I teach at a technical university in Zhongli. It is one of those places to which anyone can be admitted so long as they have money for tuition. hence, there are some real class acts hanging about. betel nut (which i have nothing against generally) is spewed liberally in the halls and stairwells, eager young minds shout things “hello man”, “shitta”, and “fucka your mother” on a regular basis, giggling as they go to the mirror to tease their hair, and cigratettes (which i have nothing against generally) are smoked openly in the halls and stairwells.
but today was one for the books. five kids are wrestling/screaming outside my class. i go out, and in a loud voice full of scorn, tell them to beat it. they all do except for one kid who spits toward my feet. i stand there for a moment, blood rising, but then breathe and go back to my classroom. then, a couple minutes later, loud laughing outside. i go outside and there is the kid with his buddies. his buddies run when i come out, but he stands there. i walk up to him and (now all in mandarin) ask if he spit purposely. he says i spit at him. on his shirt. that is within the realm of possibility since saliva may have flown out in mid yell. i say that if i did, then sorry, and ask him again if he spit purposely. now he says i spit in his face. growing tired, i tell him to be careful about spitting at people inside or outside of school. then he says he’ll be looking for me if i ever go to Zhongli. resisting the urge to end him right there, i smile and go finish my class.
the future is not bright!