I had a pretty awful sore throat last night. I can't figure it; shouldn't I be feeling better by now? Then again, the full recovery period is supposed to be six weeks.
I had lunch with a friend today which was nice, although writing in the notepad is getting very old. However, the man who runs the cafe knows me and gave us a free order of American bacon because of my throat. :) So that was nice.
While we were walking back to the uni, we paused in front of a pub so I could write things down for her to read. Across the street, a rubbish bin was on fire and billowing smoke into the air. While I was writing, a man in front of the pub said 'Can I ask why this is being done in front of a public establishment?' and indicated my writing. My friend said 'She can't speak and has to write things down in a notepad'. The man just walked off, without even apologizing. People here can be frequently rude, impolite, and unapologetic even if they committed a gaffe that most people would backpedal on. How many people would just walk off if they'd discovered the person they were challenging was mute? Anyway, both of us have become accustomed to rude behaviour here. She was telling me how she saw an elderly woman fall down in the subway station and everyone was simply irritated; they didn't even try to help. I wrote 'New York is nicer than this' and she replied, 'that is sad'. There are good things too, of course, but the bad things tend to be a lot more common. It's not a city I'd recommend to anyone.
I've almost hit the 9,000 word mark on my dissertation. Only 6,000 more to go...and six more days before my dietary and vocal restrictions are lifted. The time cannot arrive soon enough.
No comments:
Post a Comment