Reflection
After three and a half years, here's what I'd tell myself back at the beginning. There will be too many students for you to know them all. It's okay. They will see you and yell hello, hold your hand, or slip away with an awkward laugh -- it's okay. By the time you're done, you'll have taught thirty-seven classes of students, well over a thousand individuals. You won't remember all their names, but you taught them and graded them, listened to them and laughed with them, scolded and encouraged them, and it is enough. You'll dream of old students sometimes, despite the intervening years, and they will remember you, too. You'll walk the streets of Beijing, talk about their jobs, eat meals together. It doesn't always end on the last day of class. You will laugh, and cry, and panic, and want to give up, and want to throw a textbook at some of your students. But you'll settle for throwin