I may have cilia in my nose and a variety of mucus membranes in my body designed to keep intruders out of my lungs, but they are no match for particulate matter.
I ride the bus in China for a number of reasons: it’s safer than biking or e-biking, I already hate driving, and taxis are expensive. The bus is incredibly inexpensive. At ¥1-2 ($0.14-30) per ride, to go anywhere I want to go, it’s unbeatable value. I have experience with public transportation in my home country–I tried Pittsburgh’s… Continue reading Stories from the bus 1
My students this semester have low-level English skills, and it’s my job to teach them the same material that everyone else is teaching to higher level students. It’s challenging: I have little experience with truly low-level students, and the material I’m teaching is better suited to the higher-level students, but I’m responsible for getting them to meet the same standards as the higher-level students.
I am behind a metaphorical eight ball.
We talk about it like we know where it is at all times, but in reality I’m not sure any of us could accurately describe “home.” What is home?
We’ve been home for a few days now and it’s been an interesting, if difficult, transition. Jet lag has been particularly brutal. In China, we’re used to a fairly early sunrise and here in western Pennsylvania the sun doesn’t rise until after 7:00 a.m. right now… our circadian rhythms are completely shot. The jet lag… Continue reading A harrowing schedule