This is a blog post about why I am not writing a blog post.
Lots of cool stuff has happened in the last few days. I even made videos of some of it which I will post on YouTube at a later date. And it would be really cool if I were to type up a blog post about this awesome stuff and share it with you. But I’m not going to because: Continue reading
Per the request of my aunts, I will now proceed to write a whole entire post in question-and-answer format, answering all their questions because otherwise they argue about who’s cuter. (You’re both cute).
I will begin with Arzelie, M&Z: (No, this is not indicating any sort of favoritism, Prairie).
Geeks like to gather together in large groups, sort of like schools of fish or herds of four-legged grass-eating cheetah snacks.
Perhaps it’s a primordial instinct.
Perhaps we feel safer that way.
Perhaps that’s why we go to conferences.
Yesterday I attended the Rotary Youth Leadership Awards program at a nearby Government School (would be called public school in the US). When I arrived, an hour late, the program was already in full swing. It was a sort of leadership training workshop for the 10th grade class, taught by Rotarians. Since only 40% of the class was learning in the “English medium,” and the rest in Telugu, (one of the regional languages in Hyderabad), the workshop was taught in Telugu.
Amalia’s name was in the role-call in this recent Pioneer Press listing of local National Merit Scholarship semifinalists. She was one of four homeschoolers listed.
I would like to begin this post by saying that the plural of “Bus” should be “Busses,” because “Buses” looks like it should be pronounced “booses,” and that’s weird.
The big news this week is that I’ve started school. I also have a mosquito bite on my foot that really itches, but somehow I don’t think that will be of very much interest to anyone but me.
I had to get up this morning and go to the Foreigner’s Regional Registration Office again to try and get registered.
I didn’t get registered. Surprise surprise.
Here’s the full story:
At the airport, the very chatty and totally unintelligible Immigration officers handed me a large piece of paper folded 11 times into a little tiny booklet, jabbered something about the Old Airport and something about 14 days. After I’d settled into my new home a little bit, my host dad explained that I needed to register at this one place with yeahsomethingpaperwork within fourteen days of arrival because I’m staying in India for more than 180 days.
Hi! I’ve been in India a whole week, and I just keep loving it more and more. I haven’t been able to post as soon as I’ve liked, because I am staying with the girl, Rachael, who is going to Northfield, MN, and I didn’t bring my laptop along.
In case you didn’t get the memo, I’m in India this year! I left Monday night and arrived Wednesday morning, but about 10 hours of that was time change. My flights went well. The first one was packed full, so no sleep for me–but the second was literally empty (Though still a huuuge plane), so I stretched out across a couple of seats and enjoyed myself immensely.