Juicy, Cookies, Laughing...

The above words are all names of students from my classes. I love hearing them. Most of them are pretty normal; Jessica, Mia, May, Eric, etc. But then there is Week Line, Seaside and others.

It's been a great couple of days. I have 3 classes Monday and Tuesday and 2 classes Thursday. Each class is 2 hours long. 6 of the 8 are Oral English. The other 2 are Christianity and the Bible. In the English class I've been asking students what they want to learn. I get answers from table manners to college life to American's opinion on 9/11 to my childhood. It was great to hear them be so curious. In the other class I asked if you could ask one question to God, what would you ask? I got things like; Why do people have pain to are you a boy or girl to do you speak Chinese to are there peppers in America?

When I asked for questions the most common was are you married followed by do you have a boyfriend and finishing with do you want a Chinese boyfriend? I can't help but grin and say, " No. No. No."

All in all, it's been great.

Chocolate and Broccoli

Today I made chocolate chip muffins with the girl I tutor. She was a little shy at first, but then seemed to be having fun. However, when I offered for her to take some home she was REALLY reluctant. I know it's weird American food to her and I know I can't expect her to be culturally sensitive to me. I made her take some anyway.

I decided to make soup today. I have been feeling a little under the weather lately. I was going to buy a blender for the soup, but I changed my mind. I change my mind again though. I should have gotten it. The soup was pretty tasty. A tad on the salty side. The photo looks gross, but don't let that deceive you.

It never ends...

Even though I have been living in Asia for 2 months now, I'm still experiencing new things. About three weeks ago, I had a medical examination. It included blood work, urine test, x-ray, E.K.G, among other things. Test all performed Asian style...I was really glad to have Jessica at my side. For those of you that don't know, Jessica is my roommate/friend. She graduated from ESU and is studying language in our city.

Currently, I'm getting my visa changed. What an adventure it has been! I got to practice my language with a taxi driver. I went to the wrong train station. My hostel room is about the size of a twin bed, with a little walking space. The shower in the bathroom is located almost over the toilet, as well as the sink and mirror. I was really excited about this hostel experience. I love having crazy stories/experiences! As, I settled in to my room, I heard this strange ticking sound. At first, I thought it was the elevator. Then I thought it was a sewing machine. The shower? No, the elevator...Okay, I'm sure it's a sewing machine! Later, I could differentiate the shower noise from other noises. I also went to the clinic and not the consulate. I stood in a line that wrapped around the corner. I was number 107 in line. But I laughed about all the craziness happening...I hope I can keep laughing, especially when things aren't funny anymore. I always think I know where I'm going and Father provides someone to help me find my way. Like this girl complimented me on my shoes(TOMS). She politely asked if I knew where I was going and I told her and she helpfully corrected me. Everyone is so kind in this city.

After this visa business is done, I can continue getting ready to teach.