Today was not the offical first day of spring semester, but it is the first full week so close enough.
I started my day with some ceramics, where I spent the better part of 3 hours ruining my jeans and generally failing at making pottery. Despite my utter lack of experience on the subject, my teacher thought it would be a fun idea to make us all make cylinders all afternoon.
Being hunched over a wheel for even that length of time has strained my lower back, which is double the fun. I can't wait until I get to do that for 6 hours later in the semester.
After a hefty break (reading in the lounge) I winced over to my Chinese philosophy class, of which I am now sure will be the toughest class I've yet to take. My teacher is very smart and knows a lot of things, although he likes to talk about himself in a braggy sort of way, but I suppose if I had a doctorate and knew philosophy and had been to a diplomatic lunch with some big cheeses in China and flew planes and backpacked across the country twice, I would feel slightly superior to the wishy-washy art students in front of me too.
Today I learned so much I don't know how I'm going to remember it.
Today, YOU learn: "Bejing" is not pronounced "Behj-ing" like Americans do, but is actually just "Bay-jing"
and
"Taoist" and "Daoist" are two different romanized forms of writing of same philosopher, but are both pronounced "daoist"
The more you know! (the more pretentious you can be)
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