Intercultural Competence

I'm still choosing my courses on HSG's bidding system. Yah, it's a school mainly consists of a business school and a law school, so we BID for courses. We have 500 points for each category of courses, then we allocate the points to "buy" the course we want. A seat in the course is, here, a scarce resource. The one who pay more than or equal to enough will get a seat.

Anyway, there's a course called "Intercultural Competence" I would like to take. N here's sth I found it particularly funny in the course discerption about the grade assessment method. I can't really explain why this is funny, but, well, here we go:

Participants choose two of the four topics for the graded essays. Maximum length of essay: 5000 characters (attn students with Chinese background: 5000 single latin letters, not words!), blanks included, approx. 2 pages - but not counting graphs, tables, figures and bibliography.

leaving, not yet

I thought I was supposed to be in die Sweitz on 24th, Aug, but I hadn't got my student visa yet and there was an error from the school and the German course actually started on the 3rd, so I thought I was supposed to be there tmr. So I had my farewell party last Sat (it was great, thx all for the love, muah!) because I thought I could get my visa yesterday and would be busy packing my stuff today, but, here I am again, downloading some more musics from "Google Music" for free (coz this won't be available in places other than mainland China) and looking up events to fill my boredom, since the council informed me that I'll need 5 more working days to get my visa.

So, this time I'll prob. leave on the coming Sunday or Monday, and my schedule this week have already been almost all booked.

I had a strange feeling these days. It somewhat reminds me of "1984". Winston knew he is going to die, but he doesn't know when, so he's living by days he has on hand. I feel like I was sentenced to death, but then the authority decided to give me a few days extension, so I got a few more days of free happy time. And then they told me that I was to die tmr, but they told me yesterday that I got another weeks' free happy time. It also reminds me of "Meet Joe Black". Bill Parish knew he's gonna die, but he realized that he has had all, so he wasn't particularly sad. Going to Switzerland definitely can't equal to death, I choose to live there. I'm not particularly sad about leaving. I've dealt with so many already. It is meant to be a new page. Yet because of all the emotions attached to this city, Shanghai, however mad it is right now, I'm reluctant.

I am ready. You can take me anytime you like. But if there is still time, I would always find something to deal with the time. I feel happy and lucky with the extra time, and I am so eager to make full use of it. I've never felt so badly in my life that time is scarce.