Monday, July 24, 2006

De Honduras


Hotel Grenada, Tegucigalpa Honduras. I was able to find internet access during our missions trip, and I am taking advantage. We arrived on Saturday and were rushed to a park where a sports camp was being held. Lee and I were told that we would be leading worship, ten minutes before we were supposed to. We did, and it went well. It has been crazy thus far, and I´m enjoying every minute of it. We spent six hours digging a ditch, and moving rocks for a retaining wall for a new house. What they say about the sun being hotter the closer you get to the equator is true. Tomorrow, more of the same. Wednesday is the day to look forward to, because my work group will be spending the day working at a VBS, work that I would take over the retaining wall. Either way, I´m having a blast, as all of us are. Please keep those of y¡our team that have been sick in your prayers. Thank You, te Dios bendega.

Friday, July 21, 2006

Week In Revue


It's been a great week, showing the Davis family around our beloved Monterey. We accomplished a lot, and I had a wonderful time doing it. The graduation ceremony today lasted far too long, but i mean it when I say that I would have waited longer. I'm off in the morning to a slow start of my trip to tegucigalpa, Honduras with Greentree Community Church. I am excited beyond what I can express to be going back to Honduras, and we would appreciate as much prayer as you can offer. I'll write an update on how the trip went. God Bless

Friday, July 14, 2006

New Blog Time (Do I look any more Arabic now?)


I'm sitting in my familiar coffee place, trying like mad to express how I feel. Yesterday, we got our results from our final test back. This is the test that basically determines if I graduate and go on to be a linguist, or if I stay in my beloved Monterey and keep fighting the tourists for parking spots. I was pretty confident about my passing the test. Though it might have been the manifestiation of my often overly relaxed attitude about everything. But walking to the school house yesterday, I was far from nervous. Granted, I have been studying this unforgiving language for the better part of two years. And, due to the fact that I spent four months reviewing material thanks to a busted ankle, I've been fairly confident about my abilities for most of the course. However, this final test that we took was unlike any of the others. It was impossible. I'm convinced that when it was put together, the authors were trying to be as vague and confusing as possible with the questions that they attatched to the passages. There were several passages that I simply cut my losses, guessed and accepted that I was probably wrong. I understand that most test takers employ this same approach, with the common goal being to guess right more than guess wrong.
I entered the school house at 2:00, the time that the scores were to be posted. I was greeted by one of my class mates telling me, "A lot of people (failed), so they're checking the scores." I had heard of grading malfunctions amongst the grading computers before. Nonetheless, that was the last thing that I wanted to hear. So I got in the line in front of the bulletin board and waited. After a short pause, I was able to see the sheet. I found my name, and read the corresponding numbers. "2, 2+, 1+". For those of you that don't know (which is probably most of you), we are tested in our listening, reading and speaking respectively. Scores place on a scale of 0-5, with five being completely fluent and 0 being my profecience level in Urdu (none). A five implies that one would speak the language as somebody with several masters and Phd's in said language. No student scores higher than a three. However, in order to pass, we have to reach a certain levels. Thankfully, those levels are 2, 2, 1+. I passed. Where 40 percent of my fellow classmates failed, I passed. Eighty four weeks of fighting to keep interested, of struggling to not go crazy with disdain for the same seven hour routine day in and day out, and I passed. And off I go to the next great thing. Word.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Khalustoo


خلصت اللغه عرابيه مع جهودتها ضدني اخيرا. و الهمد الله
That's right. As you just read, I finished Arabic this morning at 10:30. I'm done. I'll get all of my test results tomorrow, but I'm prettysure that I'm done with arabic class. I also updated my web site, so check that out, too. Sala'ama

Monday, July 10, 2006

DUN-DUN-DUN (dramatically)


Tomorrow is the biggest test of my life. If I pass it, I'm done with Arabic and her psychological assault. If I fail, I'm back in it for another six months. Pray for me.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Congratulations, Mr and Mrs. Chris Trump


Things I've noticed at my extensive attendance of Weddings over the past year:

Dancing is always akward until you start to do it.
Married guys take extreme pleasure in pointing out that their single friends are single.
Free food is good food.
If someone inexpirenced is leading a conga line, it just goes around in circles.
Few things are more fun than watching old guys dance with complete disregard for what anybody thinks. I wish I could be them.
I wish that I wasn't so damn timid all the time.
No guy really wants to catch the garter. It's always a fake race to get it, and the guy that ends up with it is the one that is the worst faker.
The dances between the bride and father/groom and mother/ bride and other father/ groom and other mother, etc. should all be lumped together into one three minute song to save time.
The only thing that the preacher administering the sermon needs to do when preacing it is not suck. When he sucks, its hard to forget.
We in America spend far too much on weddings.
Five staple reception songs: Celebration, Love Shack, Bust a Move, Girls Just Want to Have Fun, The Electric Slide
I want a wife that is more caught up in love with me, and vice versa, than the wedding ceremony.