Being a student means having two homes: your dorm room and the usual spot at the library.
With the amount of time I’ve been spending at Peking University’s grand, central library, I should seriously consider paying rent. 463 more words
Among the many peculiar fragrances that embody the experience that is China, the one most common nose-assaulting culprit is that of sewage.
I’ve smelled it everywhere I’ve gone, in the restaurants, coffee shops, and on the subways of Beijing to the streets of my small hometown in Hunan. 297 more words
Yesterday’s AQI was a crisp, cool 60. So instead of being cooped up in my room, I decided an outdoor excursion was definitely going to help with the foul mood I woke up with, especially since the gym was closed and I had no way to sweat out my frustrations with my graduate thesis. 366 more words
The Chinese customer service is infamous for its…well, lack of customer service. Usually, one encounters annoyed, impatient ladies and gents behind the service desks, at the cash register, standing over you at a table, down the aisles of a supermarket, etc. 751 more words