French is !$%#&^ hard!!! I don't understand anything and the food is horrible. I'm trying to poop but I have to have something in my stomach to poop. Its the end of February and I am starting to appreciate linguists and my colon a whole lot more. Its also hot. Really hot. And muggy. I'm actually really enjoying it because I have a sick sense of comfort... but I have to admit that life without air conditioning is a bit hard. You just don't stop sweating. I will be a sweat drop by the time our training is over.
Fortunately... I really haven't had too many illnesses. My host sister is in love with me... which would be hilarious if I didn't have to always be like... "Yo... get off me;" other than that uncomfortable family situation, I really can't complain. We've been asked to "discover" our neighborhood (like columbus discoverd America?... i don't get it)by our trainers, but truth is no-one really is quite sure about anything... nobody knows their real age and actually how they're related to each other. Everyone calls each other sister or brother, ma or pa, regardless of how close they seem to be in blood relations.

I want to say that I've seen some wild African stuff... but it would be a lie. I don't see lions, bears, and stuff... but I do see a ton of people who carry stuff on their heads... its pretty crazy when you see it at first but by now its gotton old. The bare breasts though... that never gets old. Ok... yeah... I was smiling when I wrote that last line :)