I spent most of the day asleep, and if not that, lolling about. Not LOL-ing, I felt pretty (physically) cruddy. But I did go out with a group of overseas students (again) for a last night of freedom dinner. We went in to the first restaurant we saw, tried to order, were told they didn't have anything, and were ushered out to another restaurant by a nice volunteer. We wound up at a restaurant with a bunch of people that knew English that were nice enough to help us order. Andddd! We managed to pace ourselves enough to handle every dish and not get too stuffed. At first I felt really good, but then my stomach started to catch up with me, and I knew I would have to go. Very, very soon.
I was so eager to get back to my dorm and relieve myself that I forgot my bag - with my class schedule, my dictionary, notebook, and camera in it. :\
I realized mid-action the (seemingly) horrible mistake I had made, and sprinted back to the restaurant as soon as I possibly could. Luckily, everything was still in the bag. And by the day, it's becoming more obvious the standards to which I - and most other Westerners I've encountered - hold China. We don't trust their medicine, nor do we trust our belongings to remain unscathed when left behind accidentally - when, in actuality, it's just as likely to be stolen anywhere else (especially where I live). Most of the people here have been nothing but kind, and the ones with ill intentions are very easy to spot.
I was so relieved and happy to have my camera back, that I started snapping pictures of everything I swore I'd capture later; then I did some cool light graffiti with Ken. Yay for my dinky 5mp camera - I appreciate it even more now.
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