I love it when people here tell me I'm smart, even though I know they mean that I look cleaner and/or more well-pressed than usual, rather than intelligent. (It's a British thing. They call the car's trunk the "boot" too.)
I'm the only Peace Corps volunteer who was able to attend the teacher training this time. Since I'm not mummified in the protective cluster of PCVs, my fellow teachers have been much freer with their knitting advice. Plus, with no whiteys to share my snacks with, I introduced Ceceila and Sarah to conversation hearts from Valentine's day. Words on sweeties! They had never seen anything so hilarious.
[One of the students in our workshop is named Smart. Appropriate, no?]
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