Computer crises, classmates, and Confucius

So, in the past week, I've lost half my computer screen (and of course it's on the side where all the important things are) and my left and right arrow keys, which is just annoying enough to frustrate me, but not annoying enough to justify whining.

I might actually be getting more used to school here. I'm not saying I'm having a wonderful time, but I know most of my classmates now (and even some of their names!). Most of them are really helpful (they help me pick what I'm going to order for lunch and explain what the teachers are talking about) and they're probably the reason I'm surviving school.

Which reminds me.

I'm sick of Confucius.

Not that I've ever personally met him, but I'm really tired of this old-school Chinese teacher-student interaction that's still ingrained into the schools here where the students are expected to shut up and be grateful to the teacher for sharing his wisdom. And, mostly because there's a statue of him in the library and his birthday is Chinese Teacher's Day, I blame Confucius. Damn it Confucius.

I'm going to try to write short blog entry every day right after school, so if I miss a few days, remind me. (Facebook or email or Skype or...hell, if you want to send me a letter, that would be nice too.)

[By the way, milage so far is: about 200 miles from August to now (yes, I know it's embarrassing...I'll bring that up), and 20 miles so far this week, not including today.]