I love the ridiculously warm Thanksgiving in Twin Cities!
We set off Tuesday afternoon. On the way I took American Pop Music 101 lectured by Ms. Glover. The final was fun: the grade was positively correlated with the extent to which I burst into laugher when hearing “Weird Al” Yankovic’s parody stuff. Unsurprisingly, I got an A.

In return I taught Katherine to count 1 to 99 in Chinese. In light of her unique Chinese learning curve “practice makes worse,” in the following days we practised in the morning and evening only. Now she can translate Chinese numbers into English and vice verse. YAH!!!

I got so many things done in the six days. To make a laundry list:

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I’m going to California this weekend with Ru and Xuying. It’s a gift to myself for the past hardworking days. Not very clear about the trip plan [ okay, okay, that's the coolest part of the trip. Everything was arranged beforehand. All I need to bring is myself and my curiosity], I still long for it desperately. It’s always a good habit to do some research on the places you are going to.

It was such a long trip that I even started to suspect I would have to spend the rest of my life on the airplane, or… at the airport. Wuhan — Shanghai — San Francisco — Chicago — Milwaukee. I am still alive.

The journey told me one thing — I can beat time!!! I started off from Shanghai at 12:55 pm and flew ahead of time to arrive at S.F. at about 8 amo. Gee! I stole 5 hours from God! Waitwaitwait… it was way too early to cheer for the victory.

In the following six hours I was taught a good lesson about the usage of letter Q. Our flight queued for arrival; I queued for SEVIS; I queued for UA staffs to process my missed flights… It turned out I spent one more extra hour for the five hours I stole from God. Anyway, it was not too bad that at least the only thing I didn’t have to queue for was queue itself. I had learned so much about Q. My only question was — when would the lesson for R(EST) start???

The lesson for R began at 7:45 pm at Chicago O’Hare International Airport. Unfortunately, it was not REST but RESTART. My sense of direction was ruthlessly challenged by the layout of O’Hare. What a labyrinth! I was curious about how more than 190,000 smart travelers make O’Hare their airport of choice every day and how those passengers find their way out. Maybe I was the 190,001st???