Today Was...Amazing (Tiring)

My day doesnt really start until I go to tutoring. Tutoring is where I get to hang out with my friends and talk, laugh, and learn, in exchange for helping them with their homework. I have to help them with Algebra 1 (which I took last year, and a harder algebra 1 too!), and I'm really not good at math, but we've been doing really well. Actually, two of them got an A- today on their quiz. That made me so happy, that they are succeeding in something at school. So yes, I got to see many of my Muslim friends today, although my two very, very best friends didnt come :[ . I hope I get to see them tomorrow. But I did see my one of them, he was riding his bike. That mean person! He didnt even stop by the apartment today. I think its because I keep yelling at him for not doing his homework.
I also went to visit my brother who is tutoring in a different apartment complex. He has so many younger kids who come for homework help. Two of the little boys there had to take me to my friend, Wai Wai's house. When I got there I was bombarded by Wai Wai's two younger brothers, catapulting all over the place. I picked them up and sat down with Wai Wai. And the five little boys were off and running all over the small apartment. "Look at this!" One shouts, "No!! Look over here." And then they bring me all their toys. At least there was no skittle throwing like yesterday. Then Wai Wai's mom asked me to help her with English. So...I'm gonna do that tomorrow too. Anything to see Wai Wai ;)
<3 Gwan Thet

Wai Wai, Gwan, and El Nay


El Nay, Wai Wai, and I


A video of Wai Wai and El Nay on the bus on the way home from VBS (8/6/08)

MK-Hello! (Tamin sa pebi la?!)

So yeah, this is where its real. I'm an MK. What does that mean? I'm a missionary kid, which is a culture in its self. I live in the USA. Now you might be thinking, What the heck!?! Missionaries live in far away countries, eating exotic foods and living on the edge. Well, everything is true except living in a far away country. I live right here, in Indiana, the Hoosier state. I like it, ya know? The way everything is so different. My father, ahem, my family works with Burmese, refugees and immigrants. If you live in Indiana, you might have heard some bad things about them. Most of them just arent true, so dont believe it!!! I have grown up half Burmese and Half American since I was six. I have this amazing family, actually they're my cousins. They treat me like im their sister, although im not even their real cousin. My Uncle and Auntie are so amazing! My Uncle actually gave me my first Burmese name, which remains my nickname to this day: Gwan Thet. If you heard my name, even today, this very afternoon, you would have heard my Muslim friends calling me, "Gwaing, Gwaing, Gwain, help me with my homework." A lot of people say my name is ugly, because it sounds like a metal pot falling on the ground. Oh and you pronounce it with the "ing" at the end, but not too much. its a falling tone. One more thing about my name, Gwan is the sound a frog makes in Burma, like, Gwan Own, Gwan Own.
Well, thats what I have to say now. Check it out! Check it Out!!!
TaTa...