Play that funky music, Chinese boy

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Sandwich School. I’m always hungry during language school. Seriously, my teacher and I always talk about food and being hungry.

I go out to lunch with Chew (avoider) and Charles#2 (dance class. Charles#1 is the guy who is not interested in God who’s house I’ve eaten lunch at twice who introduced me to Alex who became a Christian). I get lost on the way to the restaurant. Walking around in the rain for 15 minutes on the phone with them trying to explain to me where, along this strip of tons of restaurants, this one is. I can hear the, “are you a complete idiot?” tones coming into their voices. It’s not like I can read the signs either. They finally spot me walking in circles in front of the restaurant beside theirs. They wrap me in a blanket and carry me inside. Not really, just in case you were wondering. However, I was carry a pair of sneakers over my shoulder because I am supposed to meet Carson (newly single) after this to help him with a dance. It’s raining so I’d rather deal with wet feet and flip flops than wet socks and sneakers, so I carry them for later. Charles thinks me carrying sneakers over my shoulder is cool, “Wow, so cool!” Chew is just not impressed by me anymore, “Why are you doing that?” Ok, time to eat. I begin to ask Charles#2 what he believes about God as we munch away fried pork, sweet and sour beef, and donkey dumplings. “Everyone has their own God. Everyone needs to find their own God. But, there is only one God, the God in the Bible.” If you’re as confused as I am, do a funky dance. 5, 6, 7, 8! …Phew! Great cardio. I should get confused more often. But wait, our workout gets more intense as I play devil’s advocate, “So how did you find your God?” “I can’t tell you! It’s a secret!” And keep those abs tight people! Jazz hands make the dance even funkier! Turns out that his mother is a Christian and gave him a Bible. He just never reads it and has come up with this strange view of God or gods or I don’t even know. I invite him to church, “Hey, do you have free time on Saturday?” “Yeah! Besides studying, I am always free!” “Ok, because we have a church on Saturday and you should come.” “…Ok…if I am free I can come.” I don’t know if he forgot that he just told me he was free. I kindly remind him. Turns out he’s scared to come to church. He doesn’t want to find out whether this God that he has created in his mind is right or wrong. He realizes how ridiculous that is, but he’s still hesitant. They take me to see their dorms and we hang out for a bit. I realize I have to go so I head out of there. About 15 minutes later, I get a text from Charles#2, “You know the shoes you bring you left in my dorm. Maybe it’s a good persuasion for me to see you on Saturday.” I wish I came up with that on my own and wasn’t just an air head leaving my stuff everywhere. Hopefully he’ll actually come to church Saturday then.

Carson (most eligible bachelor) and I meet to choreograph a dance. His friends are working at some camp and they need to perform a dance at the end of it so they ask him to help so he asks me to help. Extremely sub par dance finished.

Dance practice tonight. For the Bible study portion, I teach the gospel from Joshua 3. For practice, we don’t learn a specific dance, rather I teach them short, simple, mini-dances of basic movements from different styles of dance that I know. Pop and lock, Isolation, House, Whacking, and Jerking. Fun practice. Very sweaty. Legs, killing me.

Steph and Jake’s house for a shower, dinner, and reminiscing about our childhood.