I do not have my Jordanian residency permit yet but today I got proof that I am indeed a resident. I was walking to the grocery store and a car full of women pulled up and stopped next to me. The driver rolled down the window and asked me where something I didn’t quite understand was in Arabic. Then, a girl in the back seat, yelled, “the Moroccan Embassy!” And I said, “Ah! Huhn (here!)” and pointed to the Moroccan Embassy which happens to be just across the street from my house. So there you have it; someone knew I was a local… or at least took a chance at me knowing where something was in the neighborhood, and I did!!! I live here. That’s right, I can give directions to places, what now?!

Teaching the Sudanese today was great. We played charades to express adjectives about people and to practice the question “Are you…?” We didn’t have that many adjectives to choose from but the guys were really clever. My favorites were the guy who got out a cell phone and pretended to talk on it, “Are you busy?” “yes, I am very busy;” the guy who flexed his muscles and pretended to lift something heavy, “are you strong?” “yes, I am very strong;” and the guy who got up, gave a dashing smile, and started posing like a model, “are you beautiful?” “Oh yes, I am very beautiful.” So much laughter and happiness in that classroom. Afterwards, we were invited over for cake at Muhammadeen’s house, the man who owns the building the guys live in. Abd al-Salaam was there, and he asked me where I will travel after my time in Jordan. I told him I would be traveling in June because I don’t have work, but then I would go back to America. I asked where he thinks I should travel. “I hope you go to Sudan” he told me, “there are no schools there. I hope you can make them a school.” My heart is currently trying to morph back into a whole from this statement that broke it into a million pieces. I have never felt so undeserving to have all that I do. How can some people have so much when some have so little? Life’s not fair, I know this, but is it so unfair that some people don’t get schools? I refuse to accept that. I want to build a school in Sudan. Mostly, I want to communicate more and learn about human needs and open doors for ideas and anything that any kid in Sudan can dream up. How this will all happen has yet to come to me. And I would be lying if I said I was patient, but on this one I think I have no choice but to mull over possibilities forever. If anyone knows anyone who is really into school making, let me know.