Getting adjusted here was no problem. I feel completely comfortable at home, and I'm starting to get the school routine down. Hopefully I can push myself more than in the states, and actually do well in school here. I can't wait to be out of this high school nonsense though. At least I can still give a big middle finger to good ol' James Wood. I've probably learned more here in the last week then I would have there the entire year. I can't completely disregard James Wood though, because I wouldn't be here today without the help of the few great underpaid, under-appreciated teachers there today (you know who you are). This place just works for me though. I know enough about myself to know that small classes and intellectual students are my path to success. Even in a communist society I feel I have more freedoms than at JWHS. We have a student lounge and hang out in between classes. At lunch we go out and have our choice of sitting outside and ordering food, or picking up some fried pork or chicken and bringing it back to the lounge. Sense I'm not taking a math I have a free period to work, or relax. My Vietnamese is getting better. I can talk to the cab drivers, and tell them where to go so I don't get overcharged like some kids here. Plus, my family really helps me; always quizzing me, and teaching me new words. I'm glad that what I was worried about most is now the least of my worries. My host mother already told me that this is a new second home to me, and she'll be sad to see me go. "Four month too short!" I'm so glad that they accept and even admire my craziness. I really enjoy hanging out with my brother and my host dad. They're really cool, and smart people. They remind me of my family at home in so many ways. They are wonderfully unique.
I can't say I don't miss home though. I do, a lot actually. I miss driving, hanging out with Spence, Ross, and the gang, my beautiful girlfriend (even though she left me first), but my parents most of all. Shit like this really makes you appreciate what you've got. Sometimes I really hate walking around these streets with my hat and sunglasses, watch, and clean clothes. I feel rich, and spoiled. I want to tell these people that I'm not an asshole, and would help if I could. Sometimes I wish I were them; which is ironic because I know they wish they could have it like me. Even with all the looks, the Vietnamese are very friendly and usually understanding.
It's only been a week, but I've learned so much. I guess it helps when you actually try to learn instead of information being shoveled down your throat, and expected to be known. When I come back I will hopefully be able to speak Vietnamese somewhat proficiently, and kick some ass with chopsticks. Forks and Knifes are so barbaric haha. I don't know if it's good or bad that I'm actually starting to feel like a real "adult"...It's gross, I know, but I suppose these things happen. When people, like my family; ask me why I wear my crazy bracelets I tell them it's so I don't forget who I was, or why I'm here. I never want to loose my sense of childness, adventure, or desire to be different.
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