Kill Your English Teacher

I am the absolute last one to raise any fuss over someone’s English abilities out here in Hong Kong. In fact, I typically will consider someone fluent long before they ever will – simply because I have no problem understanding or communicating with them in English.

My classmates are more likely to criticize a professor’s accent or ability with English than I am; but then, I studied at Georgia Tech – where half the professors can’t speak English. So it comes as a shock to me that I’d find within myself such a strong drive towards posting a criticism of someone’s English – a drive so strong that I would get the post off within hours of the incident, rather than my average days-months mentality. This one, however, is just too funny to keep to myself.

We’ve Got Spirit! (Yes, We Do!)

I don’t care how much school spirit you think you have. You haven’t seen a thing until you’ve seen the HKUST atrium during a student society promotion week. These groups go absolutely nuts.

The Big Comedy Debut!

It’s unfortunately been way too long time since my last post. Classes have begun, my leg’s well into the healing process, and the year of the rat started with a bang.

Blah blah blah. I’m not getting into any of that just yet; for now they’ll remain daggers still hanging above my head. Allow me to fast forward life to this weekend, and a decent post we can enjoy.