Today I exerienced my first bit of true prejudiced against Americans.

It was my class' turn to cook lunch for the entire school today.  As soon as the head lunch lady saw me she asked a lot of questions to Dima. Most I understood quite clearly. She didn't want me anywhere near her and she didn't want anybody who was on good terms with me in her dining hall. She was really mad until she found out that two other americans were staying in Cheboksary, then she freaked out. She and the other old teacher made Dima and I leave the school. We came back two hours later after the headmistress had found out what happened and put a stop to it. The bad news is: old ladies remember when America and Russian were at war. The good news is: my understanding of Russian, especially angry Russian is coming along well.

My host mother is a butcher for a living and that is very cool.