Yesterday was such a tiring day, which is the reason why I didn't give the chance to sit down and blog. Today is much better, though I had my first class in Harvard Summer School, which was really a nice experience, but also quite challenging, since the course I took this afternoon, The Meaning of Madness, is a summer seminar, which means we have only 15 people altogether,and everybody has to join the discussion and interaction with the professor. And during the self-introduction part, I found out (horrifiedly) that I was the only person who's not a native English speaker, and I was also the only rising juniorl. We have two Harvard college students in our class, and the rest of them either are working right now or already have some background knowledge in psychology. It seems like I'm the only one who has no idea what psychology is. I kind of wish I had taken my mother's advice earlier and dropped this course. But still, I'll stick to the course and try to keep up with the study.

   Tomorrow I'm going to have The Essay class, and  I'm pretty sure there will be more international students who are at the same level as I am.

   There are just so many articles and journals to read, the rest of the days will be so busy. Since I'm taking two liberal arts courses and both of the classes are small with only 15 students, so there's no way to sit in the back and not participating in the class. But it will be much more worthy than the big lecture classes, since you get to interact with the professor more.

   That's basically what I've done today, and I'm going to write something about yesterday.

   I woke up pretty early, six thirty to be exact, thanks to the jet lag. Then I went to breakfast with my roommate, Virginia, who's from Italy, and met Brandon Byrd at the dining hall. I'd knon Brandon on facebook for the long time, but it wasn't until yesterday morning that I eventually saw him. He's definitely a very nice guy, we went to the T-mobil together to see if there's a suitable sim card I could get for these two months, since my current sim card is international so it didn't work well here. We found out that it didn't open until noon, so we decided to go to the nearest AT&T store.

   Using the google map on his HTC phone and the compass on my iPhone4, we walked for 25 minutes and found out that we were on the totally wrong direction. We walked all the way back to Harvard Square and asked someone where the nearest AT&T was, then we decided that we really needed some exercise after the fatty American breakfast, so we walked all the way there. It took us about forty minutes. We stopped several times to make sure that we were on the right track. When we finally got there, we saw from the big glassy door of AT&T that it didn't open until noon as well.

   Stupid and lazy Americans.

   But still it was a lot of fun. I had a straberry and Tropicana mix in the Dunkin' Donut on our way to the AT&T store, and Brandon and I visited a animal shop, where we saw some pretty fish and other small animals. Brandon grew up in the countryside, so he basically knows everything about animals, especially dogs. But I've had no experience with pets, so there're a lot to learn.

   Some other clips about my life.

   I followed google maps this afternoon to find my classroom building. It took me to somewhere entirely irrelevant, and it took me thirty minutes to get to Willima James Hall, which supposed to be only five minutes of walk away from Thayer Hall, the hall that I currently live in. Really, screw the Google Maps.

   The food in Annenberg is not that good. There isn't much to choose, and American food are oily and fatty. I'm trying not to let the tragedy of gaining super much weight in two months happen again. America is a terrible place for people who want to keep fit.

   People have cliques here. Like girls in my entry, they clustered and went to somewhere together all the time. I don't really care about it because I'm not like most of them. I don't wear makeup, I don't polish my nails and I want to learn something instead of having fun all the time. I guess I'll keep my Chinese way instead of American way, since I'm perfectly sure that that's who I am. A chinese. Nothing and no one else.

   That's all for today. I've got another bunch of journals to read for Wednesday's psychology class.

   Wish me luck then.