Days 5 through 9 (or How I stopped worrying and teached some gooder English)

This entry is going to be somewhat erratic as I am blending 4 days into one entry. There will be stuff left out, disclaimer and apology thrown out. Sundays during this odyssey will be pretty uneventful, so this one shall be the only one documented. Sunday service actually is pretty late, we get out of there around one in the afternoon after about an hour and a half. The pastor asked us if we wanted translations and we respectfully declined. Afterward, we all mingled in the KAIROS kitchen where we met a man named Jim and his wife who are originally from Louisville, Kentucky. We also met the worship piano player who is originally from Yorkshire in England. We cooked up some curry and then just hung out until about 5 o'clock. when we went to the internet cafe. Then pizza, yum a dum dum pizza. (End day 5) This week is the start of English classes which I think has been a fun experience for everyone. Before that though we (that's Emily and I) went to the vocational faculty for some more surveys which turned out to be much easier this time around now that we know what we are doing.

6 o'clock rolled around and it was time for English class. We made out way to the Ag facility and met up with our students. Emily, Kevin, Sara, and I were put into the advanced class whilst Luke, Sarah, Martha and Greg were put into the intermediate class, both of which are full of some colorful characters. Individual classes aren't going to be documented unless something extraordinary happens. My group consists of (this list dwindled and grew over the three weeks of class) Dino, Meliha, Adna, Edina, and Senad. (contd...) So far in class we've had very interesting talks about everything from pet dragons to a can of worms being opened about the Serbs. The tradition after class has become the coffee pastime. Half of us go to the BBI while the other have goes to the Importann Centar. One night we went to a cafe called Barbarossa where, upon snagging a pizza, I almost broke my tooth on an unpitted olive. Oopsa. Monday night, Meliha talked to me fora quite a while about the war which was quite humbling. (There is an additional part to this entry about the talk we had, but I'm not enclosing cos it's kind of a for me thing.) After this entry I shall resume writing everyday. (Yeah, that was overly ambitious.) Till next time, remember Rule 32.