I am a very bad blogger. Or rather have become a bad one. I am entering the phase when the novelty and the fad start to get jaded. Not that I have such a wide readership anyways. This blog functions more like a "public" email to my dear friends in Poland, my sis, some friends in the U.S. too. So that they can't complain "You haven't written for so long". Well, now they actually can. Sorry!
Of course this stagnation is a reflection of my busy life. 5 classes is challenging, but they are pretty exciting and worth the pain.
My dance troupe performed today for the biggest event of the year - the Cultural Rhythms. at Harvard. I was very proud of them, they were like my babies. Well, I'm the choreographer after all. The usefulness of this position is that I can fill in the spot for anyone, whenever the situation requires such remedies - I can be a boy, and a girl, look how easy it is to switch. As if I didn't have enough of nationality or linguistic crisis, I also needed the gender confusion. I adore my dancers, and how we bump into countless hilarious incidents when practicing, probably more than the practice itself ("Guys I had a fantasy about you, about all of you!"). I got Finale cakes from them with a stunning 3D thank you card, which made me melt at the spot with a long "Awwwww". Can there possibly be anything better than having people appreciate your hard work? HVDT muon nam!
Although I still have some permanent worries, I came to realize that I'm moving on.
We'll see. I'm a fickle blogger. When I feel like it I write. When not, it stays quiet for the whole month. So bear with me.
Of course this stagnation is a reflection of my busy life. 5 classes is challenging, but they are pretty exciting and worth the pain.
- Math is the easy one (now that is surprising). It's consistent and the professor is very friendly. Which is very amusing, because it contradicts the standard, that dictates math professors at Harvard to be to awkward, grumpy and weird. Well Judson is actually a bit awkward, but still nice enough.
- Chinese - pretty standard too, which however does not equate boring, nor easy. This semester we talk more about politics. Three opening chapters discussed the contentious issues like human rights, democracy, 论言自由，强迫堕胎，温饱人权 vs 民主人权 etc. Though within my Chinese vocab and abilities, the arguments related to these complicated issues have been reduced to the simplest versions, so they sound rather jaded and not especially enlightening. But hey, it's just a language class. Moreover, we added the real-life component: reading Chinese news. I only understand half of the reports I read, though I recognize 7 out of 10 characters. Now, that is the way I learned English, so way to go.
- Economics is sheer fun. My professor, the source of all the amusement, is a "France" guy with a thick "France" accent. "Today we will discuss monet theory". What? Monet like the painter? Then he scribbles on the blackboard: "Money theory". The famous French "r" is what keeps me awake through all the "fihrst ohrdehr condicion" or the "un-om-ploy-mont".
- Korean on the other hand has somehow faded away. Maybe because Kim SSN is teaching us less than before, Joo SSN took over instead, and she is much stricter? Therefore no more Korean dramas and popular music (that's the part that appeals to my Asian-female-silly side,) no more cookies and sweets during class (that's the part that appeals to my sould and heart), but hell more grammar and listening exercises (well, this should appeal to my Harvard side. Ugh.). 그렇지만, 김 선생님을 너무 보고싶다.
- 5. And finally the Korean history class. The professor, again, very likable. Eckert is one funny elderly, also a very chill guy. I bet you when he was young, he was of the hippie type. He spent the whole section asking about our lives, adding his comments to every of our introductions, instead of going through the discussion of late Choson dynasty. I wish I could invite him for the Faculty Dinner, we would have quite a bit to talk about, had I not been committed already. To a math guy.
My dance troupe performed today for the biggest event of the year - the Cultural Rhythms. at Harvard. I was very proud of them, they were like my babies. Well, I'm the choreographer after all. The usefulness of this position is that I can fill in the spot for anyone, whenever the situation requires such remedies - I can be a boy, and a girl, look how easy it is to switch. As if I didn't have enough of nationality or linguistic crisis, I also needed the gender confusion. I adore my dancers, and how we bump into countless hilarious incidents when practicing, probably more than the practice itself ("Guys I had a fantasy about you, about all of you!"). I got Finale cakes from them with a stunning 3D thank you card, which made me melt at the spot with a long "Awwwww". Can there possibly be anything better than having people appreciate your hard work? HVDT muon nam!
Although I still have some permanent worries, I came to realize that I'm moving on.
We'll see. I'm a fickle blogger. When I feel like it I write. When not, it stays quiet for the whole month. So bear with me.
