SKINHEADS PRAYING

Yesterday I started at Penn State and drove to Kate's house outside Pittsburgh and ate lunch/dinner. Then drove to Pittsburgh dumped out three suitcases and stuffed it all back into two suitcases. I think there's a rule of the universe that says no matter what, packing to go back never fits into what you packed originally in. I only added two pairs of pants and a shirt to my luggage and yet nothing fit anymore. I then hopped on a Greyhound to Columbus. Where I am now staying with the Leachs.

On the Greyhound I sat in the second to last row surrounded by skinhead boys who were scary. They had those haunted looking eyes, tattoos all over, and one sounded like Morgan Freemen chewing on gravel. I tried to drown them out with my music but they kept asking me if I wanted a chip. I kept saying no.
But then at one point music stopped and I listened to their conversation. They were talking about their faith, their prayers, and how God is working through them to help their communities.
I felt guilty and judgemental for automatically assuming that they were scary guys just because they looked a certain way. I had just watched Crash the day before also and had been thinking a lot about stereotypes and then I go and do exactly what I had been thinking about not doing.

I love being here at the Leachs. I went to school with Anna this morning, to go to her sign language class but the teacher never showed up so I sat around and talked with her friends.
Then breakfast with Anna and Mrs. Jane Leach. They're so easy to talk to. And sitting here on their computer Anna's back at school, Jane is puttering in the kitchen, Gwen's still asleep, Don is off being mayor, and I'm just typing away. It feels like a second home here.

Speaking of home: I am half a day away from my real home! If you want the exact hours until I'm home call Emy. She has a countdown.