Sunday, April 1, 2012

my teacher

It has been great to get to know my teacher better over the last few weeks. She comes to our house everyday for classes, but this week she invited me to her family house. She is married so she no longer lives there, but she goes over there almost everyday. It is a nice house with a great view of the city! I went and visted with her mom and sisters and neices and friends. They are all very friendly and it was great to get to meet a new family and spend some time with them. I'm not sure how much I really learned because I spent most of the time chasing Abram around, but it was still really good.
It was also good for me to see a little of where she comes from. Our class is set up where everyday we do an hour of grammar and a hour of conversation, so I had already heard so much about them. My teacher has been married for a little over a year, but it has been very hard for her. She did not see or talk to him before the day they were married and even though she tells me they ae beinging to get use to each other, she told me how horrible the first months were. My heart broke for her. She works two jobs, she teaches at a high school in the morning and then she teaches me; after that she usually goes to her parents house and visits for couple of hours and then she goes home and cooks and cleans and takes care of her husband; who drives a taxi, when he feels like it. From what I can understand he really does very little. The good thing is I have been able to share some things with her. I told Kirk her eyes seem so dark to me and so hopeless. Please join me in asking for the right words and stories to tell her. I was able to tell her a story from the Book the other day, please ask for more opportunites like that.

I know as you read you may wonder why we love it here. It seems like i'm always saying some crazy thing they do or how dirty it is; but really we do love it. The women here are so kind and generous and as I sit and listen to them my heart breaks for them and the hopeless they live in.

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