It's about to begin

So I have one more day left before I'm off to my village for the rest of my 2 years! I'm going to try to come into Sikasso every 2-3 weeks so that I can check my mail and do internety type things. I'm pretty excited to head to my village, but also kind of bummed because being in Sikasso these past 2 days has been really fun. I have done tons of shopping for my house as well as hung out a lot with the 2nd years who are really awesome. I have also had constant access to electricity and internet so that's going to be kind of difficult to part with.

Anyway I have a couple little stories to tell, so here we go:

Three nights ago, my last night at Tubaniso, I woke up to find myself screaming at the top of my lungs (at 1:35 am). Not just any screaming though, I'm talking horror movie, blood curtling screams. The reason for this was that I was having this terrible nightmare that there was a Malian man who had come into my room and was just standing looking at me inside my mosquito net about to kill me. In my dream I sat up and started to scream for help, and that's when I woke up because I realized I was not just screaming in the dream, but also in real life. Upon waking up I also realized that my roommate Eliza was now screaming with me too because my screams had scared her so bad that she had to scream too. Not only was Eliza screaming with me, but my other roommate Deborah was shouting out "Help us! Help us!" just because she had no idea what was going on. There were some people outside of our hut just hanging out, and they all came running to our room to see what the problem was. Through Eliza's screams and Deborah's yells I told everyone that nothing was wrong, that it was just a dream and that I was perfectly fine. Once everyone calmed down none of us were able to go back to sleep, so we left the lights on and I proceeded to watch 4 episodes of the Office. The whole situation was incredibley embarassing/hilarious.

When we got to Sikasso we did this thing called Protocol which means we were introduced to the Governor's office so that they know they have new volunteers in town. We met the assistant Governor and he was super excited to meet us all. He was also super excited for us to give him an American name since we all had Malian names. We all decided that we wanted to give him a really typical American name, but also one that we'd find hilarious. So... we named him Jose Washington! He loved it, and we couldn't stop laughing. It was great.