the smiling thought monster runs after me, has no food
in the pics: my friend Kat at a dance; one of my students Ruta and the same dance; The vice principal's family.
3/11
I write my emails in Microsoft Word—and by the time I get to the internet, I hahve lost the emotion of the email, it’s just copy—paste—and send.
I feel different—not caught up writing my thoughts down on paper. For me—that’s important. Tonight—I brought 6lbs of mamoe (sheep—mutton flaps) for my samoan family. Everyone is happier when there is enough food. I shared some cocoa Samoa with one of the teachers, a time to sit back and do nothing…and then my type A kicked in again and I went for a swim around the protected clan area. (faasua)
3/9
I have a headache. I didn’t ride my bike up the mountain or swim in the ocean—that’s probably why. My stomach has been bothering me last week and this week. I feel like it’s because I’ m not drinking much milk. High school students from seattle are coming. Fun fun fun. It is very hard to pin down information in Samoa. I (feel like i_) can’t ask direct questions because it would be offending.
3/7
When I first came to sAmoa, I noticed many people in photographs didn’t smile. I wondered why. After living here a year and seeing how they live I understand why (maybe). Life in samoa is hard; it is hot all the time. The pictures and postcards tourists see of white sandy beaches anda sunsets is not the ‘real’ Samoa—maybe a very small piece of it.
Another couch surfing episode. This time having nothing to do with couches or surfing. A guy from the Ukraine sends me a message through CS website…wanting to exchange postcards. Ok. I just got his postcard, and mailed him one today.
Samoans [[[really]]] like to sing on the radio. Every time I turn on the radio, I hear someone singing. It’s nothing for them to spend 10 minutes singing into the radio…well, I mean singing.
Computer teachers meeting at the Teuila Hotel…white male peace corps teachers,..and Samoan female teachers. Hmmmmm.
Two big changes at school this year: no food prepared by families for the teachers to eat at the interval (recess). And no smoking in the staff room. Now I eat less and also inhale less smoke. I see a less less trend here.
I write my emails in Microsoft Word—and by the time I get to the internet, I hahve lost the emotion of the email, it’s just copy—paste—and send.
I feel different—not caught up writing my thoughts down on paper. For me—that’s important. Tonight—I brought 6lbs of mamoe (sheep—mutton flaps) for my samoan family. Everyone is happier when there is enough food. I shared some cocoa Samoa with one of the teachers, a time to sit back and do nothing…and then my type A kicked in again and I went for a swim around the protected clan area. (faasua)
3/9
I have a headache. I didn’t ride my bike up the mountain or swim in the ocean—that’s probably why. My stomach has been bothering me last week and this week. I feel like it’s because I’ m not drinking much milk. High school students from seattle are coming. Fun fun fun. It is very hard to pin down information in Samoa. I (feel like i_) can’t ask direct questions because it would be offending.
3/7
When I first came to sAmoa, I noticed many people in photographs didn’t smile. I wondered why. After living here a year and seeing how they live I understand why (maybe). Life in samoa is hard; it is hot all the time. The pictures and postcards tourists see of white sandy beaches anda sunsets is not the ‘real’ Samoa—maybe a very small piece of it.
Another couch surfing episode. This time having nothing to do with couches or surfing. A guy from the Ukraine sends me a message through CS website…wanting to exchange postcards. Ok. I just got his postcard, and mailed him one today.
Samoans [[[really]]] like to sing on the radio. Every time I turn on the radio, I hear someone singing. It’s nothing for them to spend 10 minutes singing into the radio…well, I mean singing.
Computer teachers meeting at the Teuila Hotel…white male peace corps teachers,..and Samoan female teachers. Hmmmmm.
Two big changes at school this year: no food prepared by families for the teachers to eat at the interval (recess). And no smoking in the staff room. Now I eat less and also inhale less smoke. I see a less less trend here.
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