

1. Lately, a friend or a few students have been cooking for us about once a week. They don't have their own kitchens, so they are happy to use ours. We are happy to eat their food.

3. Titus, Mike and I ate in the school cafeteria, with our friend Qiufen, for the first time. Picture a multi-level college dining facility filled with hundreds of Chinese students. And us.

4. Titus & Mike have freshman girl babysitters every Monday when I'm at Chinese class. When I came home last week, my friend was also here waiting for me. She has a 6 month-old baby. She said "Michael was hungry, so I tried to nurse him. But he wouldn't take my milk." I'm like, "Yah, it was probably too spicy." (Our area is known for spicy food.) Call it a collectivistic culture -- trying to nurse another's baby, without the mother's knowledge, and we're not even that good of friends...I love it!
2. Our girls' study is phenomenal. I feel that I am a part of something amazing. Last night we learned a praise song in Chinese; it was beautiful.
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