Am naa mag wante amuma rakk.
This means I have an older sibling, but I don't have a younger sibling.
Fecckat laa.
(Pronounced fetch-cat...as in "so fetch" from the classic movie Mean Girls...which makes it even more fun to say.)
This means I am a dancer by profession. Which is basically true. Today we started the "Atelier de musique et de danse" and I have chosen to focus on dance, so for three days a classmate (Alisa - from Bates [yeah NESCAC!]) and I are going to try and follow the movements of our teacher, while two men play the drums. It's an incredible student to teacher ratio...except there is no where to hide. (Everyone else chose either the djembe (drum), kora (pretty guitar-like instrument) and the tama (the talking drum)).
My really stiff, off-beat dancing is front and center. It's not my fault though. My body was not made to move in a pretty, delicate fashion. I'm definitely blaming my parents right now. Just making sure it's clear that the interesting rendition of African dance I am performing is not my fault.
Next week I'm going to be doing bronze sculpting for our art workshop. Maybe I'll create prettier things then.
In the meantime, I have two more afternoons to become a true fecckat.
Being studious in the Bedik village...learning about the Baobab Tree and other important things I'm sure.
Learning 4th year French in the Ibel school 2-3 km from my village homestay outside of Kedougou last week. I had to go up next and read the lecture. Good thing I have a really good French accent or else it would've been really painful for everyone involved...
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