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She told me how excited she was about the reading, and went on with something to the effect of: "I feel like all you creative writing majors have this separate writing world you live in sometimes. It's obviously such a huge part of your lives, and yet most of the rest of us never get to be a part of it."

Tomorrow marks both the end of the Border Studies program orientation and the end of Bush's reign. Now the real work begins.

I crossed the border for the first time today, and witnessed firsthand the tragedies and ironies of our immigration system.

In this post: the inadequacy of my wit, avoidance of bad ad copy, books I should read, and Nick Hornby.

"I've never been to Seattle," I said, imagining gray skies, coffee, comic books and indie bands.

The party-goers are riveted, seeing their words transformed into a play in front of their eyes. The skits are performed with wacky costumes, wigs, and glasses, much in the style that children would play dress-up and make up stories.

This ain't your momma's study abroad.

At 2.15pm, the lights went down and the excitement went up. All the writers were introduced, taking bows to waves of applause. The Story Pirates theme song was performed, and the show was on!

Though they all speak English, I've come to realize that what my uncle once said is very true: the conversation will start out in English, move on to a mixture of Chinese and English, and finally settle completely into Chinese.

So visualize this: I'm in my basement this morning, working on my bamboo bicycle, joining the steel remnants of a child-sized bike frame to my bamboo tubes.

Today I visited Career Services to get some quick advice on my résumé and on finding the right gradate program. It feels like I'm a junior in high school all over again.

Last Sunday I moved into my house for this semester. Now I officially live off campus.