Me, my hair, and the other randoms of life
Ok. OKAY! Sorry for leaving you out of the loop for so long. Time for stories.
I was in Darkhan for the last four days, which is about an hour and a half south, or like 200km or something crazy metric garbage just speak ‘merican. So you’re probably thinking, “Aaron, why abandon your peaceful little Russiaside town to travel to the Soviet graveyard that is Darkhan?” I will tell you, inquisitive reader.
There is this nifty event halfway through training called “Mid Center Dayz.” This fun event is two parts boring Washington-mandated lecture, and one part excessive drinking by Americans who have abandoned their posh lives as civilians for the betterment of society as a whole.
That’s an exaggeration, but only slightly. I did get to see my friends and hear their hysterical stories about their crazy Mongolian (and American) families.
(My friend had her breasts kissed by her host mother and then the kitchen caught fire. Another friend’s family cooks him fried chicken on the reg and built him an outdoor shower.) Those are two extremes on the host family spectrum, I’ll tell you a few of mine in the next post.
Mid Center Daze wasn’t just story time/Lecture time/Drinking time. Everyone had a language assessment and general performance assessment. Yeah that’s right, skeptical libertarian readers of this blog, I’m not sitting around smoking grass on the steppe, while playing volleyball with Mongolians. Our assessments were on the last day and everyone got a little bit way more stressed than they needed to. Both of mine went really well. The guys who conducted my interview said they had been really impressed with my teaching and engagement in technical sessions and stuff. So that was awesome to feel validated not only in my skillz, but also just in my decision to be here and leave ya’ll behind for a few months.
One more thing and I’ll let you go. I’ve got a list of things I love about the Mongolian tongue, which I will share you later, tater. Mongolians tend to slur words together or just leave chunks of them out, which makes learning the language a total breeze. The best of the slurring is seen in the transformation of the words for “yes” and “no” into the vowel less guttural sounds of “tksh” and “kyw.” Right? My friends and I have taken to responding to verbal questions with these fantastic sounds to better assimilate into this culture.
Tata for now. Congrats to my Cardinal Singer friends for winning all those competitions. Missing you and them. Love always,
Also here are some pictures I didn’t take. Photo Cred goes to Lorre Fisher.