Winter break (ga-pao) is almost over, friends. Emmet and I took a holiday hiatus from the immense burden of blogging to spend time with our dear ones. If you were wondering, my holidays (my family celebrates about fifteen) were splendid. My father, Shmuel, found us a delicious Christian baby (fig. 1) for the annual Chanukah sacrifice on the eighth day. Emmet celebrated Jesus, etc. with expected aplomb. Maybe he'll fill you in.
But all frivolous revelry aside, this post marks a sentimental time for my blog-compatriot and me. Like ourselves, many of our frienyons are leaving dear old campus for far-off destinations—Scotland, Wales, the Christmas Islands, Minnesota, Sierra Leone, South Africa, London, Peninsula, Djibouti—and will return only for Senior year and various Archon events.
This group of adventuresome superfriends will likely start their own blogs, and you can read about them at your leisure; however, we have no intention to share our soapbox. Buzz off, hangers-on.
In China, we will learn much more than how to survive panda attacks (Si-xiao, or the slang Si-dao, which translates roughly to "pandattack") and the ancient art of foot-binding. I expect we'll learn a bit about ourselves, too, and this blog will hit you from the back (with emotion) like a great movie montage (pa-dao), or time-lapse photography (fu-xiu).
I'm crying (xi-siu).
I'll miss you, Kenyon. So, so much.
