"Foster" home
Mom, Dad and Sean went to Miami this week for the 2016 Market America World Conference. While I did enjoy it somewhat last year, I can't afford to miss a week in high school. So I ended up living with some family friends. Fun!
Senhan lives near the other middle school of our district, the one that's not near the high school. It was novel because I've actually never been to that side of the community. His family is wealthy, and that's an assumption based on what his house looked like. It was HUUUGE.
Senhan lives in a strange house. Its appearance set it apart from everything around it. It has a rounded top and orange brick body. Inside, everything is Chinese. The furniture is not just made in China, which is not rare, it's also in a Chinese style. I'm to sleep and work in Senhan's room for the week. Not something to complain about, at all. He's only a 9 year old kid, but has his own king-sized bed and a flat-screen TV in front of it. He has a full feature bathroom built into his room, which I always wanted (I occupy the bathroom in the morning for a LONG time). The house has at least 3 rooms like that. It's so amazing, except nothing is really set up yet. The bathtubs are dirty, the showers don't have stall walls, and there were still some uninstalled furniture lying on the floor. It was newly built recently. I heard they airlifted everything from China. Geez, they're rich. But would I rather live in a deluxe home without renovation, or a simple one that's nice and neat? Probably the latter, which is pretty much my own home.
I arrived at the house soaked, because I had to walk in the rain. This time, it wasn't my choice...and I didn't feel badass afterwards. So I needed to take the bus to this new address, and I wasn't sure which bus to take. I didn't know at all, actually. I should've just asked every bus driver if they come to this area, but I didn't think of that quick enough. So when finally what I thought was the right bus came, I took it even though the driver said she doesn't drive there. Whatever, it was close enough...or so I thought. I was on Google Maps while on the bus, tracking our route. When the remaining time became 2 minutes, I got off the bus. What I didn't realize, and I should've, was that the estimated time was based on car speed. That's 50 kmph, and a human's walking speed is 5 kmph per hour. (Yeah, I use metric, I'm so cool. I actually used to be more comfortable and more proficient with the metric system because it's what was taught in China. Only before being forced to use "customary" - which is only customary in America. Why must the US use its own thing. It's more convenient for the international majority if it submits to the widely accepted system of the world.) So I had to walk much more than I expected, in the rain, on the wet road, which had no dry spots I can maneuver for. Seemed like I did not want to go through a rain walk a second time. I thought, no way I was sober last time for willingly choosing to walk over taking the bus. All I wanted was to be home!
Productivity hasn't improved in the new environment. It was a room all to myself with supposedly no distractions, if I could control the laptop and phone. Without my parents there to tell me to go to bed, sleep appeared less important. I went past midnight on all of the nights and even worked all night once, without any sleep. The lucky snow day after the all nighter probably saved my life. Sleep deprivation could kill.
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