 kids on the campus and it is hard to escape the constant buzz that arises from that many kids in such a small area. I can see the halls of a guy’s dorm from my room and during certain times it really looks like a busy ant farm.
Toward the end of the four hour trip from Beijing (next year a 1hr trip on the bullet train (whose billion (according to our driver) dollar track is currently under construction)) the tops of the massive apartment buildings appeared in the distant mist. These plain but giant building are awe inspiring in their own way. It struck me that living in one of these buildings must have a significant psychological effect on a person.
I arrived at Beijing airport on Wednesday evening at about 7:30. On my way to the gate I was excited because I made it all the way with no major hitches. That was until I did not see anyone waiting for me at the gate. After searching the area, emailing everyone I knew, and throwing up in the bathroom, I found a comfortable seat I could find and got comfortable. I did manage to get about two hours of sleep. The airport did its best to keep me from finding any rest. One efficient Chinese man drove his huge floor waxing zamboni machine past me every 5 minutes. My seat was near a neat Chinese decoration (shown below). At about 2 am, two ladies began to clean the structure by dipping their rags into a bucket of water and slapping every square in of the wall-thing. If I was in a good mood the sound might have sounded like a cool drum beat; in my state, however, it sounded like a busy firing-range until about 4am. I finally got in contact with someone at the school and was picked up at about 8am.