I woke up at
6:30 and walked the dog. Everything was going the same way it usually goes,
with the dog peeing and shitting in his regular spots, and as I was crossing
the street, I saw a small kitten. He looks frightened as all hell, and blood
caked his face. I picked him up and brought him home, thinking if I don’t do
it, he’ll almost certainly die. I gave him a plate of milk with a few nuggets
of wet dog food, and he voraciously ate, he must have been very hungry. Then he
fell asleep on the bathroom floor. The dog was very curious, roughly poking the
kitten with his triangle face and nibbling at his neck and ears, so I closed
the bathroon door to keep them separated while I’m at work.
I had three
labs scheduled. I like teaching labs, but it’s also draining and takes a lot of
energy. In between periods I sat in the office, there was an ornate box of chocolates
and nougat candy on my desk, which can only mean one of my coworkers is getting
married. One of those little nuggets of Chinese culture I’m dropping daily for
you, my dear readers (or reader).
I went home
for lunch, and the dog was parked in front of the bathroom door, excitedly
yelping, wanting to play with his tiny new sibling. I took the kitten out and
held him in the palm of my hand. His left eye was closed shut, with a big
purulent scab of dried blood, I wonder what happened and if he lost his eye for
good. Hard to see when his face is about two inches wide. I also questioned
what we should do with him, if we’ll nurse him back to health or adopt him.
Yeah, I’m
very aware that just a few days ago I talked about the logistics of
repatriating and leaving China. And now I’m considering having a cat, because
he’s just too cute. His high-pitched meows and his slow, hesitating movements
as he’s discovering sensations like walking on a cushioned couch were tugging
hard at my heart strings, and I thought I couldn’t just abandon him.
Pragmatically, I know I can’t save every animal on Earth, but when I’m
face-to-face like that, it’s hard to say no. I sent the girlfriend a bunch of
pictures and videos, we’ll talk about it later.
I also had a
Skype conversation with my cousin, the one who equiped a van with living
amenities. He and his girlfriend drove it to British Columbia, and new they
were reunited with a guy from that area we hung out with on the island of Ko
Tao in Thailand when our travel paths all intersected. We talked for about half
an hour while I ate my lunch, it was really cool to catch up.
In the
afternoon I was supposed to be observed, but there was a serious communication
screw-up and the students didn’t show up to the lab until much later. The other
lab teacher was already in class, and I was wondering if I even notified her of
the temporary schedule change. So plan B, the students went back to the
classroom, and the math teacher taught his lesson like it says on the regular
timetable. I took ownership of the situation, but the principal didn’t seem to
mind too much, and we rescheduled the observation.
At night
there was an English speech competition in the auditorium. The principal had
asked for volunteers to act as judges and I threw my name in, sure there are a
few things I’d rather be doing with my Thursday evening but someone gotta go.
Nineteen students from all grades gave their speech, some were a bit bland,
about what they did during their summer holiday or about a general “Don’t give
up!” message, but some were quite interesting and eye-opening, with a
nationalist slant about the future of China, measures to encourage people to
make more kids, and how Chinese youth should be encouraged to look up to
scientists and generals rather than vapid boy bands and internet influencers. I
enjoyed most of the speeches, some students have a pretty impressive command of
English, but some stopped for a few seconds here and there, trying to remember
their memorized script.
There were
also ceremonies where students got scholarships, and a short musical interlude.
It was over at 8, and I headed straight to the gym, with my changes of clothes.
I had a pretty good workout and then went home. The girlfriend was doing
calligraphy, with the unnamed kitten gingerly walking around on her desk. She
had washed his face and as it turns out, his left eye is not permanently
damaged, though it’s a bit swollen and surrounded by cuts and scrapes.
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