Honestly, nothing blog-worthy has happened since my last post on Tuesday.
Wednesday, I taught another day of school, this one MUCH more successful than the last, considering Angel accompanied me to every class. They're a little scared of her.
Thursday, I woke up early to go to the school, and instead they told me that I'm going to an art gallery. Okay..? Whatever. So I jumped in an auto-rickshaw [picture below.] and was towed around to everywhere BUT an art gallery. I had woken up feeling a little sick, and this little trek was NOT helping. Each new place we went, I immediately scoped out a place to throw up if need be. Yeah, nice. Finally, as we were sitting in waiting chairs for one of Angel's appointments, I got a tiny bit feverish and had a long conversation with Nick in our own language. Yes, Nick is still in the US. And no, we do not have our own language. At this realization I realized I needed to go home. A good decision, based on the fact that I ran upstairs and threw up right when we arrived. I love how I got sick the day after I rejoiced to everyone that I hadn't gotten sick yet. The irony is awful.
Friday, I was still pretty sick. So I didn't have to teach, thankfully. By evening, though, I felt MUCH better. No more crazy hallucination Nick.
Saturday, I woke up early to go to school, [yes, there's school on Saturdays] feeling fine. Nothing. Not even an art gallery. Just. Didn't do anything. I Facebooked all day. I don't get why.
So Saturday was a little...nerve-grinding. I got five days to teach my photography class. I went to two. Yes, I get to extend my class. But STILL. This is not the first time things like this has happened. "Definitely" is not a word here. Plans do not exist. They say we're doing something tomorrow, eh, we'll get around to it next week. I don't understand it! It's so frustrating. It's really hard to explain...just. Pray for me. It's getting really discouraging that I leave everything for three months to come help here, and they say "Well, since you're here for three months, we can wait." [No. They have not literally said that. It's just a summation.]
It's not that I regret coming. I really don't. It's just...ugh! I wish I could explain what I'm trying to say. I could just as easily been checking Facebook in a country where they use toilet paper.
But I'm waiting on God. He's got his reasonings. I'm trying not to give up just yet.
There's a few things that have been curing my boredom, though. :]
1] Etsy shopping! Er..browsing. I love love love Etsy jewelry.
[second image - get it? Like. Key to your heart. I found it clever...]
2] Wistful decor shopping.
[love love this. been planning on painting this one on of my walls for like. A year.]
[ohhhh, i love bookends. yes those are fish.]
[yes. i am five years old. yes. i want to be a pirate when i grow up.]
[dinosaurs have kinda been my thing since i was like. five. don't make fun.]
3] Clothes shopping!
4] This boy. :]
[mhmm. i love him. ha.]
5] Ben 10.
[it's the only english show on tv. shut up. it's good.]
7] Blog posts about random crap.
[auto rickshaw! meet india's taxicab.]
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Almost all of these photos/cute objects can be attributed to various sellers on Etsy. I was introduced to Etsy by Michelle, I think, and it's definitely worth visiting.
Question: Is it "London Bridges falling down" or "London Bridge IS falling down"?! I've always sang it as bridges, but if it's not...I'm crestfallen, to say the least. It's like this is life's way of getting back at me for never believing in Santa Claus.