Here in Houston, autumn's still distant, but that doesn't stop me from dreaming of cool, crisp weather, (some) fallen leaves, intensified studies, and a painfully long-delayed replay to one of the best video games ever, Bully. I start classes on Monday, whereupon I have to prove my worth to the Chinese department so that I can get a scholarship to the Middle Kingdom next summer. This year my teacher is a native putonghua/zhongwen speaker, which makes the semester all the more intense. If all goes well, she'll put up with me; otherwise, I'm gonna be in a situation so miserable, and so unlike all the other failures in my life, that I won't know what to do. I never know what to do, but at the age of thirty-one, my chances of surviving flat-out rejection are a) lower than I'd like and b) nightmarish, as in hound of hell.
Apologies, folks. Sleep well- you have no clue how much an extra blanket runs.
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