I was the first one up this morning for almost an hour, which was perfect for my Crazy/Love devotion? study? reading? I'm not really sure what to call it.
I really like what Chan mentioned about worry and stress. It is so easy to take on the weight of our lives alone. We tend to trust and rely on only ourselves when it comes to our responsibilities. We stop trusting God. I felt a lot of this last night. After the scorpion incident, I was terrified of finding one in my bed. I kept tossing adn turning and searching underpillows and blankets convinced I was going to find one. When in relaity, I should have trusted that whether or not I got stung, God would protect me and no matter what happened, He would be glorified, and that is all that matter. Not my safety or my comfort, but His glory.
The End.
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Today was Superbowl 44.
Vicky was excited.
She´s one of those girls that knows tons of great superbowl stats and stories, and honestly, the way she talks about it makes it sound lke the coolest thing. She has a way of telling stories that immediately draws you in and makes you want to learn. We watched some of the greatest clips from past Superbowls, and she was full of great, fun litle facts, and completely made Sully and Celeste fall in love with the game. She even made me fall in lvoe a little bit too. I think next season I'm going to make an effort to watch the games and learn more about football. It seems so interesting now.
The best part of this though, is that I have some weird kind of sixth sense for Big Games like this (proof: I once won 100 bucks by calling the score and winner of the BCS Championship at my school) Anyways... the score is 17-24, and Vicki is predicting how the Colts are going to score and it will go into overtime, since they have to ball and are getting closer to their endzone. I just kind of laugh and say that the Saints will intercept, score again and the Colts will have no shot and catching up. Game over. I walk back into my room and start talking to my mom when they come in screaming¨"How did you know? They did it!"
I just have a sense.
Sunday
Day 11: La Ceiba
So, the clan met Celeste up in La Ceiba today after her class. We all wanted to see a movie, plus we had to get some groceries, so we hopped in the van for a day trip.
Michael had mentioned La Ceiba as the place where you take the boat from to get to the island of Roatan, so I was pretty excited to see it for myself.
La Ceiba has a mall. I have not been so excited to see a mall since I was about 10. There was an Applebee´s and crazy stores, annnnd, my favorite.... an Abercrombie & Fitch knock off. (This was priceless.)
So, it gets to be three and we make our way over to the movie theater inside the mall, only to find out that it's actually showing in the other theater across the street, have I mentioned yet that it is POURING rain today? I´m wearing flip flops, so naturally I slip and fall, crushing my soda with my hand and causing it to spill all over me. We keep walking the 10 minutes to the other theater in the rain, only to find out we are the only ones who have showed up for the movie.
In America, we need to only sell one movie ticket in order for the movie to play... here... it doesn't work that way. So, now we are soaked for absolutely nothing. We walk back over to the mall and deicde to see the Accidental Husband. Let me just put out there that I have already seen this... over two years ago... but movies in Honduras... they run late. Also, they don't even care if you have sound. The sound kept running in and out and no apologies were made. In America... putting up would this would earn you a free movie ticket. (America is seriously the best country in the world.)
After the torture of the day, Celeste bought me a donut. (When you've been eating tortillas and beans for more than week, and desperately missing your best friends´ dad cooking, a dona is a happy little creature to lift your spirits and help you carry on.)
Afterwards, we go grocery shopping. With a 2 and 3 year-old, this is an impossible and exhausting task. Driving home with a 2 and 3 year-old also happens to be muy cansado when they're running, climbing all over and accidentally hitting you in the face.
I go to bed about 10, thinking that this long exhausting is finally over and the peace of sleep awaits. Just after 11, Sully bursts into our room (this happens quite frequently in the middle of the night) and she's muttering something in spanish i can't understand, but my subconcious understands there´s a reason to be afraid. I finally wake Celeste up enough to translate and she tells me Sully got stung by a scorpion and falls back over asleep.
I rush into Sully's room to make sure she's ok and I find her searching for the scorpion, convinced its still in her bed. I help her look for a couple moments before I spot it in the corner, and Sully is nearly in tears because she's so scared. I throw on Sully's boots, command Vicky to fetch me a bowl, a plate and some napkins, tell Sully to get the Raid, and hop on the bed determined to catch the creature that hurt my precious Sully. So, I make a quick plan in my head, in case my foot misses and I start creeping my way to the corner of the bed. I was my boot and SQUISH! The creature es MUERTA! Never in my life have I ever killed a scorpion, or even seen one so big, but now it is pasted in my journal, proof of my purpose and bravery.
After the scorpion is good and dead and mounted, I search my medicine cabinet for the right amount and combinations of meds to try and take away Sully's pain. I walk into the kitchen, give her strict instructions, then tuck her into the couch, since she refuses to sleep in her bed.
Now, finally... my day is over.
Michael had mentioned La Ceiba as the place where you take the boat from to get to the island of Roatan, so I was pretty excited to see it for myself.
La Ceiba has a mall. I have not been so excited to see a mall since I was about 10. There was an Applebee´s and crazy stores, annnnd, my favorite.... an Abercrombie & Fitch knock off. (This was priceless.)
So, it gets to be three and we make our way over to the movie theater inside the mall, only to find out that it's actually showing in the other theater across the street, have I mentioned yet that it is POURING rain today? I´m wearing flip flops, so naturally I slip and fall, crushing my soda with my hand and causing it to spill all over me. We keep walking the 10 minutes to the other theater in the rain, only to find out we are the only ones who have showed up for the movie.
In America, we need to only sell one movie ticket in order for the movie to play... here... it doesn't work that way. So, now we are soaked for absolutely nothing. We walk back over to the mall and deicde to see the Accidental Husband. Let me just put out there that I have already seen this... over two years ago... but movies in Honduras... they run late. Also, they don't even care if you have sound. The sound kept running in and out and no apologies were made. In America... putting up would this would earn you a free movie ticket. (America is seriously the best country in the world.)
After the torture of the day, Celeste bought me a donut. (When you've been eating tortillas and beans for more than week, and desperately missing your best friends´ dad cooking, a dona is a happy little creature to lift your spirits and help you carry on.)
Afterwards, we go grocery shopping. With a 2 and 3 year-old, this is an impossible and exhausting task. Driving home with a 2 and 3 year-old also happens to be muy cansado when they're running, climbing all over and accidentally hitting you in the face.
I go to bed about 10, thinking that this long exhausting is finally over and the peace of sleep awaits. Just after 11, Sully bursts into our room (this happens quite frequently in the middle of the night) and she's muttering something in spanish i can't understand, but my subconcious understands there´s a reason to be afraid. I finally wake Celeste up enough to translate and she tells me Sully got stung by a scorpion and falls back over asleep.
I rush into Sully's room to make sure she's ok and I find her searching for the scorpion, convinced its still in her bed. I help her look for a couple moments before I spot it in the corner, and Sully is nearly in tears because she's so scared. I throw on Sully's boots, command Vicky to fetch me a bowl, a plate and some napkins, tell Sully to get the Raid, and hop on the bed determined to catch the creature that hurt my precious Sully. So, I make a quick plan in my head, in case my foot misses and I start creeping my way to the corner of the bed. I was my boot and SQUISH! The creature es MUERTA! Never in my life have I ever killed a scorpion, or even seen one so big, but now it is pasted in my journal, proof of my purpose and bravery.
After the scorpion is good and dead and mounted, I search my medicine cabinet for the right amount and combinations of meds to try and take away Sully's pain. I walk into the kitchen, give her strict instructions, then tuck her into the couch, since she refuses to sleep in her bed.
Now, finally... my day is over.
Day 10: Starbucks sucks
Today I had a tasty treat.
It was this. ^
It was coffee, blended with ice, and finely chopped up oreo bits. Topped with whip cream that tasted like cake batter.
It was less than a 1/4 of the price of its Starbucks equivalent, and 10 times better.
Everything else that happened today pales in comparison to this.
Day 9: Dia de la muerte
This title is appropriate because today I feel like death.
Those worms from last night... I think they got me.
They stole my intestines, along with my happy and optimistic outlook.
I could tell it was really getting to me cuanto I was at school. I wanted to leave, to be back in America where everyone speaks English and I have my own car and air conditioning and you can go out for fast food at anytime of night. I was not myself at all, so I decided to go lay down in Fito and Sol's extra room y excused myself de clases para la dia.
So, I wind up sleeping the day away, awaking only when lovely peopl were bringing me comida y medicine. Vicky brought some medicine that she used when she was sick, and told me to take a pill, along with a really disgusting tasting solvent that I had to mix with water. So, I take the pill and it turns my teeth black. Gross. Now, I'm reluctant to also take the packet of medicine, since Vicky has warned me that its flavor is repulsive. I'm imagining some unholy mixture of carbon and charcoal that would attempt to choke me on the way down while screaming "I´m really only here to help!"
I finally buck up and decide to take the medicine, only to find out it tastes like a chopped up Fun Dip stick. You know that big white stick that everyone secretly wishes they would produce in mass quantities, so you could eat sticks until your hearts content... This is exactly what it tastes like. Disgusting? No. It is delightful, and I´m looking forward to taking more.
One of the really cute things about today though is that I wake up in a hazy, medicine-induced stupor to see little faces popping up in the front window. Then, they´re suddenly all moving to the open window by my bed, running adn screaming "Hello Miss Summer. Good Morning! Feel better! I LOBBBBE YOU!"
Kids can be a perfect kind of medicine.
However, this is also the dia de la muerte. The bad has not even yet begun.
Today, my little first graders start complaining about a bad smell. I smell it too and it is fouuuuul. I do a quick pit check just to make sure it's not me, before start searching around the classroom. Turns out it's coming in from the open window... and I spot our gray school rabbit, Princessita, not moving just under the window. I have no idea what to do. In America, this is one of those fragile moments that could easily damage a kids psyche, but here in Honduras... death is a part of life they're already exposed to. So, they kids aren't sad or upset, they're kind of excited. They´re making up stories about how it died involving snakes and ants. Unreal.
(Our rabbit Princessita is in that green plastic bag.)
Also, my great-grandmother died today. We all knew it was coming. She was 95. She lived a long full life. She saw two world wars, the Great Depression, 25 great-grandchildren, and could still remember all of it, until those last few days. It's weird being so far away because it doesn´t really seem real. I don't think it will be real until I drive to her house and realize she's not sitting inside. I was lucky enough to see her before I came back from school. I stayed for a weekend with her. I thought about staying longer, and I kind of wish I had, but the past is the past. You can't go back.
Those worms from last night... I think they got me.
They stole my intestines, along with my happy and optimistic outlook.
I could tell it was really getting to me cuanto I was at school. I wanted to leave, to be back in America where everyone speaks English and I have my own car and air conditioning and you can go out for fast food at anytime of night. I was not myself at all, so I decided to go lay down in Fito and Sol's extra room y excused myself de clases para la dia.
So, I wind up sleeping the day away, awaking only when lovely peopl were bringing me comida y medicine. Vicky brought some medicine that she used when she was sick, and told me to take a pill, along with a really disgusting tasting solvent that I had to mix with water. So, I take the pill and it turns my teeth black. Gross. Now, I'm reluctant to also take the packet of medicine, since Vicky has warned me that its flavor is repulsive. I'm imagining some unholy mixture of carbon and charcoal that would attempt to choke me on the way down while screaming "I´m really only here to help!"
I finally buck up and decide to take the medicine, only to find out it tastes like a chopped up Fun Dip stick. You know that big white stick that everyone secretly wishes they would produce in mass quantities, so you could eat sticks until your hearts content... This is exactly what it tastes like. Disgusting? No. It is delightful, and I´m looking forward to taking more.
One of the really cute things about today though is that I wake up in a hazy, medicine-induced stupor to see little faces popping up in the front window. Then, they´re suddenly all moving to the open window by my bed, running adn screaming "Hello Miss Summer. Good Morning! Feel better! I LOBBBBE YOU!"
Kids can be a perfect kind of medicine.
However, this is also the dia de la muerte. The bad has not even yet begun.
Today, my little first graders start complaining about a bad smell. I smell it too and it is fouuuuul. I do a quick pit check just to make sure it's not me, before start searching around the classroom. Turns out it's coming in from the open window... and I spot our gray school rabbit, Princessita, not moving just under the window. I have no idea what to do. In America, this is one of those fragile moments that could easily damage a kids psyche, but here in Honduras... death is a part of life they're already exposed to. So, they kids aren't sad or upset, they're kind of excited. They´re making up stories about how it died involving snakes and ants. Unreal.
(Our rabbit Princessita is in that green plastic bag.)
Also, my great-grandmother died today. We all knew it was coming. She was 95. She lived a long full life. She saw two world wars, the Great Depression, 25 great-grandchildren, and could still remember all of it, until those last few days. It's weird being so far away because it doesn´t really seem real. I don't think it will be real until I drive to her house and realize she's not sitting inside. I was lucky enough to see her before I came back from school. I stayed for a weekend with her. I thought about staying longer, and I kind of wish I had, but the past is the past. You can't go back.
Day 8 : Dia de VIA!
Today, our school dog, Sushi, had a puppy!
All day I waited for her to have more, since I've only really known dogs to have litters, but it turns out Sushi just wanted to have one puppy. He is quite adorable, and I´m trying to convince Fito to let me keep him. He could be a cute little guard dog. Maybe he would eat our bugs... although that may just be a cat thing.
On the way home, we saw a hen had just had a whole slew of little hatchlings. They were absolutely cute. We declared today a day of LIFE! VIDA!
Tonight, we sat around and watched Friends. (There are about three english channels, and during the day, one of them plays TBS.) So, we watchd the series finale of friends today, which means we'll get to see the whole series form the beginning now, which I'm excited about.
Sully also made dinner tonight, American style. She fried up some chicken, mashed some potatoes and steamed some broccoli. Though, she showed us that the broccoli here has worms. WORMS! I took a picture, but accidentally deleted it. So, we soaked the broccoli in salt water in order to kill them. I´m was suspicious though, so I checked my broccoli more thoroughly than airport security checks arabs.
All day I waited for her to have more, since I've only really known dogs to have litters, but it turns out Sushi just wanted to have one puppy. He is quite adorable, and I´m trying to convince Fito to let me keep him. He could be a cute little guard dog. Maybe he would eat our bugs... although that may just be a cat thing.
On the way home, we saw a hen had just had a whole slew of little hatchlings. They were absolutely cute. We declared today a day of LIFE! VIDA!
Tonight, we sat around and watched Friends. (There are about three english channels, and during the day, one of them plays TBS.) So, we watchd the series finale of friends today, which means we'll get to see the whole series form the beginning now, which I'm excited about.
Sully also made dinner tonight, American style. She fried up some chicken, mashed some potatoes and steamed some broccoli. Though, she showed us that the broccoli here has worms. WORMS! I took a picture, but accidentally deleted it. So, we soaked the broccoli in salt water in order to kill them. I´m was suspicious though, so I checked my broccoli more thoroughly than airport security checks arabs.
Day 7: MANTEQUILLA
Todays was Karroll's Birthday.
I constantly feel as if something exciting is happening everyday at school. Karroll is the one who's dad took us out on the boat. We all got together during the science lesson to have cake, pepsi and pass around presents and goodie bags that Karroll's mom brought to the school to give to the children. One little boy, Allan, brought out one of the small childrens chairs for me and said "Meez. You sit here by me." It was absolutely precious. Then he kept offering to get me an even bigger chair after he realized that it was indeed too small for me. All the kids kept offering me their cand too, which was so cute. One of the kids even game me the candy that Karroll's mom had made herself.
Allan also invited everybody to his house for dinner. His mom does pedicures, so she has offered to do them for us anytime we want. His mom made some fresh tortillas, huevos tomatoes and frijoles. Then... she whipped out the mantequilla. Vicky had told me awhile ago about this mantequilla, and I knew, just from her description that I would love it. (Mantequilla is a mixture of sour cream and queso blanco... or basically... Summer's dream food.) So, when I finally got to see it face to face, my eyes lit up and I got a huge smile on my face. Allan's mom thought this was absoultely hilarious and kept making fun of me the rest of the night for it.
The thing about visiting the kids houses is that usually their parents don't speak english, so communication is limited to body language. Not ebing able to the language gives you another sense almost. You learn to read eyes and faces. Allan's mom the rest of the night looked at me like a was a long-lost daughter, with love and tenderness in her eyes. So, together Allan's mom and I crossed the language barrier to a place where no words were needed.
I constantly feel as if something exciting is happening everyday at school. Karroll is the one who's dad took us out on the boat. We all got together during the science lesson to have cake, pepsi and pass around presents and goodie bags that Karroll's mom brought to the school to give to the children. One little boy, Allan, brought out one of the small childrens chairs for me and said "Meez. You sit here by me." It was absolutely precious. Then he kept offering to get me an even bigger chair after he realized that it was indeed too small for me. All the kids kept offering me their cand too, which was so cute. One of the kids even game me the candy that Karroll's mom had made herself.
Allan also invited everybody to his house for dinner. His mom does pedicures, so she has offered to do them for us anytime we want. His mom made some fresh tortillas, huevos tomatoes and frijoles. Then... she whipped out the mantequilla. Vicky had told me awhile ago about this mantequilla, and I knew, just from her description that I would love it. (Mantequilla is a mixture of sour cream and queso blanco... or basically... Summer's dream food.) So, when I finally got to see it face to face, my eyes lit up and I got a huge smile on my face. Allan's mom thought this was absoultely hilarious and kept making fun of me the rest of the night for it.
The thing about visiting the kids houses is that usually their parents don't speak english, so communication is limited to body language. Not ebing able to the language gives you another sense almost. You learn to read eyes and faces. Allan's mom the rest of the night looked at me like a was a long-lost daughter, with love and tenderness in her eyes. So, together Allan's mom and I crossed the language barrier to a place where no words were needed.
Friday
Day 6: Typical Day at School
So this new school where I'm spending 5 months of my vida is in the little town of San Juan Pueblo. Altogther this place is probably about 10 miles long I think, but most people will just describe it to you as "It begins at the river and ends at the gas station." I absolutely love this. I love places that are so small that everyone has to know everyone's name and business. I have always wanted to live in a place like that. However, in most of these day dreams, I also spoke the language and could communicate with more than just my smile. I'll take what I can get though. This is just one more check off of my Life Goals List. This is picture of just one mountain you can see from teh school. This one is in fact San Juan Mountain, which our city is named for, but it's only one of a string of mountains that surrounds the south side of the school.
San Juan has one street that runs through it. It is the only paved road in our little town, and from it subseqent little dirt roads pop off to lead to various casas y pulperias. Nosotros tenamos mucho de pequeños pulperias en nuestro pueblo. There is one on practically evrey corner. Although, I am practically a pulperia in myself. I am constantly providing things left and right para my roommates.
You need a guitar capo?
Well fancy that, I have one right here.
Medicine?
Hey, I´m a walking pharmacy.
My school serves some of the more wealthier kids in town. The parents pay ridiculous wages in Honduran terms for them to go the school. It winds up being less than $40 American per month, but for most Hondurans that can be a whole years wages. They show up in nice, new Japanese cars and get to wear the newest latest clothes.
There are those precious few though, who are here on scholarship alone. Thanks to the benevolence of some Americans, they get to have a wonderful education their parents never dreamed of being able to give them. These are the ones who have my captured my heart. The funniest thing about this though, is that they found me before I even had time to find them.
So, everyday except Wednesday I teach reading to K-3 and K-4. They are absolutely precious and I love working with them, so I pretty volunteer in there, whenever I'm not teaching other classes.
Mondays, I teach math to 1st and 2nd graders.
Tuesdays, I teach math and science to 1st grade.
Wesnesdays, I teach Handwriting to 1st grade and Science to 3rd grade.
Thursdays, I teach science and Art to 3rd grade, and Art and Music to 2nd grade
Fridays, I teach music and reading to 1st grade.
I pretty much come home everyday with paint underneath my fingernails, peeling glue off my hands, and brushing dirt off my clothes.
I wouldn´t have it any other way.
Day 5: Crazy/Love
So, currently back in the States, my wonderful friends and Sunday school group is going through the book "CrazyLove" by Francis Chan. Thanks to Pastor Matt's benevolence, I have my own copy with me in Honduras and plan on working my way through it with them. Only... without all the great questions and discussions... plus I'm not really sure how they're working thorugh the book, but I'm taking it at one chapter a week, which I plan to read on Sunday as a way to keep my home church in my life.
Chapter One was about stop praying and speaking at God, and to sit and listen and worship him. The part that I found most interesting and thought-provoking was the part about God as all-powerful.
It mentions specifically that we "live as though God was created for us, to do our bidding, to bless us, and to take care of our loved ones." This struck me because it's something that I think you forget to think about it. We go to God with our troubles, our worry and see it as his job to fix and take care of his mess that we've created for ourselves. When in reality, we were created for him. Our lives are for him. They way we live... he created that life. And yet we focus on ourselves. We ask God to do things in our lives... we have the audacity to call it our own life, when it's really all His.
That's it.
That's probably all I would have said in Sunday School.
I really liked that part.
Day 5: Tela Beach
So, today we all packed up at 8 o'clock to travel to Tela beach, which is about an hour west of our town. I was thoroughly excited on the way there, like a kid at Christmas time. A real Central American Beach, my heart could barely contain itself.
We arrived and it was so much more than I had imagined.
There was a wonderfully worn down pier with old railroad tracks that extended inot the sea, which Vicky and I jumped off of. And there were loads of old wooden canoes painted in beautiful, rich colors washed up on the shore amidst the palm groves. And there were horses... HORSES... bathing in the ocean water.
Everyday I see a little more that this is seriously my idea of paradise.
We arrived and it was so much more than I had imagined.
There was a wonderfully worn down pier with old railroad tracks that extended inot the sea, which Vicky and I jumped off of. And there were loads of old wooden canoes painted in beautiful, rich colors washed up on the shore amidst the palm groves. And there were horses... HORSES... bathing in the ocean water.
Everyday I see a little more that this is seriously my idea of paradise.
Day 4: And God said Ye Shall Rest
So, every Saturday Celeste has guitar lessons at the college in La Ceiba, so she gets on the bus at 6:00 in the morning, rides for an hour and half to be there in time for her 7:30 class. It lasts until one (too dreadfully long of a class for me) and then she once again gets on the bus in order to be home by 3.
Sully, is taking grad classes in San Pedro Sula to teach spanish, on the weekends, so Saturday mornings, Vicki and I are left alone to our own English devices.
We spent the day sleeping in until 9... sigh. Then, waking up and watching Slumdog Millionaire (in English! Hooray!) and cooking macaroni and cheese. I was glad for a non-busy day, because I've left Celeste's room, mostly a wreck with my stuff since I haven't had the chance to unpack or get settled yet.
So, I spent the day, reading, watching tv, eating and organizing.
I'll spend this post however telling you about my new town and new home.
I live with three other girls (it seems I am addicted to this, since this is how, in fact, I have been spending the past four years of my life.) So, I'm used to sharing rooms/living spaces/bathrooms with three other people. These past few years at college have prepared me excellently for this moment. Celeste, is my roommate, adn she's 21 too, but you'd never tell it from the look of her. She's an itty bitty size 0 thing, which she abhors by the way. She wants nothing more than to be taller and bigger, and I constantly try to tell her that girls in America would kill to be her. They really would. Celeste is the kind of person you instantly don't like because she's so insanely perfect. She has a beautiful smile, wakes up in the morning looking naturally gorgeous, and plays guitar and sings like an angel straight from heaven. She also has one of those iressistibly, bubbly personailities that make you like her even though you want so bad not to. Shé's also the kindergarten teacher at the school, and the fact that she can keep up and entertain 24 5 year-olds absolutely astonishes me.
Sully is 27, 5'5" and shares the same enviable genetics as her sister Celeste, but is thin enough to wear childrens clothes. Its sick. She's wonderfully dramatic, in the best possible way, and frequently starts sentences with "Guys, you know what we gotta do..." These sentences are always followed with plans of great things we're going to do, like climb mountains, go to national parks, camp on islands... etc. The adventurer in me delights in the fact that I have such a wonderful thrill-seeking roommate to abide and plan such things with.
Vicky is my last roommate, and my only fellow American. She went to Southeastern adn gradutaed early like I did, so she's my age adn we're both in the exact same satge in our life, which is always wonderful to have someone to share the journey with. Vicky played Soccer all thorugh college, so she's one of those sickeningly in shape people that are naturally good at everything, and make awkward atheletes like me realize just why we are so awkward... they hoarded all the good genes so they could be superhumanathletes.
These are the three wonderfuly people that I will pretty much be sharing my entire day with the next 5 months...
Sully, is taking grad classes in San Pedro Sula to teach spanish, on the weekends, so Saturday mornings, Vicki and I are left alone to our own English devices.
We spent the day sleeping in until 9... sigh. Then, waking up and watching Slumdog Millionaire (in English! Hooray!) and cooking macaroni and cheese. I was glad for a non-busy day, because I've left Celeste's room, mostly a wreck with my stuff since I haven't had the chance to unpack or get settled yet.
So, I spent the day, reading, watching tv, eating and organizing.
I'll spend this post however telling you about my new town and new home.
I live with three other girls (it seems I am addicted to this, since this is how, in fact, I have been spending the past four years of my life.) So, I'm used to sharing rooms/living spaces/bathrooms with three other people. These past few years at college have prepared me excellently for this moment. Celeste, is my roommate, adn she's 21 too, but you'd never tell it from the look of her. She's an itty bitty size 0 thing, which she abhors by the way. She wants nothing more than to be taller and bigger, and I constantly try to tell her that girls in America would kill to be her. They really would. Celeste is the kind of person you instantly don't like because she's so insanely perfect. She has a beautiful smile, wakes up in the morning looking naturally gorgeous, and plays guitar and sings like an angel straight from heaven. She also has one of those iressistibly, bubbly personailities that make you like her even though you want so bad not to. Shé's also the kindergarten teacher at the school, and the fact that she can keep up and entertain 24 5 year-olds absolutely astonishes me.
Sully is 27, 5'5" and shares the same enviable genetics as her sister Celeste, but is thin enough to wear childrens clothes. Its sick. She's wonderfully dramatic, in the best possible way, and frequently starts sentences with "Guys, you know what we gotta do..." These sentences are always followed with plans of great things we're going to do, like climb mountains, go to national parks, camp on islands... etc. The adventurer in me delights in the fact that I have such a wonderful thrill-seeking roommate to abide and plan such things with.
Vicky is my last roommate, and my only fellow American. She went to Southeastern adn gradutaed early like I did, so she's my age adn we're both in the exact same satge in our life, which is always wonderful to have someone to share the journey with. Vicky played Soccer all thorugh college, so she's one of those sickeningly in shape people that are naturally good at everything, and make awkward atheletes like me realize just why we are so awkward... they hoarded all the good genes so they could be superhumanathletes.
These are the three wonderfuly people that I will pretty much be sharing my entire day with the next 5 months...
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