>
I got lost and missed the first two classes periods.
I could blame the school, who told me to get off at the second bus stop on the New Campus.
I could blame the school, who told me to go to Building 5. It was Building 3. 哎呀
I could blame the school, who gave me such vague directions.
I could also blame myself, for not asking these questions and assuming.
Then again, I could indeed blame them for not giving me a printed schedule, which tends to help new teachers find their classes.
Instead, I’ll treat you to this awkward bit of “Chinglish” I caught at the New Campus Library. To encourage students to be quiet, or “shut the hell up”, they engraved the following words into a sign below neatly blocked Chinese characters.
Don’t make clamor.
Clamor. Can you imagine The Commons telling the weeknight socialites to not make any clamor?
Can you imagine the blank stares?
