Thanksgiving

I am certainly envious of my friends and family who have related stories of delectable meals and wonderful times with family.

How do you celebrate an American holiday in… not America?

By going to Pizza Hut.

Yes, friends, you heard me correctly. Of course, I have never eaten at Pizza Hut in the US, mainly because I’d rather spend my money on other pizzas. However, in China, a land largely free from pizza, you really don’t have a choice. Furthermore, Pizza Hut is a fancy restaurant here. And expensive. They serve all serves of other entrees, soups, salads (with a full salad bar), and a host of desserts. And the pizza isn’t have bad.

Most of our group went and we were joined by one German friend, studying here at Xiada, as well as five or six Chinese friends. And considering one of our group is a Korean who is from Paraguay (it’s complicated), studying in the US, and now studying in China (I told you…), we had three continents of the world represented.

Pretty sure the first Thanksgiving only had two.

Other than that, I haven’t done much. As a friend and I stared out his window and chatted, I commented that for almost five months I haven’t had much time to NOT do anything. I find myself increasingly tired, on edge. Time is drawing near, and I’m ready for it.

We actually did get a Thanksgiving break, which after I thought about it, was the first days off school that we’ve had. Our trips we’ve taken are all required, so I don’t really count those. Then I also realized that I’ve never missed a class, since we have a zero attendance policy, and I’ve never been late, since it is INCREDIBLY rude to be late here.

However, I still have homework to work on. I have a presentation to give about my family on Monday, in Chinese, and I need to continue to work on my translation of a Chinese song.

Sounds like tomorrow.

Oh and in case you were wondering, I did call my parents on Thanksgiving--at least Thanksgiving there. I may be half a world away, but I still must do my sonly duties!