I’m currently a graduate student, almost at the end of getting my Master’s degree in Educational Leadership and Policy Analysis/Global Higher Education. No, I’m not planning on being a teacher or a faculty member; a misconception many people have when they find out I spend eight plus hours per day in the School of Education. Instead, I’m being trained to work in student affairs, education policy, and being a staff member at a university or college that doesn’t entail grading half-assed papers and teaching a class full of hungover undergrads. Nothing wrong with being a faculty member or K-12 teacher; my strengths would just be better suited elsewhere.
I know who you were with tonight.
It is the Fourth of July in Chongqing, China, and I am in a bar with four other Americans and a crowd of Chongqing locals. We are all staring at a beer drinking competition being held for those celebrating Independence Day for a country approximately 7,000 miles away. Many locals participate as well, chugging Tsingtao beer as fast as they can while friends cheer them on — this is not just an “American” pastime in China.
His family lived in what you call, “the ditch”