I am in my computer lab at Southern Highlands School. The space bar doesn't work so well, so excuse any mistakesIdon't have a lot of time. Last night I stayed at my friend Henry's house. I met him a while ago through Jenny, and Ihung out with him alot in Iringa on Sunday night and Monday. He 's a cool guy from Iringa who now teaches in Mafinga. Last night he kept saying to me,'this is the ghetto life Geoff," and it was just that. His house was all cement on the inside with 2 rooms and the entire house was the size of a dorm room at Hash for instance. I had a meal of Bananas,Avacodos, beans, Mboga (like spinach), all on rice. When it was time for bed Henry, myself, and his rommate all shared the same bed. No pillows,but they did give me my own blanket which was nice. Today, like I said,I am at my school in Mafinga. I have just hung out in the music room all day. The room has about 12 Marimbas,6 guitars,a bass guitar and a keyboard with several speakers to go around. The students bombarded me with questions. I did not expect numerous questions about wrestling (WWE). Do you know the rock, Sting, Stone Cold?... One kid said,"Teacher, is Wrestling true?" They like that I like toplay football, and some ofthem knew what hockey was after I used theSwahili word forice/snow: barafu... I just now learned however that ice hockey in Kiswahili is: hoki ya barafu. Anyway the kids are amazing and speak english very well. Severalofthem asked me if I knew Peter... He is A belgium teacher who visits 2 months at a time to teach- he is white,so they assume Imay know him. They also ask me if I know French,because Peter does apparently. I was introduced today in front of most of the students at morning assembly. I said,"Hello,my name is Geoff Knight,you can call me Mr. Geoff. I am from Canada. It is nice to meet you all. The students chuckled and then the assembly was over after an 'Our Father' in English. The teachers are really nice, but noone tells me their name. I go: myname isGeoff, and they say you are welcome, Caribou... caribou sana. They actually give me a weirdlook when I ask they what is your name. Just somethingI've noticed. Yesterday, when I arrived in Mafinga Imet a very interestingman whom I will have to become acquainted with. Sanga is Henry's Father in law and he happens to be on the board of the school. He has two kids at the school. He and I exchanged ideas about TZ. He wants to start a program that brings international students to TZ and sends them to a village near Mafinga for a few days, then to Dar es Salaam for a couple of days. This way the students experience the real Tanzanian way of life. I told him I might want to write about nationalism in TZ. He said that was a good topic because National pride is deteriating. He said in the cities people are free to speak their minds about politics,but in the villages there is still fear. Anyway, I haven't seen myhouse inMafinga yet- I will later today...and then I will head back to Iringa. I'll keep posting as I should be on the internet alot this month.