This week I’ve been in a rather sour mood.
I’m tired from work. I’m tired from school. I have insomnia born from boredom and apathy, which contributes more to my discontent with work and school.
I have a starving feeling, and I just realized what it is.
I haven’t done much intellectual for a few months now.
It’s weird — I came to China to get a better education, but I’m finding that the education here is not up to my standards. It’s all about memorization, there’s no creativity, and most of my teachers expect students to be lazy, so they have no standards. I’m bored already. Back home I was delving into complex literary theory and discussing the intricacies of word placement in classical Chinese texts. Here I’m memorizing vocabulary.
The most valuable learning I’ve done here has been outside the classroom, in markets and on trains and atop mountains.
I think I’ll crack open a English book tonight and take a run tomorrow. Both my mind and body feel sludgey and undefined.