Day 90 –Another Sea Day

Nov 25th

I had my econ development presentation this morning. As a group of eight, we had to represent the Asian Development Bank and field questions on trade liberalization, international aid, short-term capital flows (ie, Asian Financial Crisis) and immigration flows. One personal anti-globalizer in the class began ranting to us about how we let FDIs flow all their capital out of the country. I wish I could have started with “shut up and shit down” in Mandarin, but sadly I don’t know Chinese. So, instead I went with the idea that FDIs bring infrastructure (ie, roads, factories, electricity, etc) to countries that don’t have the means to develop them itself and can be used for the benefit of the country later on. Then he really did concede the argument (?)… and that was my most glorious moment of the day. I literally did nothing else exciting after that, just sociology, lunch, gym and work. (Lame. I know.)

Cabin Fever
After getting back from studying in the dining hall, I headed to Britney Brit’s room to see where everyone was for dinner. We usually congregate in there around 5:30-6ish to head up together. To my surprise, I found no one. (They leave their door ajar so anyone can walk in.) I tried calling Goldie, who I thought was asleep, but didn’t get an answer. So, I was faced with two options: 1) go upstairs and sit with anyone I run into OR 2) T-pee Britney and Becca’s room for not inviting me to dinner (Of course, I knew they probably called, but ignored that small fact.). Well, which option do you think I choose!? After finishing my elaborate “decorations” that completely covered their beds, ceiling and meticulously wrapped stuff animals, I headed to dinner to find them and join them for dinner. They told me they had tried calling and knocked on my door, but couldn’t find me. When they asked where I had been, I just shrugged and said, “just studying.” A little later Becca headed back to the room to get something and she came running back through the dining hall screaming: “Britney! Someone T-peed our room!” For some reason, they all turned to me before I could even crack a smile and told me that I had done it! I don’t know how they knew! (Well, actually I do.) But, they seemed to get a real kick out of it, and still keep a piece of the toilet paper hanging in commemoration.

Highs and Lows
My “high” was dragging Goldie and Dan all the way upstairs to look at Venus and Jupiter and finding that we couldn’t see anything at all bc of the lights from the deck. (Sorry, guys.) My “low” was having nothing exciting to report in my blog… maybe I should start making up crazier stories.