Carrie and I are about to ride our bikes to go have drinks. We’ve been to this bar a couple times before and liked it. It’s been a while since we’ve been out just us two, so this feels unique. I’ll let you know if anything interesting happens.
I just finished a super d duper book called The Help, so my life has an expected air about it like I’m waiting for something dramatic to happen while also feeling like I’ll need to instigate this drama. I need to interview people or find some kind of evil and write about it. Something needs to happen. Carrie and I both feel a bit isolated. We did move to an island where we don’t speak either of the native languages and are almost incapable of learning them, but…
Though I’m feeling isolated, mostly I’m just confused. Where do I belong? I’m American, but why? I’m not Taiwanese but why? I feel like one of my students. “Why? Why not?” Often times they don’t even ask a question, they just stare at you with huge eyes. These stare offs can go on for minutes. “Daniel, go get your communications book out of you school bag.” Big eyes. “Daniel, go get your communication book please.” Big eyes. “Daniel, go. get. your communications. book. out of. your school bag.” Big eyes. “Teacher Shelly, who did you just say forgot to give you their communications book, Miussia and who?” “Ohhhh, sorry, Daniel, nevermind.” He has recently moved here from China where he attended an English school, so the language isn’t completely new, but he’s probably just as lost as I am sometimes. I’ve had to crack down lately on the school rule of No Speaking Chinese, and it’s kind of sad watching them try to find the words to express themselves. “She, he, me, hurt arm!”
“He hurt your arm with the toy?”