Nobody has written demanding that I close my blog and turn in my computer in order to assuage their pain, so I will attempt to continue running this blog as I go into my senior year.

Since returning home I have not really passed through reverse culture shock, which is surprising. I miss things about China and enjoy things about America and wonder where all the Americans are. We really do seem to be few and far between!

I have discovered that I am living with five other guys in a suite back at Northwestern, and that all five are Asian. I know two of them. So I suppose that's ironic. Yet simultaneously frustrating because the myth of my ethnic confusion can only grow by this situation. Plus I don't know the other 3 guys, one of whom on facebook has a battery clenched in his eye. Such is life.

Later this week I return to Washington D.C., this time for a post abroad job fair. My scholarship stipulates government service after I graduate. I'm excited to go, and I'll even get to see Rachel Wiggans while I'm there, but sometimes this scholarship makes me crazy. When I was abroad and wanted to leave, I couldn't. And now when I'd like to go back, I have to solve this first. It's like a clamp on the steering wheel.