Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Okay, I'm back. They called me and I knew I was going to be late but I decided to go anyways. So I walked down to the metro station (it's about a mile so it takes a while) and got on. Soon I was kind of dozing. All of a sudden I heard palatz sportoo so I jumped off the metro right as the doors were closing...only to find they had been announcing that was the next stop. So by this time I was going to be really late. I was trying to decide what to do when this guy comes down the stairs chanting something. I thought maybe he was collecting money because I'd seen a little boy doing that earlier but when I listened to what he was saying I heard, "Don't learn English. We are Russian. The Soviets were awesome. The Americans brought this depression upon us." and I started to freak out thinking "He's going to kill me!" So I edged closer to the two babuski I was standing next to hoping they'd protect me and as soon as the next train came I ran and got on. But it was headed back. So I decided just to go home. On my way, I had another interesting encounter when I ran into some Russian guys. I can usually intimidate most guys by being so tall, but Russian guys are tall to so they were scared. They were right in my way so I had to go between the two of them and they called out to me, "Девушка, девушка, где вы ходите?" (young lady, where are you going). It was extremely terrifying. But I didn't make eye contact and just kept going and they didn't follow me. I was really really happy to get home that night. And I got to eat borscht which was delicious. The next day I had to teach. It was a fiasco because none of us knew what we were in for. I had to teach in the kitchen but I wasn't teaching kitchen because we decided not to do it this week so I was trying to teach games and all of the kids were throwing a fit because they wanted to eat. This situation was exaccerbated by the fact that I had only gotten 4 hours of sleep because my stupid body believes that in changing time zones again I've gone back to Australia and therefore need to get up at 3 when I went to bed at 11 and this was the 6th night I've done that so I was getting really sick from lack of sleep. So when I finished, I went home and crashed on my bed and slept for 11 hours. This morning when I woke up, my host mom knocked on the door and said, "Bы гивёте?" (You're living?) When I said I was, she answered, "I vas first day? Yes?" Goodness life is getting hard. I think I am now going through culture shock. The first week was fine but now that I actually realize I'm staying here and have to teach kids everyday I'm kind of freaking out. But this too shall pass. Let's hope it does quickly.