I'm very satisfied with the way I spent my summer. I honestly wouldn't say it was the most relaxing summer I've ever had, between hours of class starting at 8am every weekday and pages and pages of vocab, characters, and grammar, but even so, it was time well-spent, and I was extremely fortunate to be given the opportunity to do this at essentially no cost to myself.
Studying in China has really made me want to understand the underlying history and culture of the place more than ever, and I'm really hoping to take some classes along those lines back at Yale. China is just so vastly complicated and so very relevant to the current world stage that I practically feel obligated to try to get a better sense of the bigger picture underlying the sampling I got while on the program.
I can't say I was always wonderfully happy with the program (even putting aside the roommate and incessantly leaky bathroom ceiling), but I really don't have major complaints. It was very difficult for me, but the fact is that I made it through, and I have a lot to show for that difficulty. No matter how far my formal study of Manadrin continues, I feel that I have a basic knowledge of the vocabulary, characters, and grammar and (more importantly) a basic overall sense of the language and speaking confidence that will allow me to pursue the language efficiently and effectively if Mandarin ever becomes directly pertinent to my future life/career. I don't think there's any way I could have acquired all that anywhere but within China itself, especially in such a short time.
So, here are some pictures from along the way:
This is a clip from one of the acts at the show we saw in Xi'an on my birthday (when I got that surprise song and cake I mentioned earlier in the blog).
This is how we came back down from where the escalators took us.
I finally got home August 13th after there was one last travel frustration that delayed me for exactly 24 hours: It turned out that my ticket for the Beijing-Shanghai leg of my return trip got ripped out of my ticket book somewhere (probably during my Manila-Beijing checkin two months earlier), and the airline wouldn't give me a replacement ticket despite the fact that they said my name was indeed on the passenger list. Anyway, I eventually made it on to a flight that might have put me in to Shanghai in time to transfer to the Shanghai-Chicago flight, but then that flight from Beijing was delayed two hours, obliterating any chance of making that flight out of Shanghai. After I finally landed in Shanghai, I found out that absolutely no other flights would be leaving Shanghai for anywhere in America the rest of the day, so I found a hotel for the night and killed time until I got on the identical flight the next day. My larger bag didn't make it on to the Chicago-Dallas flight with me, but by then, at least I was home!
So yes, a summer well-spent. Peace!





