An Ode to Friday

Friday, oh how I hate you.
You give me six hours of classes.
You give me students who want to get out of class almost as much as me.
You tempt me with the promise of the weekend.
After six hours of class, you are the weekend.
Oh how I love you Friday.

I've come to the conclusion that I will never see my laptop again. I think that acceptance is the best way to get over my loss. Laptop, I'll miss you. You served me well.

One of the bag ladies came into my classroom today. I yelled at her in Chinese asking if she had my computer. She ran away.

It's time to head to the local shop and buy a few beers and a bottle of wine. Steven and Haiyan are cooking dinner for the group again this evening, and then, perhaps we will play some poker. I've realized that I really enjoy meeting new people. I was quite a hermit for most of my life. It's time to savor the evening.

It's good to be evolving and expanding.