Lets Get This Party StartedSo guess who supervised his first high school dance last night? Wait, before you start guessing, I'll tell you. It was me.
There is nothing like the torrent of emotions and hormones that spew forth during these parties. The dj arrived sometime around 6:30 to start setting up, and there were many students who had already shown up for the car show earlier in the day, hosted at the school. But eventually, the school filled up with around 300 kids (most of which were not from our school). And thats when the fun began.
It was different than the dances in the states, though. Here, the guys and girls don't really intermix their dancing. It was all guys on the dance floor, grooving to the music. The girls were on the side, watching and sometimes getting their own groove on.
For my part, I was content to watch. I roamed around talking to students, sometimes pretending to be cool. Which is a funny thing - the students don't know what to do with me sometimes. I'm young enough that, under different circumstances, I could be someone that they deem cool enough to emulate. But then, I'm a teacher. So I can see the wheels turning in their heads as the process whether or not to take me seriously.
In the end, they usually don't. And I go back to my corner and dwell on the fact that I'm STILL not one of the cool kids.
Dust StormsMinnesota has snow storms.
Texas has hurricanes.
We apparently have dust storms.
Well, we haven't really had any dust storms. But I've heard stories. However, in the last week we've had large amounts of dust come over, aparently from Saudi Arabia. Its nothing more than slightly heavy fog. But it coats everything in this annoying dust.
And I know you are asking, "who left their apartment windows open?" Well, let me tell you. My roommates. Though I don't blame them. Its been a habit we've gotten into. But we came back to find all of our possesions clothed in the light brown desert deposits. Gross.
