Classes started this past Monday and I was caught off guard because not a single word of English was spoken by the professors in the three major classes. I've grown more acclimated to it since Monday, but there are still some patches in comprehension. In one class, we went through where each student was from and there were about 12 unique countries in a class of less than two dozen (photo below was taken before everyone in the class had written their country on the board).
My condolences to the Chinese language students from Uzbekistan who need to memorize 6 characters to spell their country's name in Chinese.
Within our group of friends, we have picked up the hobby of pointing out T-shirts and signs with broken and/or vulgar English and documenting it whenever possible. Here is one taken at the nearby bubble tea stand and another taken at the Century Mart plaza.
Saturday we visited the markets at Da Hu Tong, which was incredibly extensive. This is what I had imagined when I thought of China before.