When I think about my parasite...

Here I am in my office at 5pm on a tuesday thinking about the little ameobas that are living in my gut. They certainly do have a sense of humour. We've gotten to know each other over the last three weeks. They had a party in my intestines on sunday night, keeping me awake for hours. Then when I finally relented and when to the Doctor, they decided that they would not, under any circumstances be giving me any test samples. But 24 hrs later, in the middle of a class they kicked up again- however I am smuggly satisfied that now I can prove their existence and will get the medicine to kill them all.

Did you know that reoccupation with one's health and or bowel movements is an official sign of culture shock? Well, its not too hard to believe since over that last 5 years or so I have become increasingly more in-tune with my lovely intestines. However, is it just ironic that you are most likely to experience culture shock in places where your gut does become a main feature in your life?

I would also say that the amazing level of anger felt toward the quiet zambia girl in the Zamtel office as she told me for the third time that they would not be giving me dial-up in my house for the zillionth stupid reason, would come under the term culture shock.

And perhaps my obession with my "orangerie". Which, i have to say, if any of you do come and visit you will agree it is the most awesome room in the world. (oh shoot, exaggeration is also a habit of culture shock!)

So, here I am in my office at 5:15 on a tuesday thinking about how I will probably have to stay here for two more years. Not the two i signed up for but for an addtional one on top of that. Why? Out of love for zambia? I wish this was the case and it may be in a year or two but right now, its because of those meddling kids! That's the worse and best thing about being a teacher- you come to love your kids and I would never want to leave this 10th grade class until I've seen them through the IB.

Right, its 5:20 and I should have told you something interesting by now. Its much like MC Frontalot's song- I hate your blog. Sorry, I'll try harder...