It is wednesday...my third day back in school. I forgot how strenuous it is. I know it is only school..but it is a long day...I go to classes for four hours straight! After the third hour I start to lose it. I think it is the ADD kickin in or somethin. But I cannot help it. I try so hard to care about what is going on but I start drifiting off thinking about what I have to do for the rest of the day. Since the last hour is nothing but exercises from the book it is not a big problem, for just about everyone drifts off at that point in there it seems like. The teacher asks people questions and they almost need the defribrilator paddles before they answer. I love learning a new language, and I am trying really hard...but four hours is just too much...Oh, the only person in there I talk to is moving back to Cali in 2 weeks...before the classes end...so I will have to suffer the last two weeks of class with all the Paki's and Sri Lankans in there...I am the only english speaking person in there besides Brian...and on those hot days the Paki's, Sri Lankans, and the Bangledeshi all start to smell bad cuz they don't wear deodorant...aaaarrrgghhhh

Work is going well...I love teaching, sometimes it is frustrating when you say something to a student and they stare at you like you are a wall...but then when you go back and explain it to him/her and all of a sudden he/she gets it...that is cool...