I was told that I am crazy like an Austrailian. I am not sure how to take that.
People So far in the first week, I have meet about 30 other students. (Definition of met in this context is know their name, where they are from, why they are here, and how it is posible for them to take of a chunck of time to be here). Obviously I know some folks better than other. With each person I get to know a little better, the more I am amzed at the briliant (in the English not the American sense) people in the world. There are so many azaming stories here. Triumph, glory, stroggle, searching, starting over, and not know where to start. All of this get intisenfied when you are away from home, as an estranjaro. None of us have suport systems, and we are all a bit lost. We get tossed into this big international mix. In this we are given new eyes and perspective on our lives, as well as the comfort to be honest with folks, who more than likely we will never ever see again. For some reason you feel you can ask (or be asked) anything. With out hesitation answers are provided, to a degree of honesty that even surpises the speaker.

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