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Date: 02 March 2005 23:59:12
I didn't mean to. Truly.
I had a very different English conversation class yesterday. Three mature-age students, all doing Masters! I felt I was in the presence of wisdom. A bit later a younger student came in and we talked about what they missed about their home country.
She mumbled, "My parents.", and then the waterworks started. I felt terrible. And the crying didn't stop. I felt worse. I saidI was extremely sorry for bringing it up and gave her some time to compose herself. I stayed away from any emotional topics for the rest of the hour. Being someone who jetted off to Dublin on his own to work, and who has travelled around Europe and Canada on his own, I have never felt that upset about missing friends/family: I like time on my own. I do miss them, but not to that extent. It was a good thing for me to have my eyes opened as to how others' react being away from home.
The first class of the semester went well. It was great to see the five or so students from last year who, like me, are doing the course part-time again. And it was great to meet new people as well. We all come from such a wide variety of backgrounds, which makes it all the more interested. I can't believe that, God willing I'll be finished the course in under four months!
I also saw, in the break between my conversation class and my lecture [I hope to use the time to study...but I have strong doubts I will!], House of Flying Daggers. I loved it. The story was a bit too melodramatic for my liking, but the cinematography blew me away. And, unlike the standard fare from Hollywood, I'm always impressed that Chinese movies don't necessarily end with everyone happy. It makes a change.