So,
I was at the friendship center yesterday morning.
(I'm never there mornings, at least not usually.) We had to set up for the first ladies luncheon, so here we are getting couches/chairs from the back room, setting up for two hours for this thing. We were expecting over 40 people, so it was sorta tense at the friendship center, and even more tense for my Mom, who is the event's coordinator.
I unlocked the friendship center, got in to the trashed friendship center, where everything we set up the day before, was taken away. My Mom instantly threw a fit, (she is a stresser) I calmed her down (I hate when people freak out) and we started working.
Well, someone had this great idea that we should play bingo, and directed me to go online, and print out 40 bingo cards, and a call out sheet, so I google it, find it, start printing.
Then I find out, that I'm supposed to cut all these, perfectly. Sooo, I drag out the big office paper cutter, i'm sitting there, and people are just sitting there around me, having a nice easy conversation, when my Mom comes, saying "You know how those Mom's in the turn of the century would have lots of kids to raise up their farm? Well I had kids to run up the office..." Everyone laughed. Well, two hours later, I'm finished, with a big stack of beautiful bingo cards (if I say so myself) So, then I start greeting people, and we all sit down, pray, and start the chow-down.
After we eat, people talked for another hour, different parts of the table, people from the same country, or who can speak the same language. So I sat there as usual, kind of in the middle, of the Arabic and Hindi speaking table.
I have been learning Hindi since I was in 4th grade. And, evidently, I am not good whatsoever learning languages. (You would be surprised how much you can understand by just knowing simple words like: Milk, Water, You, How, Clothing, No problem, Leaving, Names, etc. etc.) Lol, but I'm still only getting half of the gist, which is a definite pickles to the highest moment, especially when people know that you have been learning it for that long.
Well, I'm completely absorbed, listening intently to the Hindi conversation, when all the sudden I look over the the Arabic speakers, and I realize they're completely staring at me, laughing.
I'm not one of those over-sensitive people guys. I don't usually think that much of it. But, you know what? They were totally staring at me. And it wasn't cool. Especially since I don't understand them, whatsoever.
So, I look at them, and they go on to say that they think my scarf is "interesting" and "not that flattering."
The probably didn't mean it that way, well, I know they didn't mean it like that.. But this is why I have a problem with honesty. Honesty hurts... lol
SO I go on through the day, and finally 4:30 comes around. Homework Center. I was helping Hajira, and Fatima, and one of the moody students was helping Ahmed, we were all at the same table.
So, I start with Fatima, who has to draw this random picture in a Roald Dahl book. She can't do it and Ahmed tells Fatima she is ugly.
"Be quiet Ahmed, please sit down and keep to yourself and do your homework." I tell Ahmed.
"Let your face be quiet Evie." He said.
"Let your face be quiet Evie." He said.
I ignore him, (as usual) and keep on helping Fatima. Of course, the moody student doesn't do anything, and I was hoping that he would say something to Ahmed, to shut him up. Ahmed goes on.
"Hajira has a mustache!!!!" He shouted.
Okay the whole room echo's, and so for this 9 year old, it's just a little bit traumatic. Everyone turned around, and looked at Hajira. The moody student looked at me. Like he wasn't sure what to do. I didn't say anything, hoping that he would tell Ahmed to shut up and concentrate on his homework.
Nothing.
"Ahmed, tell Hajira you are sorry." I told him, sighing. Hajira looked like she was going to cry.
he mumbled a apology.
Meh.
Well. That was the first 20 minutes of homework center.
After homework center, I walked out. Shami came up to me asking if I could help her with her new itouch.
So, the next hour, is me helping her through her hard times with a itouch. Do you know how wrong it is to get a itouch for your first ever mp3 player for a 45-50 years old who barely knows english?
Blech.
2 hours later, we started getting ready to get home. We got home at 9:00 at night. And, we didn't even use the bingo cards. :(
I don't mind being a missionary kid whatsoever. I'm not saying that I hate it, but I hate the absolute crap that we have to go through, which nobody ever notices.
Okay. The evie rant is over.
