i love china. it is great. everyone is so nice and pleasant to be around. i actually taught my students the word pleasant this week. the best part about teaching is getting to know the students. i would rather hang out with the students than teach them, but teaching is my job. they always want to take you to eat or go to KTV, aka karaoke. the trick here is to get the students to like you. it is better they like you than they actually learn anything. of course, i hope my students learn something. beer is always involved with food and KTV. sometimes though, i think i could drink this country under the table. they love to drink, but there is always a time when they slow down. i usually say, "let's have some more". then they say "are you sure"? then i tell them in america we like to drink, then puke, then pass out. do not get me wrong, there are some drinkers here, but i guess it is complicated to explain. complicated, another word i taught this week.
i have to mention the squating. it is amazing. everyone, and i mean everyone, in china can squat. i do not mean squat like a catcher in baseball. it is sort of the same, but with your heels on the ground. trust me, no one in the west can do this. they will squat while they read the paper, smoke a cig, eat, wait for the bus. i must say this is one thing i am extremely jealous of. i have been practicing. it seems so comfortable.
for all the people of color reading this, i think the chinese and africans/african-americans have the same roots. the chinese love fried chicken, i mean they love it. KFC is a major chain and it is always packed. i get watermelon at just about every meal. they bring it out like they bring bread back home. you go to a restaurant and sure enough, here comes some watermelon. i love it. they also love entertaining, and being entertained. singing, dancing, hearing songs, whatever. a few people have told me that they know the chinese man is a minority in america, also the black man is a minority. we are both trying to better ourselves against the man. so that means we are brothers, or comrades.
one thing about china that is not so cool, is the music i hear on the regular. i will post soon about the music. that is another whole ball of wax. until then, peace, i miss everyone.
by the way, this is the first drunk blog i have posted. i must have hit the backspace key about a hundred times.
