This is a narrative inspired by my time in China, but it also captures many of the themes prevalent in my Tokyo adventures. In my essay, I touch on the transformative power of direct experience, and this story chronicles the maturation of self-efficacy. Though there is a certain amount of whimsy in this story, the Chinese guide really did slow down and make a walking stick for me when I had trouble climbing the mountain. This was close social interaction, distinct from the scripted scenarios of buying food that I had so far experienced.
I reach my arms above my head in an attempt to stretch, but am unable to raise them all the way up. My bleary-eyed classmates shuffle around me in the predawn shadows, pulling on gloves and gathering extra water bottles. A rooster bugles wearily as the skyline lightens above the Great Wall.