Wednesday, October 11, 2012
I was in Iran. (My backyard.)
I was surrounded by the all-girl JKC News crew. (My English class.)
I was the anchorwoman of our news cast.
Plus, I was in charge of the class while Ms. Charmai- our English teacher- was in Quito.
There I was, forgetting my lines.
“Good afternoon. This is Madeline Studebaker with JKC News reporting to you live from… Where are we?”
“Cut! Cu-ut! Re-do!”
We have a pretty zealous director- my 10 year old sister Abigail.
Our camerawoman, Marisol, sighed. “Again?”
Twenty minutes later, (and behind schedule) I started interviewing the ‘Iranian pastor’.
‘He’ stepped into the set and I burst out laughing.
You would have, too.
Jadyra had a painted mustache, beard, and uni-brow. My handy-work, but not exactly a masterpiece.
“Sorry,” I said, wondering how this would appear on YouTube. “You look…. great!”
School, ministry, school, ministry,school, ministry, school, ministry.
We’ve been here for three months, almost exactly.
School, ministry, school, ministry, school, ministry, school, ministry.
I’m starting to like it here.
School, ministry, school, ministry, school, ministry, school, ministry.
I miss home, of course, and the people there.
School, ministry, school, ministry, school, ministry, school, ministry.
But, I am starting to like it here.
So All May Know,
Madeline Studebaker