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I'm writing on my dad's computer, since I came over to his hotel to discuss the dramatic situation I find myself in. Today, my mood was reminiscent of the first day here in Senegal. I feel as though this was a huge mistake, one that will shape me for the worse for a long time. Today was my first day at the school, and I woke up early to go to work. I skipped breakfast (I didn't miss anything, of that I am sure) and after I showered and got ready, my dad came to walk me to work. The path to ImagiNation Afrika was very à la Senegal, in that the route was confusing, chaotic, sandy, and filled with goats. I arrived 30 minutes late, but in time to see the first kids arrive. I was posted at the sandbox, and I welcomed several kids. One of them was crying heavily, and so I took it upon myself to make the kid laugh. Slowly but surely, I gained his trust. His name was Abdul Adris (I don't know if the second name is correct. I'm awful with names and these Islamic names aren't exactly a walk in the park), he was shy, and he became my best friend. We walked around for a bit, played in the sand, went inside, and had a great time. That is, until he saw another kid and he left me without even saying good bye. With my heart broken, I wandered around aimlessly, until I was called to help with snack time. After that, it was pool time, so I changed into my bathing suit and I hoped in the pool. We played with the kids, and I helped a little black girl names Victoria swim. She was very shy at first, and she was scared of the water. I got her to float on her own, much to the pleasure of us both. After pool time ended, I found that Victoria had taken a liking for me, and we played inside for a long while. In doing so I must have missed my break time. I played around with the kids some more, and I slowly got a following of mine own. As closing hours approached, Victoria left, and a girl by the name of Zara chose me as her personal punching bag/friend. I played with her some more, until finally I was freed from their tiny clutches, After a long and confusing meeting, I left. By then, my mood was abysmal and I was enraged at everything. I went home, and Babacar came. He showed my father and I the building of his group, and we decided that I will be able to go there every day to access the internet and to use a Western bathroom. This is a godsend. I think that every day, when I come back from work I will go there and relax for 30 minutes. I need a vacation, and for me wifi and a working toilet is better than an all-expenses-paid-for trip to the Bahamas. After this agreement, I went to the host family, where we ate a very strong fish. I then came to my dad's house for a talk.

This trip was definitely a mistake. I am too young and Senegal is very poor. The only question now is will I make it till the end? I leave the 20th. I have 17 days to survive. God help me.