Things roll on

Not too much to say here. Kids have started comming back from their break, and exams are finishing up. I manage to find something to do everynight, but then I manage to find may way through the evenings without incident. Last night we went to a club so that I could offer up a sampling to answer the question of whether or not I could dance, and at some point we ended up taking shots of what was most certainly tequila poured out of a lastic bottle. I survived, sober as usual. That makes a week and a half that I have been in the second drinkinest country in the world without getting drunk. . . maybe I'm just not trying hard enough. . . Anyway, the other two trainees and I still have no hot water in our hotel, and I am getting real tired of trying to wash myself in icewater. If anyone wants to send me a care package it would be great if you culd put a water heater in it. I noticed last night the one practice/thing from home that I miss. . . Girls that know how to dance. . . There are a few that are quite fantastic at shaking what their respective mothers gave them, but I think the rest have forgotten that they have hips. I guess that means I'll just have to keep shakin it extra hard to see if they catch on. We started getting our meals covered at the high school, but those bastard lunch ladies keep stealing our deserts, but I struggle on. I have been a worthless hobo for so long I wonder if, when the time comes to start the actual traineeship, I can remember how to be somewhat productive. Oh well, back to wandering and figuring out how to shape the youth of Romania