Where is my head???

Recently, no, my whole time in Ghana has been rather unacademic. Recently I was told that I have to write a paper, literally 2 pages long, on whiether I think that ethnicity is a human construct or not. I wanted to laugh, I thought it was a joke. I have done no homework since being abroad (not even homework that I have for Bard or that I know I will have for Bard, senior project and the like, next year,) and I can't imagine starting now. Whoops!
The adventures continue to be very interesting, and some rather odd, but there is nothing better than letting your brain rot in the 90 degree heat of equitorial Ghana.

On another topic of brain rot I feel that my boldness and stuborn attitude towards life is on a slippery slope heading towards the exit, never to return. What I mean by this is that never before I got here would I allow another person to make my evening, day or weekly plans, but here I seem to be the tag-a-long for many activities, though not all. Also at home I have never been guilted into doing things I do not want to do, but i feel like my moral strength is slipping away. I have agreed to be a dance teacher, where a person said to me, when discussing schedules, " you can only come from 12-2 what do you want to do? clean my floors?" and instead of standing strong I found myself bending to help and accomidate this person who had insulted me and is not paying me.

WHERE IS MY MORAL FIBER????

Also if you ever want to be challenged religiously, come to Ghana. If you are not religious you better have a really good reason why you aren't.

On a different note while speaking Twi, the local language, makes others completely thrilled, be careful how much you say they will think you are fluent and then will continue talking to you at hyperspeed, and you will be stuck- smiling and nodding. And then hopefully you at least know the word for wife, so that while you are smiling and nodding away you don't happen to agree to marriage, yes sportsfans it still happens all the time. Last night a road patrol officer asked me if i was married. I said yes! and he laughed.

I am off to spend time with cute kids who don't mind that my brain is gone. I will let you know tomorrow if it is back, and if it is not, any suggestions on how to keep it in my head would be more than welcome.

sometimes you just have to put things in words: ta ta for now.

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