Week two was insanely busy. On the academic side, I’m starting to feel that I’m maxing out my hanzi-memorization capability every night. No worries—it’s not that I’m discouraged, but I’m pretty convinced that for every two new characters I learn, one previously memorized character simultaneously escapes from my brain. Then again, I never imagined last year that I could ever come close to memorizing 50 characters a day. I suppose that the tolerance for hanzi, like most others, only increases with time and (ab)use.
On Thursday, all the second-year students and teachers went to Tianyi (天意) Market, where I had the chance to practice my haggling skills, or lack thereof (in English, embarrassing; in Mandarin, unspeakable). I ended up buying a stuffed animal because I pitied it for being so ugly and it looked kind of unhappy. Without this knowledge, several classmates later agreed that its face closely resembled mine (fml).
Then Sunday was moving day. And by “day” I mean that the entire “uh-oh, what time is it?!”-shower-shove everything in my bag-“why am I doing this again?”-checkout-“why hello, host mother” process lasted about 20 minutes. I’ll devote an entire post to my new living situation soon, but in the meantime: