Midnight Burn

I was beginning to think the day would never come. But like every good and faithful calendar day, it eventually does.

Of course, I speak of my last day of teaching: tomorrow. It'll be a chill day, filled without an attempt to run any semblance of a class, after all it is the last day of school. The last thing students will want to do is actually have class. I remember the feeling myself when I was their age. So it should be a fun filled day of games, songs, and for those classes who still are apathetic beyond belief, well, self study. I've decided self-study solves all problems.

And then after that, I'll be out of here. It's funny to think that in two days, I'll most likely set my eyes on this town for the absolute last time. Bar any sudden riches, or an absolute void of activities in my life, I really won't be coming back. I don't live in a beautiful town, there's nothing noteworthy to see here, but most importantly, I don't know anyone here. I've met a couple locals, but our friendship is so shallow and our "guanxi" non existent both parties know that at this stage, I won't be back.

I think it's pretty well understood that I haven't exactly embraced my experience here, and won't be spewing praises of it in the future. It was a good experience. I'm glad I came. It was tough, rough, a practice in learning to live in a rural area, and all the strife and joy that can come with being a teacher. Living on the inside of China as a whole, was an eye opening experience. But you don't need to have your eyes opened more than once.

That's the best way I can put it.

And now I need to turn my eyes ahead of me. I don't know what Hong Kong holds for me. I may be writing a Kung Fu script. I may be a teacher again. I may become a journalist.

Who knows. I definitely don't.

On a separate note, I've been thinking about how my voice for this blog is more subdued, more thoughtful. When I write facebook notes, xanga entries, or charged "editorials" I tend to be more edgy. Try to be more funny. More witty. And less "lost in thought."

I guess, when I write about my own life, what's the use of any of those attributes?