Again I am at CAFOD, but this time I walked here alone because I desperately wanted internet. Don't worry, Mom, it is only one block away from our compound. Apparently I never published my post on June 8, the last time I got internet. To be honest, I am happy I did not publish my last post because it revealed some frustration I had about access to the internet. If it were not for this blog, I would not even care about getting on the internet. But because I feel so highly pressured to update people about my well-being and to record events here for my personal sake, I feel obligated to update my blog. But I think I may have to force myself to write on MS Word, even though it feels like an essay, for the convenience. Hopefully when we get to Torit tomorrow, the capital of Eastern Equatoria, we will have an easier time accessing the internet.
Oh and please excuse my grammatical errors. I know there were many in my previous post, but keep in mind that I am trying to type as quickly as possible before Ed has our team moving again. When I get back to the U.S., I will probably look over this blog and revise it.
I am thankful for the people here. Everyone is extremely welcoming. All you have to do is wave and say "Marsalaam!", and people will respond with big smiles on their faces. But most of all, I love Bishop Paride. He makes me feel entirely safe, and if it weren't for him, I think I would go insane here.
Anyways, I wanted this to be short so that I can walk back and join my team before it gets dark. For your reference, Juba, Sudan is 10 hours ahead of California. Ok that is all...just wait until my next post, and hopefully that will be on time!
Reminders:
Ryan, the furniture all settled and Ashlee?
Linda and Carolyn, send checks to my mom and make sure you check my previous email to see how much you owe for the next month.
AWW! It started to rain!! I'll just walk through it...
-Neesha
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1 comment:
Neesha, do not worry about your grammar and spelling. I am convinced that it is the result of an insidious power field that surrounds all blogging software. Just as newsgroups are a tool of the devil, turning ordinarily kind, civil and responsible human beings into seething harpies of invective, so, I believe, blogs are a tool of Mrs. Browinger (my 5th grade English teacher) who would make the most pinched looking faces while marking up my papers with her crimson pencil of correction. In general, I write clear, concise sentences with an engaging tone and a complete lack of spelling errors or typos.
As soon as I starte writing comments ont he blogs, however, my fingers become stumbling drunkerds and I can't remember how to spell words like 'conjunkion' or 'splendide'.
Get the words and the images down now. Mrs. Browinger will be waiting to help you - or at least correct you - at your leisure once you return.
-- /emma's dad
p.s. - the check word is 'vgxxeeek' - That is either the sound Emma makes when she sees a spider in the shower or slang for a vegetarian geek. Not sure which...
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