The bright, golden sunshine that streamed in from the southward window deceived me into believing it was a warm, brilliant day. But the moment I stepped out of the elevator, I knew I was utterly wrong. This morning, a former roommate from Beijing said it was snowing there; now I felt it. The air must have come thousands of miles to carry with it such biting coldness. I wrapped my shawl closer around my neck. And into the shrill air and cold wind I went.
It was almost near the end of the term, so a general feeling of lethargy pervaded the air. The subject was laughably easy, I being the teacher; students are struggling pitiably. After learning this language for over six years, they still couldn't finish a sentence without stubmling.