How do you get 50 cute little Chinese kids to stop pulling out your arm hair? This is the question that I have been asking myself over the past two weeks.
On Thursday, I discovered the answer. The minute they reach out to grab a fistful of armhair, I grab a fistful of head hair, needless to
say I think I have cured them of their bad habit.
The past two weeks have been awesome, I have taught english before in different places, but none so different as this. Each one of my schools has it's own special uniqueness, and that is why I like each one of them.
My Monday school is way, way up in the mountains, and the scenery is absolutely beautiful up there. Because it is so far up in the mountains, most of the students are aboriginal and so they do not even speak Chinese let alone English, but that's okay I like the challenge.
Every day when I go out, and see all the people and realize that most of them probably don't know the Lord,and At times it hurts me so much to see them so decieved by Buddhism and all the other false religions that they acknowledge here.
Right down the street from our house there is a Buddhist temple. Whenever we go out of the house, we are greeted by the pungent smell of incense, which is always a reminder of the darkness that surrounds us.
Sorry that this is short, but I think this is all for now.
Later
Anthony, in Jiji
