Or the ME! Mwahahaha! That's funny because I am skinny!

So I just tried to upgrade my fedora core box and it went all trashy on me. Today, I decided to switch over the sleeker, sexier and hotly debated ubuntu linux. Yeah, i know dork stuff, but it does keep me sane. So coming from my new ubuntu box to you: the skinny.

So lets see its the first week of school or not-school as is usually the case for most schools. You see, unlike other countries that have "start dates" where the students and teachers both show up at the same time and have these things called "classes." Here in Tonga, classes take on an altogether different meaning. You see the concept of starting "on time" is more of an abstract concept rather than a workable reality.

The students mostly do show up the first day. Depending on how late they were hanging out at church the night before or up drinking kava or quietly eating ufi or even how the tradewinds are blowing, most of the staff do as well. There is even this sort of "meeting" of a type that goes on, but generally its mayhem. The students show up to pay their money and select their classes (which is ironic because they don't really have a "choice" in what classes they're going to take) while the teachers hang around to find out what classes they're going to be teaching this term, how many they're going to be teaching, if they got raises or promotions of any sort, if they are still teaching at this school, etc. You know, the little things that would normally perhaps "concern" students and teachers anywhere else in the world.

But, as I've learned, this is Tonga and like monkeys and crocodiles in the wild, a very natural, normal and even beautiful thing. It really used to piss me off something fierce, but now that I know I'm leaving its pretty ho hum. In fact, to get into the spirit of things, I've kind of not even started my own classes not on time. Its been like a free week of vaca! I figure what the hell, when am I ever going to have an opportunity to be so complacent. Its a hard crack to nut, or that's what my peace corps experience has been thus far, or maybe that's what I'd like to believe because no one can FIRE a volunteer. Hmmmm....

Alright, so that's that for now. Couple of other things. One, check out Philly Billy's website and Bill, fool! email me at my.psuedonym@thenameofthiswebsite.com and nicole, oh illustrious one, I have no excuses. Its good to be back. I shall play some catch up, I shall...

Finally, I've got a couple of good stories coming (actually being worked on now) so stay tuned kids. They include flogging! And yes, the photos will eventually be back online. Its hard to explain. I have them all, I just need to rebuild the gallery to get them working.

No, finally for real! What no props on the 90 days of having quit smoking! That was friggin hard! No one said anything! 9 years of smoking and more than a pack a day at the height of my addiction. Jeez, well I guess I'll just start smoking again or topless dance for attention. Either or. Same difference. Ummmm (these guys should die) winifili... get attention... desire it. ummmmm.....

Eat your vitamins.

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• I think its wonderful that you have made it 90+ days, it truly is one of the best things you will ever do for yourself. I am very proud of you keep going and don't look back.
  
  A.Nancy
  # posted by Anonymous : 7/29/2005 1:35 AM