Another day at language school. Today my tutor made me have three conversations with three poor souls. Aside from calling a man “madam” and making a fool of myself with excessive stuttering, I did OK. By the third person, I was able to hold a basic conversation without much awkwardness. Here are some of the things I am able to ask about/answer:

1. How are you?
2. What’s your name?
3. How old are you?
4. What province are you from?
5. What part of town do you live in?
6. Where do you go to church?
7. What do you do for a living?
8. Do you have a family? (aka are you married with kids)
9. What’s your phone number?

And aside from being able to count to 10,000 that’s pretty much all I can say. I will add that there is one phrase I hear all day and thus can pronounce flawlessly. This one sentence haunts my dreams. (slight exaggeration.) 
“Try again, Bong.” (Bong is my “name” here.)

Also, one more thing. After my lesson, I was sweaty enough to figure “I can’t possibly be more disgusting, so why not ride another mile around my neighborhood to see what it’s like.” I’m thinking about taking my camera with me and recording a video so you all can see what it’s like where I live. However there are a lot of thieves. I will think about it.