I dyed my hair again; this time it's Burgundy. I think I will dye it one more time- maybe that dark, dark blue that looks black- before returning it to its natural shade. I have time. There is a little more than two months before I travel to Jordan.
S.I.T. asked us to send in pictures of us with our friends where none of us show our arms, legs, shoulders or necklines. I had to get my friends to take new ones with me since we had no such pictures on hand. I think I freaked them out a little. The Jordanian teenager on trial now for allegedly trying to blow up a skyscraper in Dallas has everyone on edge but me. I figure it could've just as easily been an American on trial for the same thing. We forget that Americans have committed terrorist acts against our country too.
In class the other day someone mentioned how it would be hard to have any kind of relationship with a student who has a headscarf obscuring her face. Now I wonder if the people I meet in Jordan will feel it's hard to have one with someone who doesn't. I'm not sure how common it is for people not to wear one there. I've tried looking it up, but the answers I get are conflicted. The Jordanian girl I knew from London hasn't replied to my e-mail. I really, really want to get along with my home stay family, but I'm afraid our relationship will be more akin to a two-way psych experiment than an actual family. I really hope they are liberal; otherwise I think we will be too different.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
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