Well, ever since I started taking government, I've been doing so much reading and answering questions. Ugh. But now I'm almost finished with the assignment I should have finished yesterday. :/ Our teacher is getting aggravated that every time she asks who finished reading, only about 3 people raise their hand, including me. Once, I was the only one who raised my hand. I felt like a nerd, but oh well, I'm a beast like that.
Moving on, next week is Igbo Day. For those unfamiliar with it, which is anybody who's not a Nigerian, it's a day when the young Igbos/Nigerians in America come to a certain venue and clash (held locally of course, wherever you live is where you go). We go parties all the time, but my siblings and I avoid for the most part, unless our parents force us to go. We're more socially-withheld from the young "Naijas" of this country, except those we know well. I generally don't like to associate myself with a lot of them because of their "holier-than-thou" outlook.
Anyway, during Igbo Day, parents, kids, teens all come and watch performances and shit, then party it up. Almost everyone shows up. My mom's taking us girls out shopping for formal stuff, dresses, shoes, etc. and the boys will probably go with dad. I'm semi-excited; it will be fun to catch up with people I haven't seen in forever. And on the other hand, I'll be forced to catch up with people I haven't seen in forever.
Because in the African community, you have to say all your "good mornings, afternoons, evenings" etc., and shake hands, and hug people you pretend to remember but really can't for shit. The whole thing's annoying, really.
By the way, I don't have an African accent. Some of my friends at school tend to ask me why I don't have one. WHY? I was born in fucking Texas. While I don't have a Texan accent, I have the farthest thing from an Igbo accent. I have the typical American accent. I only speak English, but I wish I could speak Igbo too. Oh well.
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