Here I am, in my favorite internet café (I´ve been through a lot with them, namely power outages), not writing my impossibly intense history investigation, like I really should be. This week, along with the Thursday and Friday of last week, have been entirely exams, which is nice in the sense of getting out of school at 10:30 am but not so nice in the sense of being forced by the principal to complete tests in subject material I haven´t learned (the 16 or so types of conscience) or have completely forgotten (organelles... yeah Heather, shoot me) in a language that I am just starting to get a handle on in a conversational sense (technical vocabulary? forget it!). I did get a 5.0 (perfect) in Informatica Aplicada, aka write out equations in the right format for Excel class, but that didn´t surprise me. Today was the only day where the exams really made me want to shout expletives, for entirely different reasons. Half of the Ethics and Morals final was about the innate differences between man and women and why they should be paired in marriage at all times.... Well, you can see how much I liked that.
Things have been mostly good. I am cutting my hair tomorrow at a really good (and not bank breaking) salon tomorrow with my friend Roxana, if all goes well. I tried the most amazing drink on earth, chicheme, and all I want is more. Also, at my uncle´s birthday party I got to try a bunch of traditional panamanian food that nobody makes in my house, which was both very tasty and a refreshing change.
Maru is still a little ridiculous, but I´ve been learning more about my host grandma and she is fascinating... she has been through so much crap and continues to go through it, and she has the best attitude she could have while still accepting the bitter facts.
Love,
Laurel
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Don't worry, I hate the organelles too, it's awful listening to them learning it in Bio and thinking "crap, I know this, but not in the detail I should.... "
Why doesn't Maru make trad. food? What does she make?
Miss you
Maru doesn't cook. Mima does. And she cooks trad food, but only rice, chicken and plantains, every night the same. Forget obtaining a taste for anything else; that requires a restaurant.
I miss you. I could use a good friend here, in a big, big way.
*hug*
I'm sorry... Could you make it more interesting and learn to cook? Or is it all really easy?
Cookies are burning, will write more later :)
It's both easy and the kind of thing where she makes the sauce once every once in awhile and the rest of the time it's all common sense. Not that I have too much of that.
But things are getting better again! we'll hope they have the grace to remain that way.
Good!
Rice, chicken, and plantains? You know, we're learning vocab for food in spanish (or relearning), and I thought the limited range of food was unrealistic, especially since it had plantains and missed out on everything else. Guess not?
Also, letter on the way.
What they don't tell you in spanish class are HOW MANY words for plantain there are, all depending on how it is sliced. And nobody here uses "tostones," which is what they taught me in Spanish class. yeah. patacones all the way.
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