No, that's not the beginning of a joke (although I'm sure if I thought about it long enough I could come up with a good punch line, or maybe a reality TV show), it's actually what's been happening every morning this week in my new Finnish class. I doubt the priest knows I'm gay, but since we had to introduce ourselves on the first day - everybody knows I'm Israeli, and since then the Palestinian has been avoiding me as much as possible (which is sort of a shame, he seemed nice before the first class and my outing as the evil Zionist, when me and him and another Swiss guy were wondering around the building together looking for the right room). I wonder if the priest would throw holy water or something at me if I happen to reveal my fondness for boobies.
God, I'm so sick of language courses. Every time trying to come up with simple enough sentences that are grammatically correct, again the obligatory 'My name is Purple, I am from Israel', again the five sentence essay about my family, again discussing the seasons in autistic phrases (the sky is cloudy, in the winter it is cold, it is raining, in the summer we swim, etc. etc. ad nauseam..) Jeez, I'm so glad to be going to a country where I speak the language for a change (though, reading random blogs and talk-backs, I'm not even sure about that anymore).
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