13:22, 14 May 08
It was bound to happen.
"You're so…different!" the girls at my lunch table exclaimed. "Not that it's a bad thing…," they quickly recovered.
Everyone was speaking in Setswana, and I had asked whether people learn English or Setswana first. I learned that pretty much everyone's parents are bilingual, and so everyone grows up speaking both. Some students, however, speak only English, even though they are Batswana. I said that I wished my parents knew two languages, so that I could've learned them both.
"So you only know English?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Well, that's because you're American."
I quickly mentioned my pretty good Spanish, and said, "That's why I sometimes really don't like
I'm going out shopping with a staff member (I'm trying not to use names to protect myself and others) who I met at Deerfield when the marimba band came, to buy some things I forgot or couldn't pack…soap, a blanket, a sim card for the cell phone the school is letting me borrow. I have to exchange my US dollars into pula – the rate is roughly 6 pula to $1.
The electricity keeps blacking out.
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