Tidbits

My brain has been really scattered recently. I would like to share a few things I’ve thought to myself, none of which merit an entire blog post.

My hands betrayed me yesterday. They met a piano. Black dots on a page are now reminders of the past. My hands used to be able to effortlessly convert these dots into music. My hands broke my heart and served as a reminder of how quickly time passes in one swift blow.

I would like to announce that I'm a genius.
I put my heater and my dehumidifier in my closet with my just-washed clothes.
They dried in 1 hour.

I put cookies in my pockets more often than any person should.

Numbers are simply arbitrary figures that represent a quantity. They do not inherently indicate the quality of any one thing. Hypothetically speaking, of course, age is not an indication of maturity. The time spent on this earth does not inherently indicate quality. The number of academic articles a professor has published is not proof of their ability to teach. Rank could mean next to nothing depending on the scale. This concept is simple, why is it so easy to forget?

I tell people that I'm a vegetarian partially because of the meat processing in the U.S.
Seeing these animals, it was pretty clear that I'm simply not interested in meat any more.

I detest car horns. Especially in China.

I have been ashamed of the polarized politics in the U.S. Dysfunction and legalized corruption run rampant. Sometimes it makes much of my generation’s apathy look appealing. I turned on my computer today to multiple news agencies (conservative and liberal) lauding the defeat of a Westboro Baptist protest. It made my heart so warm. My eyes may have been watery. That’s right, world! My nation united against blatant hatred. We might have a long way to go, but it sure was a hopeful reminder. The name of the city that chased them out also has a nice ring to it.

I have failed my students this year. I have missed good teaching opportunities because I don’t know how to introduce, or elaborate on, certain sensitive subjects. Why don’t they teach these things in teacher school?

I was never a big poetry fan until recently. A few other volunteers and this girl changed me.

In China, "Leftover Women," officially, are unmarried women over the age of 27. They are generally considered to be undesirable. I have already accepted that I will be a leftover woman in China. Good thing I get to go back to the U.S., but I feel bad for all of the beautiful young ladies I see here who have that pressure.