4/24/1990

I saw a big dog. He wanted to eat me up. I dont think missionaries would taste too good. He was a German Shepard and he was bigger than I was, so we skipped that house. It looked like the pole he was chained to was being pulled loose, and he was drooling a bit too much. I think I should start carrying a weapon. From that, I went up to the college with Messick Chourou to a lesson. The man was 19 and has a great personality. He even had us play his Nintendo a bit. He was pretty impressed with my Mario Brothers performance. Then we went downstairs for a snack and there were five 15 year olds who lived in the apartment who wanted to practice English. It was a riot! They think all Americans have guns and then Messick reached in his coat and pulled out his hand real fast. Boy, did their eyes get big! It really was kind of funny.