So there is this class i've had to take here. it was supposed to be "Chinese Economic Development." In reality it was "Hire a lecturer to show up late and read off wikipedia pages for five hours on a saturday."
Needless to say, i skipped out on the first few classes to hit the beach. I learned more chinese economics from a book david gave me than that class.
so i really hate that class.
Saturday was the last day i was "asked" to attend. (though grades had already been turned in)
The first two hours of class weren't that bad. It was student presentation day which gave me plenty of time to read a a clive cussler novel since i'm not fluent in mandarin...yet.
then the class went to the beach to have a Barbecue.
that's when it happened.
at first all was well. life was sweet. it was the last day of the class i hate, i was at the beach, and i being served free food while enjoying a good book.
that's when i made the mistake of trusting the students to cook raw meet over a tin pan of charcoals.
i would pay dearly for the next 24 hours.
food poisoning is never a fun experience. every stage feels like the worst part. there's never actually any pin-point pain. just blanket nausea followed by convulsive fits at the foot of the porcelain altar.
it was terrible.
the next day i went to church and slept through everything.
Mrs. Patti took one look at me and told me to grab my things. They took me to their house to rest and regain my strength.
Thank God for the Jernigans.
she makes a wicked awesome chicken soup.
I'm feeling much better now. i have a lunch appointment with my chinese tutor. she's gonna make sichuan chicken.
more later....
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