Day 41

Came to training to find out that I'm being pulled from my homestay.

What am I going to tell my host mother?

And my God I have the runs like hell. It's terrible. This is probably way too much info, but I have liquid poo. And I dropped some on the floor today. This one wasn't intentional at all though, not that my first floor shit was, but this one definitely wasn't.

So back to homestay. Yeah. One of my trainers approached me today and said that she spoke with the homestay coordinator because apparently during future site visit my host dad visited the bar at training and was talking about if he had the chance that he would sleep with a mzungu, mind you I am a mzungu and I'm already sleeping at his house. Apparently he was just saying really inappropriate things. So they decided to pull me.

We decided to tell my host parents that I'm sick, that the dust which is ridiculous, is really bothering me.

It seemed to work. They both called me. I felt so awkward and bad. I don't really get to say goodbye to my kids now.

Although, we did take a hike down to my house so I could grab a couple things and also so that they could see me and not be so worried.

The dad was being so weird saying not to tell that I had alcohol while I was there. I'm allowed to drink creeper dad and it wasn't a weird thing until you started saying don't tell. Gheezeus.

My mom looks like she doesn't believe me, but Fere says they do. I just feel bad. My kids were so sad.

The whole family walked us up the diet road to the main one. I felt like I was leaving to go to America.

On a brighter note, had my first rolex tonight. That mess is delicious. It's chapati which is a sort of tortilla thing with fried eggs put inside and tomato. It's kind of like a breakfast burrito, but better. It was so tasty.

So now that I have electricity and my own bathing area I'm going to take advantage and study. LPI bright and early tomorrow. Lets see how that goes.

Day 40

I'm forgetting to do simple things here.

I went to the pit latrine tonight and looked up and I saw the stars just illuminating the sky. It's breath taking really.

I need to look up more often. I'm too busy trying to avoid people's stares that I'm constantly looking down even when I don't need to.

Time is going so quickly here. Only three more days, less in Ibanda and then a month of tech training and then to my new home. I'm more than excited. More than.

I will miss my mom though and my kids. They've been so sweet to me. It will be nice to be on my own schedule though.

So nice.

No electricity since yesterday. Going to try to study. Yeah. I'm failing the LPI. I can't wait until I can stop talking about the LPI. So ready to be done with it.

Ok. On to studies.

Day 39

Woke up to an ant in my bed.

Pretty sure they are in my brains and nose too. Not to mention my stomach as there was an ant in my rice last night.

Is it time to be done with homestay yet? I'm ready. I will miss the hills of Ibanda though, so I'm happy to not have my house directly in the city. That will be nice. I need to learn more language though. Like a lot more. Ugh. This sucks. I should be studying now even. Instead I'm laying in bed.

I hid and will soon lie saying I don't feel well. I skipped out on church. Whoops. Happens.

Should go to training site today, not interested. Happens.

My belly is still aching. I nearly used my night bucket last night, but I refuse as I've gotten this far. I refuse I say.

Another ant in my food tonight. I want to be sick. I also was forced to eat so much pork and chicken tonight. I'm not sure my stomach will make it through the night.

Scraped my arm on a tree and played cards with the family. Not in that order.

Host dad told me how ladies with hair are sweet. Wtf? Just curious. Lord have mercy and I'm shaving my legs tomorrow. But apparently the ladies with the beards aren't sweet he says. He says those ones know how to fight and that you shouldn't mess with them.

Sometimes he makes me nervous.

So I confessed yesterday to blowing my nose into my sheets. I discovered today that that action was excessive and unnecessary as I had travel tissue in my book bag the entire time, so those boob pads that I removed from my dress, yeah I didn't really need to use those to wipe either I could have simply used tissue.

All time lows I tell you. All time lows.

Took a ton of pictures today. I'm so excited to develop them for my family. That will be a great gift. My mom was so cute. She changed and everything for the pictures. Got some really good ones today.

My language trainer comes back today from her language training she had to attend. I'm so excited!!! I missed her.

Ok. I should sleep now which I never do. I'm beginning to wonder if I have serious issues.

We will find out soon enough.

Day 38

The curry has come back to haunt me.

Explosive shit. Thank God it happened at training and not homestay. A weapon was propelled from my backside today and it splattered nope not in the hole, but an inch away from it, just straddling the edge.

Yes. I shit on the back of the 'toilet'. Essentially on the floor.

I have also blown my nose into my sheets tonight. Like you're sick blow. I'm hitting some serious all time lows.

Today was over all a good day. I'm pretty sure the bartender guy likes me. Which makes him hate me. Funny how that works. Told me I was good at disappointing. Enh. Not like he isn't the first person who's wanted to say that to me. Just maybe the first person who's actually said it.

No clue what I did. Apparently I didn't call him for lunch.

Right, so today was our homestay farewell. We haven't even taken or passed the LPI yet we are giving away certificates and what not. My dad didn't show up, so my mom and the kids did, the oldest boy going in stead of the dad.

Everyone's host parents gave speeches about them, except the son did mine and he doesn't really know me. Then he was embarrassed and put on the spot because everyone gets names, and I didn't have one yet, but someone called him out and was like what's her African name.

So I am called gift. Kirabo (cheerawboh).

I wish my mom would have spoken. Pretty sure part of me is being a spoiled baby.

Ok I'm done.

I wore the dress my host mom got me. Everyone thought it was so pretty. It was. It really was. It was such a sweet thing for her to do.

I wonder if she will go to church tomorrow. I don't want to go, but the dad and the son insist on me going. Ugh.

Can't I just be the odd American who doesn't go to church?

Ready to be done and at site. Ready to start working. Just get me to January. Please and thank you.

Day 37

No shoes. Apparently, the driver says that someone must have stolen them at the post office. Too bad I know that's not true.

Looks like I'll be finding them in the market.

We had to prepare an entertainment bit for our homestay families tomorrow. We are performing the YMCA, the ChaCha Slide, and the Hokey Pokey. We are all going to limbo. It's a little ridiculous and crazy, but it should be a good time.

I felt isolated today. Partly I feel that no one gets me and that I don't belong, or at least that was my feeling today. It's difficult to describe with real words, it made me feel to write today though reflecting on unedited emotions.

I started.

I stopped.

I'm missing home today. Wanting to call everyone. Ooh. Found my language notebook which I thought I lost, but now it's ok. Everything is right again.

So excited to be over this experience. Two years can not go by fast enough.

I wonder if I will feel this way with three months left of service.

Oh and since I've been planning my life since I got here, it's been decided that I will travel, still hoping to make it home for my brother's 21st bday, but looking at the way things are going now... Well I can't make any predictions actually as that's literally two years from now. We shall see.

Oh. Ate an egg today. The yolk was the same color as the whites. It was weird. I wanted to throw up.

God please help me to overcome the nasty. Today I picked my nose like it was no big. I'm getting grosser by the day. That's one thing. Picking your nose here is aye ohkay and its sending me the wrong message. Monkey see. Monkey do. And I did today. I mean everyone picks their nose, but I hope that most try to be discreet about it. Not Ugandans. It's funny. Burping or farting it picking your nose, mostly picking your nose any and everywhere is not uncommon.

You need to pick, you pick. Doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing. And there are no excuse mes after burping or farting and sneeze acknowledgment? Doesn't exist. I'm going to forget how to function as an American two years from now. God help.

That is all.