Ok. This is when We throw up our Hands in Disgust.

This is me, officially stating that, after trying multiple times to upload video entries on here, then trying to upload them on YouTube, that I don't have sufficient bandwidth to get videos uploaded in less than three hours. In other words, the video entries are going to have to wait 'til I get back to the states. So annoying.

At any rate, I shall offer you in exchange the story of the recent national holiday here in Slovakia, and a harrowing tale of teleovičina, known in the United States as gym clas.

First, the national holiday, which remains nameless to me, occurred yesterday. Some of you might have an idea what happened. After all, it wasn't that long after a fairly notable occurrence involving a certain divided city and a wall that happened twenty years ago. For those of you who weren't alive during this event, and didn't pay attention in European history, yesterday was the twentieth anniversary of the fall of the communist regime in Czechoslovakia. The fall of the communist regime is a national holiday, but the twentieth anniversary was a reeeeally big deal. At any rate, I didn't have school, and Petra was off work. So, Miša, Petra and I spent the afternoon in downtown, going out to lunch, and just generally wandering around. In Hviezdoslav namestie, there was a really cool photo exhibit about the fall of communism in central Europe (Poland, Romania, Hungary, and Czechoslovakia) Then...we came home and just stayed home. Reeally big deal, though. Glad I got to be here to celebrate it!

In other news, a word of advice: Dodge ball in foreign countries is painful. Very painful. I had the, err, 'joy' of playing the Slovak version of dodgeball in Teleovičina today during school.
Let it be known: Volleyballs used as dodgeballs hurt. It hurts more when you have no clue what's going on, because this is a very strange version of dodgeball. There are two teams, and each team has a captain. There is a line down the center of the floor, and each team is on one side. The captain is on the opposite side. The captain and his or her team must throw the ball back and forth three times, then the captain begins his or her rein of terror, and pitches the ball into the opposing team, trying to hit people and get them out. If the ball is caught, then control of the ball is given to the other team, and the process starts over. When everyone except the captain gets out.... well, that's when the game becomes incredibly fuzzy, and I don't have a clue what's supposed to happen. All the same. It was not a fun gym class today. I actually wanted to play basketball. This just doesn't happen to me.

And that's all there is. There isn't anymore.