Tonight, I took a taxi to our second campus across town to have a final dinner with a group of about 30 freshmen whom I've taught all year. We went out to a non-descript Chinese restaurant, ordered basic Chinese food, and ate it Chinese style at a round table with a large glass spinning tabletop.
I don't really remember what I ate, but I do remember that the student to my left turned to me and said, "I want to tell you something. You've changed my mind about America. Before I met you, I sort of hated it. Now, I don't."
