患難見真情不是隨便說說。

You can always look through someone’s soul from little things. People who are fake are artificial in every detail.

Tired, just tired 😴

She’s never tired of doing blackface

Sus bitch being bitchy. She can just directly say, “your writing sucks; why don’t you write it earlier.” Bruh, I submitted 10 days ahead of the deadline; she looked at it the last bloody 2 days. My fault? Excu? And she made tons of mistakes, and my friend, who’s a native speaker, helped me to check. Fuck this shit.

Still remember the first day of class this semester. The prof directly asked one American student whose name appears to be “foreign”: are you an international student? And then, the prof: we shouldn’t assume these days ppl just naturally know all the western history. That’s why I make sure everyone is on the same page. (I was like... bruh, you just assumed)

There are a variety of annoyances in this world, but each of them means to give you a headache.

The Winter storm is coming. I plan to go outside and feel the wind.

Teaching early music is killing my brain cells. Now I learned Dante’s Divine Comedy and facts about the crusade, which is a pilgrimage initially, not a religious war. 🙃

ughhhhhhhhhhh. I’m just an awkward person.