My room in seminary has girls from three different countries (well, five really, but two are English speaking) and each speaks a different language on the phone home. I can never understand the paranoia of feeling like they’re always talking about us… 🙂 I mean, at least once one of them actually was- the only word she said that I understood was a word that meant that she was talking about how none of us could understand her… that wasn’t awkward at all :).
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