I know that I haven't written lately...Anna had a stomach infection and I had a respiratory infection so we weren't at school for a day and the school was shut down for two days because of the monsoon. The monsoon is picking up steam and you can imagine how upset I was when I set out for work, got stuck in a lake of water in the city bus-then pushed out by guys making kissy-faces at me and finally getting to work two hours later to see all of the custodians outside the school and hear:
"Miss, holiday, rain-bad,"
ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?!?!?!
The day, however, was salvaged thanks to Barista (a local coffee shop chain) and Alan Blinder. School is taxing but good. We are holding an all-girls lunch tomorrow for all of the 7th grade girls (yes all 8 of them). We really want to provide some sort of support for them because we can see them drifting away in class, too shy to speak up. I really want to make them feel the same way that little girls in America feel: that they have an equal amount of options in respect to their male counterparts. My heart breaks to see these girls so pushed down and looked down upon. I wish that they knew what Wellesley is like, what the rational-fair-equal world is like (if there is one). Anyway, we figure that we will lead with the question we have all been asked, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
I really miss home, not for the amenities (although those would be nice) but mainly for the attitudes that people have. I get sexually harassed on a daily basis for being a white, foreigner and people treat me with this sarcastic type of respect that only makes me more upset.
Good news, I cut my hair. Basically I told the guy, "Just about shoulder length." He replied, "Do you want any layers? color?" I smirked, "I trust you."
Now I have an extremely layered, shoulder-length hair with purple streaks.
Rock on India, rock on.
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