Today I ate PANCAKES. Real Bisquick pancakes with real Aunt Jemima syrup (I don’t care what you say, its all about the Aunt Jemima). So shout out to Mama Bear Anderson for hooking it up. And yes, I do know this is the second time I have talked about pancakes in my blog.

It’s so cold. And its not even that cold yet. Basotho are always interested to know if winter in America is cold like it is here. I explain that where I am from in the States the weather is pretty similar. But in my opinion the winter isn’t as bad because my house and all of the buildings are heated, and I drive in my heated car to get from place to place. I am trying to hold out as along as possible on using the heater in my house to save money. We shall see.

So the weekend before Easter I walk outside to feed my cats just as my next door neighbor walks out of his house. He calls me over to show me the chicken he is about to kill. He asked where Americans get there chicken..”the grocery store.” So I decided that I want to watch his method in killing this chicken, thinking maybe in the future I may want to slaughter my very own chicken. Keep in mind, during training I watched Matt & Lauren kill a chicken, which didn’t phase me. So I watch him slit the throat while miraculously not getting any blood on his feet that are pining down the wings. After the dead chicken is finished writhing, I follow him inside to the kitchen. He pours boiling water over it to make the feather plucking effortless. After about 20 minutes of this, I am staring at this plucked chicken sitting in a tub of water and blood. All of a sudden I feel like I am gonna throw up all over his kitchen. I try to stick it out to watch him gut it, but I had to excuse myself once I started feeling light headed. I sprinted back to my house as I’m trying not to black out into the mud. Guess my stomach isn’t as strong as I thought.

This next story shows how slow paced and inefficient Basotho can be. I was teaching the sewing and catering students, when this 40-something year old man says that he can not see the flip chart. I told him that maybe he shouldn’t be in the back row, so next week he should sit in the front. The sewing teacher then instructs him to come sit in the front right then. So he stands, spends about a minute trying to grab a chair that is stuck between two tables, carries the chair around the front of the class to the opposite side of one of the tables and sits. Then the teacher, after having watched him do this, says no, and tells a girl sitting in the front row to move back to where he was previously sitting so that he can sit there. So the girl moves, he then brings the chair back to where he originally struggled to take it from, then sits in the newly available seat in the front row. After this ridiculous scene, I can then carry on teaching class.