Greetings to all and happy June! Wow, how the time flies. Things here are going well.
Just a quick update to let you all know that the school direction and I have been working hard on getting a Computer Learning Center proposal up and running... and we finally did it!
Computer Learning Center
Every year, hundreds of 10th grade graduates from a village in Mozambique continue their educations at secondary or technical schools in the provincial or national capital. They arrive at their new schools with a huge disadvantage in comparison to their city peers: they have no computer skills.
This project aims to give basic computer skills instruction to Mozambican teachers and students each trimester. These skills will not only improve the quality of education at the school, but will also reinforce to the community the importance of a continuing education. Funds raised will purchase computers, a printer and computer skills textbooks.
For more information and to contribute please CLICK HERE
Any donation amount is greatly appreciated! When I have a better internet connection, I will upload some recent pictures of our library (proposed Computer Learning Center location) and some of my most dedicated students!
Thanks so much for your support!
Lauren
Friday, June 19, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Translated directly from a Moz newspaper...
Come to Discover Dr. MAGOMAMOTO
Traditional medic with many years of experience in East Africa and Arabia, now in Maputo!
Mwosha Remedy- is a remedy that brings luck when you want to get married. Make yourself well-liked at work to climb the career ladder, also gives intelligence at school and good grades on an exam.
Super Shaft Bomba Remedy- get great results if you want to make your penis grow. Be big and fat how you would like in 4 days.
Radikansu Remedy- is a remedy that returns stolen items, orders your lost love to return in 1 day
Umwita Remedy- is a remedy that makes you have clients at your business, also protects your house, your land, your business and your garage.
Tembosha Remedy- gives great results for a woman who cannot conceive, it helps to have children. The treatment is for 5 days.
Inkuta Mix Remedy- is a remedy to enhance your sexual potency and starts to react after 15 minutes.
He also has remedies that diminish your tummy and fatness. He gives remedies for luck, high tension, diabetes, and a remedy for swelling in the legs that also gets hot and gets rid of bad spirits. Also has remedies for vision problems, to reduce large breasts, to make a woman look thinner, to have hips, also cures illnesses that people have had for many years.
25 Av. de Trabalho - Cell: 82 55 55 555
CALL TODAY!
Friday, February 27, 2009
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood...
Mercia and Lourencia (daughter and mom)
haha mercia
girl time
Lourencia cooking couve
it's actually quite delicious
Daise was determined to braid ALL of my hair. It took almost 2 hours, but look great.
Daise
Mercia and Daise at home
Mercia
a HUGE bug inside my house. it's like a flying spider beetle and i swear it's prehistoric
more to come...
Friday, December 26, 2008
Congratulations! We are all American today!
Happy holidays from Pennsylvania! I feel so fortunate to be able to spend my holidays at home with family and friends. Staying and traveling around Moz wouldn’t haven’t been too shabby either, but I had a plane ticket and I was determined to use it. Aside from the altered sleeping patterns and instant through the roof improvement in food variety and taste, I really haven’t had culture shock upon my reentry into the 1st world. Showers are great, microwaves even better! I didn’t miss the icy weather, but the snow was refreshing. HOLY COW, IT’S COLD! And it’s not even THAT cold. I’m such a wimp.
Quentura! Hotness! Word of the month in Mozambique. I went from sleeping in fleece pants, long sleeves, socks and 2 blankets to the bare minimum and a fan screaming air in my face all night. Before I left to fly home I remember hearing the temperature was 40 degrees Celsius. That’s 105 Fahrenheit. 105 degrees people!! 105... in the shade with no swimming pool, air conditioner, cold running water, ice cream or ice cubes. It’s brutal. The only thing we have going for us is the beach, but the sweaty 2 hour bus ride with a baby on your lap, a goat under your seat and an armpit in your face isn’t nearly as fun as it may sound. If you can hack it, the beach is worth it though.
Tofo
I have officially finished 1 school year as a teacher in Mozambique. The year was one big experiment and I’m actually looking forward to next year to see if I can switch somethings up a bit. National Exams for our 10th graders went pretty well from my standpoint… but I didn’t even set foot inside a classroom so that’s not saying much. Apparently word has gotten to the school direction that I’m quite the b**** when it comes to controlling exams. “Controlling” an exam is pretty much being the one teacher in the classroom with (in my case) 70 students, sometimes 3 to a desk, who are taking an test. Cheating is rampant and blatant and I don’t tolerate it. If it’s my exam, it gets torn in half as soon as I catch them and if I’m controlling another subject, the test gets a lovely fire engine red marker line right through it so that their teacher knows they cheated. I staple the cheat sheet to the exam as well. In one 45 minute period of test taking, I average about 15 cheaters. But that doesn’t mean the other 55 kids aren’t cheating. They probably were going to cheat but decided against it after they saw my ripping and red marker rampage. So for the National Exams they didn’t let me control one exam because the school needs report good grades so that the school won’t lose funding from the government. So pretty much, schools have to lie about grades in order to keep the educational system alive. Most teachers give students free reign to cheat because, rightly so, they’re afraid to lose their jobs. It kind of made me mad that my school exiled me from controlling, but then I realized that they actually take me seriously and in some weird, distorted way… they respect me.
So I spent most of this time outside of the classroom in the school office where I worked non-stop on a funding proposal to the US Embassy in Maputo. The school and I are trying to put our beautiful library into use by creating a computer learning center. If the Embassy proposal is accepted, we’ll be able to purchase a computers, a printer, a photocopier and textbooks for the community to use. Our school does have 2 computers in the office, but the only people authorized to use them are the principal, vice principals, one secretary, 2 high profile teachers and me. Our school has 60 teachers and 3,000 students (grades 8-10) and it‘s growing every year. It’s the only secondary school in our district. That’s like saying it’s the only high school in the entire county. For those at home, imagine Reading High being the ONLY high school in all of Berks County or McCaskey being the ONLY high school in Lancaster County. It’s crazy. Every year there are hundreds of students who graduate 10th grade and study 11th and 12th grade in the city and are at a huge disadvantage because, unlike their city peers, they have no idea how to use a computer. This center would be available for everyone to learn how to use a computer, how to type, print, organize data, make lesson plans, improve writing skills… I could go on and on. I’m mentioning this because I’d appreciate if everyone could say a prayer, cross your fingers, whatever… for this proposal to be accepted. It would change Cumbana Secondary School. Also, the Embassy proposal doesn’t cover the entire project cost. I’m currently working a second funding proposal through the Peace Corps. If accepted, the Cumbana Computer Learning Center project will be able to receive donations online. Hopefully, I’ll have some good news and/or further information very soon.
One moment in Mozambique that I will never, ever forget is when Barack Obama won the election. Several Americans in the Southern I’bane area gathered to watch the whole thing go down on satellite television. We saw it happen, LIVE, at 6am after a long night of struggling to stay awake as the electoral college scoreboard lit up red and blue. I’m not political, at all. I get caught up in the excitement of the race, change and my right to vote, sure…and a lot of that has to do with working in tv news, but I’ve never declared myself to a specific political party. Hell, I didn’t even vote. My absentee ballot never arrived in Mozambique. The seconds, minutes, even days that followed Obama’s win were AMAZING. The 7 of us watching that morning received text messages and calls from Mozambicans congratulating us, America, the world for electing the first black US President into office. “Congratulations! We are all Americans today.” The response was amazing.
Upon arriving back in my town that morning, you would have thought that I won the election. Hugs, hand shakes and high fives (my contribution) were in an overwhelming supply. I memorized Obama’s family and road to the white house history because so many Mozambicans ask about him. They make life comparisons and realize there are blacks in the US after all. They make declarations to move to the US, to be the next President, to give me their son to marry so he can be the next President. I smile because they are excited about America. They know something about America outside of the fact that Teacher Lorena is from there or that they hate the current President (but they don’t know why). I smile because for the first time, I’m outside of the US and I’m not embarrassed or afraid to say I’m an American. I’m not saying Obama is going to save the economy, clean up the Middle East mess, improve healthcare, give citizens a tax break or live up to set forth expectations. But his image, America’s image, his victory, our victory has already changed so much about how the residents of my small African village view America, Africa, the world and the future. And for that, I owe to him and to everyone who voted my congratulations and thanks.
Merry Christmas and best wishes to everyone for 2009! I couldn’t have done 2008 without your letters, pictures, emails, packages, encouragement and support. Thank you! Gracias! Obrigada! Kanimambo! Nhibomguide!
Lauren
Quentura! Hotness! Word of the month in Mozambique. I went from sleeping in fleece pants, long sleeves, socks and 2 blankets to the bare minimum and a fan screaming air in my face all night. Before I left to fly home I remember hearing the temperature was 40 degrees Celsius. That’s 105 Fahrenheit. 105 degrees people!! 105... in the shade with no swimming pool, air conditioner, cold running water, ice cream or ice cubes. It’s brutal. The only thing we have going for us is the beach, but the sweaty 2 hour bus ride with a baby on your lap, a goat under your seat and an armpit in your face isn’t nearly as fun as it may sound. If you can hack it, the beach is worth it though.
Morrungulo
Tofo
I have officially finished 1 school year as a teacher in Mozambique. The year was one big experiment and I’m actually looking forward to next year to see if I can switch somethings up a bit. National Exams for our 10th graders went pretty well from my standpoint… but I didn’t even set foot inside a classroom so that’s not saying much. Apparently word has gotten to the school direction that I’m quite the b**** when it comes to controlling exams. “Controlling” an exam is pretty much being the one teacher in the classroom with (in my case) 70 students, sometimes 3 to a desk, who are taking an test. Cheating is rampant and blatant and I don’t tolerate it. If it’s my exam, it gets torn in half as soon as I catch them and if I’m controlling another subject, the test gets a lovely fire engine red marker line right through it so that their teacher knows they cheated. I staple the cheat sheet to the exam as well. In one 45 minute period of test taking, I average about 15 cheaters. But that doesn’t mean the other 55 kids aren’t cheating. They probably were going to cheat but decided against it after they saw my ripping and red marker rampage. So for the National Exams they didn’t let me control one exam because the school needs report good grades so that the school won’t lose funding from the government. So pretty much, schools have to lie about grades in order to keep the educational system alive. Most teachers give students free reign to cheat because, rightly so, they’re afraid to lose their jobs. It kind of made me mad that my school exiled me from controlling, but then I realized that they actually take me seriously and in some weird, distorted way… they respect me.
So I spent most of this time outside of the classroom in the school office where I worked non-stop on a funding proposal to the US Embassy in Maputo. The school and I are trying to put our beautiful library into use by creating a computer learning center. If the Embassy proposal is accepted, we’ll be able to purchase a computers, a printer, a photocopier and textbooks for the community to use. Our school does have 2 computers in the office, but the only people authorized to use them are the principal, vice principals, one secretary, 2 high profile teachers and me. Our school has 60 teachers and 3,000 students (grades 8-10) and it‘s growing every year. It’s the only secondary school in our district. That’s like saying it’s the only high school in the entire county. For those at home, imagine Reading High being the ONLY high school in all of Berks County or McCaskey being the ONLY high school in Lancaster County. It’s crazy. Every year there are hundreds of students who graduate 10th grade and study 11th and 12th grade in the city and are at a huge disadvantage because, unlike their city peers, they have no idea how to use a computer. This center would be available for everyone to learn how to use a computer, how to type, print, organize data, make lesson plans, improve writing skills… I could go on and on. I’m mentioning this because I’d appreciate if everyone could say a prayer, cross your fingers, whatever… for this proposal to be accepted. It would change Cumbana Secondary School. Also, the Embassy proposal doesn’t cover the entire project cost. I’m currently working a second funding proposal through the Peace Corps. If accepted, the Cumbana Computer Learning Center project will be able to receive donations online. Hopefully, I’ll have some good news and/or further information very soon.
One moment in Mozambique that I will never, ever forget is when Barack Obama won the election. Several Americans in the Southern I’bane area gathered to watch the whole thing go down on satellite television. We saw it happen, LIVE, at 6am after a long night of struggling to stay awake as the electoral college scoreboard lit up red and blue. I’m not political, at all. I get caught up in the excitement of the race, change and my right to vote, sure…and a lot of that has to do with working in tv news, but I’ve never declared myself to a specific political party. Hell, I didn’t even vote. My absentee ballot never arrived in Mozambique. The seconds, minutes, even days that followed Obama’s win were AMAZING. The 7 of us watching that morning received text messages and calls from Mozambicans congratulating us, America, the world for electing the first black US President into office. “Congratulations! We are all Americans today.” The response was amazing.
Upon arriving back in my town that morning, you would have thought that I won the election. Hugs, hand shakes and high fives (my contribution) were in an overwhelming supply. I memorized Obama’s family and road to the white house history because so many Mozambicans ask about him. They make life comparisons and realize there are blacks in the US after all. They make declarations to move to the US, to be the next President, to give me their son to marry so he can be the next President. I smile because they are excited about America. They know something about America outside of the fact that Teacher Lorena is from there or that they hate the current President (but they don’t know why). I smile because for the first time, I’m outside of the US and I’m not embarrassed or afraid to say I’m an American. I’m not saying Obama is going to save the economy, clean up the Middle East mess, improve healthcare, give citizens a tax break or live up to set forth expectations. But his image, America’s image, his victory, our victory has already changed so much about how the residents of my small African village view America, Africa, the world and the future. And for that, I owe to him and to everyone who voted my congratulations and thanks.
Merry Christmas and best wishes to everyone for 2009! I couldn’t have done 2008 without your letters, pictures, emails, packages, encouragement and support. Thank you! Gracias! Obrigada! Kanimambo! Nhibomguide!
Lauren
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Hello, my name is Pedro.
Another volunteer in Gaza Province recently sent me a text message that reads: Happy 8 months of service. One third done!
What?!
I paused when writing “Today is Monday, August 4th, 2008” on the chalkboard last week. Is it really August already? Have I really been in Mozambique for nearly a year? Yep.
Let’s recap since May. I was invited to a Mozambican wedding in early May and decided I couldnt let the opportunity pass me by. My neighbor Jessica was getting married to her long-time bf and father of her 2 children, Lucas. It was a 2 day affair and I was told we’d leave Friday afternoon for her parents’ house where the celebration would take place. So Alexis, her younger sister, shows up at my house that afternoon with a HUGE backpack and tells me it’s time to go. I ask her what I need to bring and she replies, “Oh, nothing really. Just bring whatever you think you’ll need.” Keep in mind I had no idea how far we were going, but I assumed that I’d be able to come back to my house pretty easily. Ha. I grabbed a capulana and some other random things and off we went. After a 10 minute chapa ride and an hour walk into the middle of nowhere, it became pretty obvious I wouldn’t be returning to Cumbana until Sunday. I didnt have a change of clothes, malaria meds, soap, a toothbrush, nada. I should have assumed I’d be spending the night. Alexis, my neighbor Melucha and I arrived to the parents’ house and hell, forget about the bride and groom, I was treated like royalty. Immediately offered help to carry my bag, food, tea, a chair and water to wash my hands. Friday was the lobolo ceremony. Lobolo is when the parents of both the bride and groom present gifts and money in exchange for allowing their son/daughter to be married. After that, the sun went down, food was served (cow... head), the generator was cranked up, and music was blasting. I tried dancing, but as soon as I’d break into the slightest shuffle everyone would stop and watch. I curled myself up on the cement floor with my capulana and tried to get some sleep, but failed. A rare moment of silence was filled with toothless women slapping their gums and tongues together to make a celebratory chant. I just tried to do it out loud in order to see if there was some way I could spell the sound of it phonetically- nope. The best way I can describe the whole experience is that it was like being a wounded deer at a discotec. I was SO out of place, wide-eyed, awkward and unable to leave because I was literally in the middle of nowhere. It was still an experience I’ll never forget. Jessica looked beautiful and her kids adorable in oversized suits and ties.
The Mom and Dad visit has come and gone and I still can’t believe they were actually here. We visited Maputo, my host family in Namaacha, saw the Swaziland border, drove the EN1 to Cumbana, stopped in Quissico and Inharrime, strolled through the Maxixe black market, wandered the streets of Inhambane, and relaxed at Cococut Bay, Guinjata, Tofo and Barra beaches.
There were memorable moments: meeting Shak, my neighbors and my students, the memorial service for my late grandmother, Dad setting off the display car alarm in the Maputo airport, exploring exposed Tofo reefs, meeting Jessica’s son Hemilton, Mom locking herself out of the house... etc. One of my favorite moments was taking my Dad to the Cumbana market to buy bread and hearing him introduce himself as “Pedro” (it’s the Portuguese equivalent for Peter). Haha (NOTE: I had selected pictures to accompany this post, but of course I forgot the disc to upload them. Bah! It´s at the top of my list for next time! Desculpe-la! But do enjoy the pictures below that I did remember to bring.)
This past weekend was the 3rd installment of “Fantasia de Cumbana”. It’s pretty much a local showcase of bad lipsynching and amazing bootyshaking. I couldn’t be more entertained. A lot of the performers are my students and the spectators my colleagues, so it’s never a dull moment. However, my name will NOT be included on the performance list (sorry Barryokers). There’s no way I can compete with the bootyshaking done by my students. I was pulled into the dance pit on Saturday and as soon as everyone cleared from the middle to leave room for me to bust a move..... the music stopped. Thank you Lord for having my back and saving me. I know they’ll get me to dance eventually, but not until I have time to brush up on my booty drop (kidding).
Last trimester I walked into class #5 one morning to give a lesson on 1st conditionals. I opened the “livro de turma” (class book) and saw that the class before was history and the students learned about the US Independence. A little dumbfounded that that’s actually part of the curriculum, I asked my students what they had learned: “war, constitution, taxes, England, colonies, 1776” were some of the answers I got. Riding out the wave, I asked “how many colonies were there? “13!” they respond. Kind of amazed, I asked them to list them for me. They showed me their notebooks and pointed to some of the boardwork that the history teacher had forgotten to erase.
13 colonias ingleses
Albany
New York
Boston
Chicago
Florida
California
Colombia
Mexico
Los Angeles
Uruguay
Korea
Georgia
Philadelphia
Now I’ll admit that I can’t ramble off all 13 colonies myself (I tried and got a solid 11), but I’m pretty sure Uruguay and Colombia shouldn’t be on the list. The teacher is a cool guy, so after my lesson I told him how thrilled I was that he was teaching US history, but that.. uh.. the information is completely wrong. He flat out told me he read half the information in some book and then made the rest up. Rest assured friends, Cumbana Secondary School now has an up to date list of the 13 colonies. Our forefathers must be rolling in the graves (let’s hope with laughter).
For kicks, here’s the latest batch of comical homework responses from my 9th graders. It comes from several lessons on technology and the future tense.
In 2050,
I will be.... a kiss, dangerous, dead.
I will have... a house and 50 sons.
I will live in... Pennsylvania, a box.
my cell phone will be able to... take a bath, prepare chiken, fight like Van Damme, go to church wit Karen (yes Belz, that means you!).
Unrelated- I had to temporarily excuse myself from a class last week because of uncontrollable laughter. There was a girl sitting in the front row falling asleep. Her head kept bobbing up and down, her eyelids were heavy and her body slouched. What really brought it home was that she was wearing a shirt that said, “I love vodka!”. It was too much.
Keep me posted on events at home! I love hearing from you all!
Beijos!
What?!
I paused when writing “Today is Monday, August 4th, 2008” on the chalkboard last week. Is it really August already? Have I really been in Mozambique for nearly a year? Yep.
Let’s recap since May. I was invited to a Mozambican wedding in early May and decided I couldnt let the opportunity pass me by. My neighbor Jessica was getting married to her long-time bf and father of her 2 children, Lucas. It was a 2 day affair and I was told we’d leave Friday afternoon for her parents’ house where the celebration would take place. So Alexis, her younger sister, shows up at my house that afternoon with a HUGE backpack and tells me it’s time to go. I ask her what I need to bring and she replies, “Oh, nothing really. Just bring whatever you think you’ll need.” Keep in mind I had no idea how far we were going, but I assumed that I’d be able to come back to my house pretty easily. Ha. I grabbed a capulana and some other random things and off we went. After a 10 minute chapa ride and an hour walk into the middle of nowhere, it became pretty obvious I wouldn’t be returning to Cumbana until Sunday. I didnt have a change of clothes, malaria meds, soap, a toothbrush, nada. I should have assumed I’d be spending the night. Alexis, my neighbor Melucha and I arrived to the parents’ house and hell, forget about the bride and groom, I was treated like royalty. Immediately offered help to carry my bag, food, tea, a chair and water to wash my hands. Friday was the lobolo ceremony. Lobolo is when the parents of both the bride and groom present gifts and money in exchange for allowing their son/daughter to be married. After that, the sun went down, food was served (cow... head), the generator was cranked up, and music was blasting. I tried dancing, but as soon as I’d break into the slightest shuffle everyone would stop and watch. I curled myself up on the cement floor with my capulana and tried to get some sleep, but failed. A rare moment of silence was filled with toothless women slapping their gums and tongues together to make a celebratory chant. I just tried to do it out loud in order to see if there was some way I could spell the sound of it phonetically- nope. The best way I can describe the whole experience is that it was like being a wounded deer at a discotec. I was SO out of place, wide-eyed, awkward and unable to leave because I was literally in the middle of nowhere. It was still an experience I’ll never forget. Jessica looked beautiful and her kids adorable in oversized suits and ties.
The Mom and Dad visit has come and gone and I still can’t believe they were actually here. We visited Maputo, my host family in Namaacha, saw the Swaziland border, drove the EN1 to Cumbana, stopped in Quissico and Inharrime, strolled through the Maxixe black market, wandered the streets of Inhambane, and relaxed at Cococut Bay, Guinjata, Tofo and Barra beaches.
There were memorable moments: meeting Shak, my neighbors and my students, the memorial service for my late grandmother, Dad setting off the display car alarm in the Maputo airport, exploring exposed Tofo reefs, meeting Jessica’s son Hemilton, Mom locking herself out of the house... etc. One of my favorite moments was taking my Dad to the Cumbana market to buy bread and hearing him introduce himself as “Pedro” (it’s the Portuguese equivalent for Peter). Haha (NOTE: I had selected pictures to accompany this post, but of course I forgot the disc to upload them. Bah! It´s at the top of my list for next time! Desculpe-la! But do enjoy the pictures below that I did remember to bring.)
This past weekend was the 3rd installment of “Fantasia de Cumbana”. It’s pretty much a local showcase of bad lipsynching and amazing bootyshaking. I couldn’t be more entertained. A lot of the performers are my students and the spectators my colleagues, so it’s never a dull moment. However, my name will NOT be included on the performance list (sorry Barryokers). There’s no way I can compete with the bootyshaking done by my students. I was pulled into the dance pit on Saturday and as soon as everyone cleared from the middle to leave room for me to bust a move..... the music stopped. Thank you Lord for having my back and saving me. I know they’ll get me to dance eventually, but not until I have time to brush up on my booty drop (kidding).
Last trimester I walked into class #5 one morning to give a lesson on 1st conditionals. I opened the “livro de turma” (class book) and saw that the class before was history and the students learned about the US Independence. A little dumbfounded that that’s actually part of the curriculum, I asked my students what they had learned: “war, constitution, taxes, England, colonies, 1776” were some of the answers I got. Riding out the wave, I asked “how many colonies were there? “13!” they respond. Kind of amazed, I asked them to list them for me. They showed me their notebooks and pointed to some of the boardwork that the history teacher had forgotten to erase.
13 colonias ingleses
Albany
New York
Boston
Chicago
Florida
California
Colombia
Mexico
Los Angeles
Uruguay
Korea
Georgia
Philadelphia
Now I’ll admit that I can’t ramble off all 13 colonies myself (I tried and got a solid 11), but I’m pretty sure Uruguay and Colombia shouldn’t be on the list. The teacher is a cool guy, so after my lesson I told him how thrilled I was that he was teaching US history, but that.. uh.. the information is completely wrong. He flat out told me he read half the information in some book and then made the rest up. Rest assured friends, Cumbana Secondary School now has an up to date list of the 13 colonies. Our forefathers must be rolling in the graves (let’s hope with laughter).
For kicks, here’s the latest batch of comical homework responses from my 9th graders. It comes from several lessons on technology and the future tense.
In 2050,
I will be.... a kiss, dangerous, dead.
I will have... a house and 50 sons.
I will live in... Pennsylvania, a box.
my cell phone will be able to... take a bath, prepare chiken, fight like Van Damme, go to church wit Karen (yes Belz, that means you!).
Unrelated- I had to temporarily excuse myself from a class last week because of uncontrollable laughter. There was a girl sitting in the front row falling asleep. Her head kept bobbing up and down, her eyelids were heavy and her body slouched. What really brought it home was that she was wearing a shirt that said, “I love vodka!”. It was too much.
Keep me posted on events at home! I love hearing from you all!
Beijos!
Friday, August 1, 2008
Hello all! Just here to post some pictures to show I'm still alive (and well) and what I've been up to.
I killed a chicken.
Here Andre and I (and the bird) are posing before the bloodshed
dull knife
Yeah Justin "helped" too, if you count taking pictures as helping.
this is the kitchen/living room of my 2-room castle.
the photo below is kind of a mess.
me and Shak getting ready for a nap.
Shak!!!
this computer is hella slow and ive got to hop a chapa before it starts getting dark. I'll prepare something to post soon! Happy August and have a great weekend everyone! Don't forget to write! LaurenNFox@gmail.com
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