Ok before this blog officially gets going I feel I must apologize for its lateness. Here in India the Internet runs a little different. It kinda works like it would on your cell phone. You pay so much a month for so much internet. Well I went in the other day and said I needed to pay for my internet that month (that is another thing you have to pay for it before you use it). I was told that all I needed to to was pay Rs. 50 and that would cover me. I thought it was too good to be true, because I normally pay Rs. 671. But I paid the man and went on my merry way. Well then I go to use my internet and it is working for like 20 mins then all of a sudden it stops downloading or uploading....because I was out of internet credit...and not only out of internet credit it had also eaten into my talk time credit. So now I had no phone, and no internet :( So that is why this blog is so late again so sorry.
Now onto the official blog!
This last week was a very long week. It all started normal and seemed like it would be smooth sailing. Then it was time for Drama Rehearsal. My students had yet to make it through our show once to even know how long the show runs, because we have a time limit since it is a competion. Our time limit is 45 mins...did I mention my show is The Diary of Anne Frank ya thats right a show that normally runs around 2 hrs down to 45 mins. Do you feel the tension yet? Well we finally make it through the final scene and it is time for a full run thru. We have 1 hr and 20 mins, should be plenty of time right...wrong! At a hour in we had not even made it through half the show. Now I am starting to get stressed, and starting to get very concerned. So I tell my kids I will make more cuts and they have to know their lines, because the show is one October 6th and the 11th.
Then it happened...one thing that I hoped would happen...it was the IG weekend away. So that means that all the IGs got to go out of town where ever we wanted to get some relaxation before we had the craziness of drama week. So all the IGs pack up and head to a town called Mysore. To start the adventure off right we are taking a bus to Mysore. It is a 5 hr bus of crazy. The roads are so curvy. For those of you who have been to Falls Creek imagine the High Road and multiply that by 100, and you will get a rough idea of what I mean. The drivers take some of the curves at 40-50 mph when it should be more like 10-15 mph. At some points I would not have been surprised to hear that the bus came off one side of its wheels for a second or two. Ok enough about the bus there, Once we finally get to Mysore we have to find the place we will be sleeping. Our two older IGs have voted to go the expensive route and stay at a nice hotel. Us young IGs have left our fate of rooms in the hand of one of the youngest IGs. He said he knew a guest house for people that work for the Father, and that we could stay there cheap. As we found out later, he did know the place but had not been there in like 5 yrs, and did not really know where it was....So now we are standing 8 white people in the middle of a town we know nothing about trying to find a guest house that we have no idea where it is. Finally we call the guest house and they give us very vauge general directions, and finally we find it. Once we get there we find that the room we will be in is just that one room for 8 people. 6 girls and 2 boys, but the good thing is for all the night we will be there it will only cost us Rs. 2000 for the 2 nights. (that is what the older couple was paying per night for their stay)
So once we unpacked we decided to explore the city. One of our first discovers in this new place is the rickshaw drivers are very aggressive and all want to give you a "tour of the whole city for very low price" . If you did not buy their tour after they dropped you off they would drive on the street next to you try to sell you again. We also found that if you just talk to some rickshaw drivers that they are so desprate for a fare that they will walk all over the city with you showing you around for no charge hoping that the next day you will call them for a tour.
Well I do not want to drag on and on about Mysore soo basically to wrap the week up....I got sick on our second day, and did everything but did not enjoy all of it. I got to see a palace covered in 96,000 light. I rode a camel and an elephant, and was proposed to by a crazy drunk Indian man. So that is the weekend(if you want more details later just let me know).
Now on to the main struggle of the week. When I am overseas I normally have a little home sickness, but this last week I had the worst case ever. It was on the day we got home from Mysore. We arrived back in Ooty around 9 pm, andhad not eaten all day. So we IGs began to talk food and where to eat. Most places in Ooty start to close around that time so we have to move quick. We finally find this little Indian resturant that was still open. So we go in sit down and they hand us the menus. I look down and have no idea what anything was on the menu. The minute I saw that I almost broke down in tears. So I excused myself and come back to the school. All I felt like I wanted to do was cry all night. So I did what I do sometimes when I am upset, I turned on my iPod and played it as loud as I could. I had been listening earlier and it was shuffling through songs about the Father. At that point I know that the Father had to be controlling my iPod because all the songs that played were about his strength and love for us, and how even in struggles he will pull us up. Then I decided to go to the word. I read in Ps. and it was all about the Father providing for us, and strengthening us. So after about 45 mins, I felt so much better and at peace. I love how when we feel our weakest the almighty can just pull us up with the littlest things like an iPod shuffle list.
Well like always my blog is another novel. Sorry, but I hope it give you insight into my life. I would love to hear about you and what the Father is doing for you.
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