First Class January 20, 2009

A wet night at Canada college, wind and rain slash the tinted windows looking out on the parking lot, which is black and silver gray in the dying night. Struggling to follow the lecture and to stay on top of the assignment, I'm breaking into a sweat worried about where I am. Teacher is asking who has the class list, and that is not available to me. I do not have permission. I must be in china.