Something I discovered last weekend: I run off when I’m upset.

I never thought I was a runner, but I guess I have a tendency to run away when I’m upset as I feel like I just need to get away for five seconds. I literally run away from who I’m with, which is strange as I hate running and can’t remember the last time I properly ran. But I’ve found it’s what I do, and it’s something I did a fair bit last weekend. I ran up stairs, down stairs, across streets… None of the times I ran off were for long, nor did I go far, but I just wanted to feel like I was getting away, even if it was only for a few seconds.

Anyone else want to physically run away from everything when it all gets to be too much from time to time?

Cross-posted from breakthesky.net. Please leave any comments there.

I’ve been debating what is the most powerful way to convey how awful my train ride from Hefei to Beijing was. It’s surprisingly difficult to convey just how hellish some experiences are, and this one was by far and away the worst travel experience I’ve ever had. Yes, it was even worse than the time I got drunk, violently ill, and then hungover on a train. It was that bad.

Two of my friends and I were taking the train from Hefei to Beijing at the end of our Huangshan trip. It was an 18 hour train ride, and we had hard seats. We knew it was going to suck, but we were determined to make the best of it. However, what we did not prepare for was the fact that seated in our section of the train (and by section, I mean right next to us) was a mother and her baby. This baby was wearing these assless chaps that are all the rage for babies here in China, and the mother had no grasp whatsoever of basic social and hygienic norms.

I am sure you can all guess where this is going.

The combination of lack of sleep, uncomfortable seats, absolutely no personal space, the ignorant mother, a very hungry (and consequentially, the owner of a very active bladder) baby, and long hours meant that the train ride was one straight from hell. Going from paradise at the peak of Huangshan to the bowels of hell on the train is a very long way to fall…

Here’s a blow-by-blow account of what happened, along with some accompanying photos:

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Since my return home from my short trip last week, I have been very, very busy. I’ve had to catch up on assignments that I had to get extensions for, as well as work on the final projects/assignments since the summer session is winding down for the two classes I’m taking. My mom got surgery a few days ago and I’ve been busy with taking care of her and keeping house. I’m trying to wrap up loose ends for my upcoming trips, like plane tickets and accommodation, which is never an easy task.

These responsibilities have been compounded with headache-inducing frustration and stupidity from various “professionals” in my life. All the stuff I’ve already mentioned has been pretty commonplace for me this summer; classes, vacation-planning, and family responsibilities aren’t exactly new territory for me. But there are some other things on my plate that have become far more complicated and drawn out than is necessary, which has been causing me untold amounts of stress. All of it comes back to the same thing: I have to chase up various professionals in my life for overdue answers.

  • The results of a blood test
    I had a blood test done a month ago. Nothing fancy, just routine check up stuff. She told me that the nurse would call me in 4-5 days with the results of my test. 4-5 days passed… nothing. 2 weeks passed… nothing. By the time the one-month mark was hovering along the horizon, I placed a phone call to the nurse and asked what was going on. Cue several more instances of phone tag before I got my results – one month after I had been promised them, and only after I had called the nurse multiple times. What ludicrousness. What if I had been dead and dying of some horrible, deadly disease? More importantly, why was it up to me to push and push the nurse to do her job of obtaining the results of my blood test?
  • My banker’s inefficiency at her job
    At the closest branch of my bank, there is this one lady who is an absolute trainwreck. She’s incredibly careless. She forgets to tell you things like required minimum balances or service fees. She also has a tendency to make typos when it comes to bank account and routing numbers, which is obviously a huge mistake in the world of banking. A month ago, I had to get a letter from my bank with my account and routing number information. She wrote it and I mailed it; I had thought that was that. Wrong. Apparently, she mistyped one of the numbers, because I got notified that the letter couldn’t be processed. I probably should have double-checked the numbers in the letter before I mailed it, but come on – the woman is a banker. Bankers should know better than to mistype account and routing numbers. After an additional, and very frustrating, trip to the bank, I got a copy of another letter with my correct information.
  • My school’s abroad office’s lackadaisical manner
    Being lackadaisical isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but when it comes to running an office that sends students abroad, it is a very, very bad thing. I need a visa to study abroad in China next year, and until I get documents from my abroad office for proof of student status, I can’t apply for the visa. The office has known since April 15 (read: they’ve known for two months!!) how many students are going to China. However, I have yet to receive any forms for my visa. This is a problem. Starting July 1, I am out of town, and starting July 27, I am out of the country. How am I supposed to take care of my visa if I am not at home to a) receive the visa documentation and 2) apply for the visa? This is an abroad office. They should know that students travel during the summer. Hell, I have made it clear to my advisor that starting July 1, I won’t be around to apply for my visa and if that happens, I’m screwed. I just really want my documents so I can get my visa and secure entry into China for next year. Is that too much to ask for from an abroad office? I don’t think so.

In all three instances I have had to make numerous phone calls, send various emails and even make trips to the office to get things done. It’s stressful, it’s ridiculous and it’s not part of my job description. It’s not fun to be a nagging bitch; I don’t particularly enjoy it. All of these people are paid to do their job. So why do I have to chase them around until I get answers? Why am I the one scrambling for information that was promised to me weeks ago? Why has it become my responsibility to make sure things get done or risk things falling apart when they are the professionals, not me?

Cross-posted from breakthesky.net. Please leave any comments there.

Amount of suitcases I had at the airport yesterday: 3

Amount the suitcases weighed: 20 (carry-on), 65 and 70 pounds, respectively

Amount of strength my body possesses: Approximately zero

Amount of times I visibly struggled in unloading/loading these suitcases from my taxi, the check-in counter, the baggage claim and finally my car: 8

Amount of times people stared at me (most likely in amusement I presume) as I struggled: 4

Amount of times anyone offered to help whilst staring at me: 0

Good God, it’s not like I want some man to come rushing to my rescue or be a damsel in distress 24/7 just to get some assistance, but is it really too much to ask for some assistance from the people that are obviously staring (so, they know there is a problem cause I’m visibly struggling) at me as I wrestle with gigantic suitcases that collectively are heavier than I weigh?

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Dear Person Who Keeps Pulling the Fire Alarm1,

I like to get a full night’s worth of sleep on the weekends. Unfortunately, your tendency to pull the fire alarm at some ungodly hour when I am fast asleep is really starting to be a problem when it comes to me getting uninterrupted sleep. I’m pretty sure it’s not just me you’re bothering; you’re rapidly becoming a hated enemy of three residence halls as we all have to evacuate whenever you decide to pull the alarm. I hope you can count, because that’s a lot of people to piss off.

I don’t really care why you have such an affinity for pulling the fire alarm at 3a.m. Maybe you’re pledging a fraternity/sorority, maybe you get a rush whenever you hear the blare of a fire alarm, maybe you keep forgetting that foil does not belong in a microwave when you want to heat up food to appease your cravings for a midnight snack. Whatever it is, stop pulling the fire alarm. I’m serious. You’re an ass for doing so.

Not only do you force three residence halls to evacuate in the early hours of the morning, but you’re also making us stand outside for prolonged amounts of time until the all-clear is sounded and we are allowed back inside. This isn’t as much of a problem in the summer, but it is most definitely an issue in the winter, particularly as there are still mountains of snow on campus from our recent blizzards. I’d rather not catch pneumonia or bronchitis because of your stupidity, thanks.

I suppose I should be grateful for your consideration, as you did pull the fire alarm in the early a.m. on Sunday morning the last two weekends. It could be worse, such as if you pulled the fire alarm on a week night during the next two weeks, as midterms are fast approaching…

Now is probably a good time to state that if you even think of pulling the fire alarm in the middle of the night during the week of midterms, I will have your head. Consider yourself warned.

  1. I realize that the chance of it being the same person pulling the fire alarm on multiple occasions is very slim, but it is easier to direct this rant at one individual rather than a group. []

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When I live at home, I have to deal with my asshat neighbor, although the issues with said neighbor only really are a problem in the summer. I assumed that I’d only have neighborly troubles at home, but since the semester started three weeks ago, it looks as though a bitter dispute, at the very least, is bound to break out between my roommate and I with our neighbors1.

The root of the issue is noise. It’s a pretty common problem in dorm-style living, and usually noise issues are resolved by knocking on the door of the noisy room and asking its occupants to quiet down. And most of the time, that’s enough to take care of the situation, and it keeps the Resident Assistant (RA) out of the situation and there’s no documentation of the incident to go on anyone’s record. Except when the noise is at such a level when you can clearly hear lyric-for-lyric what song the neighbors are listening to and they speak at such a volume that you know one of the girls lost a hairpin and a boy who was hanging out in the room found it by searching under her bed, there is a problem.

My roommate and I have both asked our neighbors to be quiet on separate occasions multiple times in the past two weeks2. We have always been mindful to ask them to lower the noise level during “quiet hours”3 even though they are generally loud all the time. Last night, however, was the final straw. When we asked them to be quiet, a boy in the room yelled a slur against my roommate after she had taken barely two steps away from the room. In response, one of my neighbors started making insulting (and false) comments about my roommate and me.

This, more than anything, is what is prompting my roommate and me to take further action about this situation. It is no longer adequate to just ask them to be quiet and hope that they respect our request (for the record, they usually don’t). My roommate and I are discussing our options and will not hesitate to file a formal complaint about this situation if necessary. It’s not just about the noise anymore; it’s about the disrespect and rudeness. We have never made slurs against or insulted our neighbors, much less done anything that warrants that behavior targeted at us, and we will not tolerate it.

  1. Two new girls moved into the room next door as the old occupants moved out at the end of last semester. []
  2. It’s only been three weeks into the semester and we decided to let the noise slide during the first week back. []
  3. Quiet hours are from 11pm – 8am weekdays, 1am – 10am weekends. []

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There is this one girl who lives on the floor that is connected to mine who smells disgusting. Honestly, I’ve never met anyone that smelled even remotely that bad in my life. What’s worse is that not only does she smell, but her stench lingers around for hours on end. I’ve never seen her properly, but I definitely know where she’s been because I always find myself gagging over putrid air in the common areas of my floor.

It’s not fair to the rest of the floor to have to put up with her smell. I can’t go into the lounge/kitchen, bathroom, laundry room or even hallway if she’s been there recently because her smell sticks around for hours and I find myself trapped in my room. Sometimes I arm myself with a can of Febreze and spray the hall area outside my room to combat the stench, which is somewhat effective, but unless I start buying Febreze shares that’s not really a viable long-term option.

Besides, it’s just plain unhealthy to smell that bad because that means there is a serious lack of hygiene going on. When you live in dorm housing and have to share all the facilities and common areas, it’s common courtesy to maintain good hygiene and cleanliness. There are perfectly acceptable showers, toilets, and laundry machines for everyone to use. Considering the girl doesn’t actually even live on my floor (she lives on a floor that’s connected via a bridge-type thing) I don’t think it’s too much to ask for her to maintain proper hygiene if she insists on using another floor’s facilities!

Regular bathing is an option in a college dorm. I hope this girl discovers that fact soon without the RA having to intervene…

On an un-related (and much happier) note, thank you to all who nominated me for Best Teen Weblog at the 2010 Bloggies!

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I live in a townhouse complex that’s in a U-shape, and in the center of the U is a lovely pond with a nice fountain that never seems to be working. It’s quite a nice pond really, and there are one or two tall trees that provide nice shade if I ever want to go and sit near the pond and relax outside. In the warmer months, there are loads of wildlife that come by this pond, like ducks, squirrels, chipmunks, and various types of birds. Sometimes, when I look out the window overlooking this pond, I feel like it’s a scene out of Bambi due to all the wildlife outside!

I’ve never really paid much attention to the wildlife that frequent the pond, I just associate it with how nature works and leave it at that. However, as the months have gotten warmer, I have noticed that there seem to be more and more animal visitors to the pond and the townhouse complex. I assumed that maybe word got out among the animals that the pond was a nice place to chill so they were all coming to hang out, so I didn’t really think much of it. But then one day I was looking out the window and into the mini-garden my family planted a few weeks ago and saw a type of animal I had never seen before near the pond: mice.

After some investigating and talking with my neighbors, it was discovered that my next-door neighbor is feeding the animals that visit the pond. I guess she thought it was cute to have all of these animal visitors, and her feeding them encouraged more and more of them to frequent the area. However, she either fails to understand or does not care that other people living in the complex view these additional visitors as nuisances, and not only has she attracted more cute Bambi-esque animals, but she has also attracted enormous amounts of mice. They get into the mini-gardens many of my neighbors have, and one even darted quickly into someone’s house when they opened the door to go outside! My brother keeps a watering can outside to use to water our mini-garden, and once he found a drowned, bloated mouse inside after a particularly heavy storm.

Many of my neighbors have complained to the management office about this particular neighbor’s habit of feeding the wildlife and attracting the mice. Some have taken it a step further and have set out poison for the mice, despite putting the other forms of wildlife at risk as well. I think the whole situation is ridiculous. Mice are rodents and are unwanted pests, and if it’s gotten to the point where poison is being set out to get rid of them, then why doesn’t this idiotic woman stop feeding the wildlife out by the pond?!

Cross-posted from breakthesky.net. Please leave any comments there.

Dear Ms. Betty Brown (R-TX),

Your recent statement about how Asian-Americans should change their names to ones that are easier to pronounce during House testimony on voter identification legislation is not only insulting towards Asian-Americans, but also to the people you represent in Texas. Your assumption that Asian-American names are the only foreign names that are hard for the average English speaker to mispronounce is ignorant, and demonstrates your lack of cultural and awareness about the diversity on which the United States prides itself. Furthermore, your belief that citizens should change their name for the convenience of poll workers and other civil servants shows that you see poll workers as lazy and/or ignorant and do not possess the intelligence required to identify one person from another.

You are quoted as saying, “Rather than everyone here having to learn Chinese — I understand it’s a rather difficult language — do you think that it would behoove you and your citizens to adopt a name that we could deal with more readily here?” Yes, Chinese is a difficult language to learn, one of the most difficult, in fact. However, if one’s name is in a language other than English, the English speaker is not required to learn the language that the name is in, they only need to learn the name. There are plenty of Asian-American celebrities that have had their names recognized by the American public without having to change their names so that they could be dealt with “more readily” in the States – Kelly Hu, Jackie Chan, Chow Yun Fat, Michelle Yeoh, Zhang Ziyi, Ang Lee, to name a few. I doubt that all of the American people who are familiar with these aforementioned celebrities as well as other famous Asian-Americans became fluent in Chinese before learning how to pronounce their names.

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