Quirky Times

So, life's getting really funny.

I find myself sitting in a discussion room in a library with four girls I've only known for five and a half weeks and I find myself teaching them English using C.S. Lewis' 'The Magician's Nephew' as a text.

I find myself sitting next to a girl I like in a jolting bus to nowhere, as far as I'm concerned, but I don't dare to utter a single word and neither does she. Instead, we just look out the same window, but for all it looks like, we could be worlds apart, and probably are.

I find myself being custodian of a class who cannot speak my language and whose language I cannot speak. I am another Valentine Michael Smith, unable to grok, but attempting to learn to do so. As a stranger in a strange land, is it possible for me to grok my new water-brothers and is it possible for them to grok me?

I find myself telling a new friend about things that I have never shared with anyone else. Is it something good?

I find myself wondering at times what to do, yet remain a beacon of strength for others. A Dilemma.

Zai Jian.