my accent is horrible whenever i try to speak in tibetan, but apparently i'm really good at imitating a tibetan who is trying to speak english with an american accent.


in other news, on tuesday i ran into two of my friends in the hostel. one of them said, "hey, we're going to my gen-la's [teacher's] house. do you want to come?" i wasn't really sure why they were going, but i decided to tag along anyway. it turned out that her teacher was taking a nap, and we were just going over to drink tea and watch hindi soap operas on his TV. at one point, my philosophy teacher poked his head into the apartment, nodded at us, and proceeded to mill around in the kitchen for a while until my friend's teacher woke up.

i know that this doesn't sound that strange, especially to my smith friends who are reading this. at smith, i spent lots of time with professors outside of class. going out for coffee, having dinner... i even went out for drinks with a few of them. but there's just something that makes it all feel a lot more strange when your professors have shaved heads and wear robes. i don't know if i'll ever really get used to that.