questions and answers and other streetcorners

Last night I had my first lesson of the program titled Professional Diploma is Creative and Critical Thinking. I brought a bottle of green tea, arrived class a few minutes early to find a seat by the window where I can catch a tiny glimpse of a Mongkok streetcorner.



I love Hong Kong people, though I have yet to come to define what kind of sentiment it is. At the same time, I hate them. I hate them when all they seem to talk about are people’s appearances. I hate them when they come to class expecting me to tell them all the answers. I hate them when they talk loud on their cell phones. It doesn’t bother me when people from other countries do these things. But I hate it when Hong Kong people do these things, as though the people are my own children.