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A conversation between a professor and a confused graduate student:
Professor: _____, you are going to apply for the PhD program, right? When’s the deadline again?
Student: Umm… sometime in January, I think.
Professor: Are you sure? I’ll call the admissions office and double check with them. (picks up the phone, asks a few questions and returns to […]

I don’t understand the little street behind my dormitory.
It’s a little strip of street, with apartment buildings lining both sides for a stretch of 300 meters or so leading up to a t-intersection that is flecked with small restaurants (some of which are probably involved in extracurricular underground work, I imagine) and a small police […]

I woke up early this morning to get to class on time.
I didn’t wake up out of my own free will, but out of the impossibility of ignoring my alarm clock’s buzzing sound cutting the enormous distance between itself and my bed. Every morning, I give up to the alarm clock and get on […]

Yesterday:
The army of policemen and their bomb-sniffing dogs waltzing through the veins of Shinjuku Station made me feel uneasy, not because of their presence (and in large numbers), but because I was the only one who seemed to notice them. This can only mean one thing: The G8 Summit is in town. Well, not really […]