My Ukrainian instructor arrived today. Of course, I went over to her residence hall with gigantic bags full of food. But it’s so funny. She’s from Bakhmut, which was a small town, not fancy. I come over, and she says, “It’s so beautiful here.* I really love it. But could I trouble you to show me how to turn off this wind?”
She’s not used to the AC. To me the AC is sacred. I’d rather rip my beating heart out than turn off the AC in August. But I respect cultural differences, so I did the unthinkable and flipped off the air.
* Our student housing is stunning. It’s in the woods, and you can sit on a balcony, looking at a beautiful lake, surrounded by pine trees. I have never seen better student housing anywhere.
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