Wayback Machine Goes Back to School

A view outside of my aunt's apartment, from my first day in Ningxia.

The 'aunt,' her apartment is sandwiched between a middle school and an elementary school, ensuring that her walls always filled with echoes of the songs of sweet cherubs. This picture makes me glad that I am in my senior year at a ridiculously expensive private liberal arts college in New England instead of a public elementary school student in a communist country. No uniforms. Entrance exams. And most importantly, no gathering in the field at the same time every day, doing morning calisthenics to the same tired pop tunes day after day after day. A lot of big department stores and restaurants also like subject their employees to morning calisthenics, done collectively on the sidewalk, everyone in uniform, for all passerby to see. For all the sleepness lights and heavy course load this year, at least I'm not standing outside of any malls and there are no supervisors telling me told to put more spirit in my jumping jacks. That really makes college worthwhile.