I guess that most of the ZUFE students had seen the downloaded or pirated version of the Nanny Diaries because the girls and guys that helped me the most called themselves my “Nanny” which was an apt description. From feeding me every variety of Chinese snack (spicy bamboo shoot strips on a stick were my favorite), carrying my backpack and taking turns trudging up the stairs with me definitely didn’t make me feel like the responsible adult in the group. It was nice. I sort of liked being dependent instead of independent for a while.
