The other day I came home from school, tired after a long day of Spanish practice. My host mom flung open the door when she heard me outside, grinning from ear to ear. She was the most excited I've ever seen her- and she cried, "Little Rachel! Guess who's here!!" she was so ecstatic that I got my hopes up for a moment that it might be someone from home. A few steps more toward kitchen showed me I was sorely mistaken, it was my host mom's two brothers. A nice surprise I suppose, but not enough to call for quite the level of enthusiasm my mom had. I spent the night playing uno with my host uncle. He's schizophrenic, and after I while I got pretty tired of playing with him. For one thing he would say "She says.." and then whatever I said, under his breath, and for another thing, if I pronounced a word even slightly different than it was supposed to be pronounced- he didn't understand me at all. I spent around 10 minutes going: "Horse. Horse. Horse. Horse. Horse. Horse. Horse. Horse. Horse. The animal that's a medium size that you can ride on. Horse. Horse. Horse. What cowboys ride. Horse. Horse. Horse." but with no success. When my host mom came in later, I said horse to her and asked how exactly how to pronounce it and she said she could understand me perfectly the way I had been saying it. Similar things throughout the night happened, and I was getting rather frustrated with my lack of Spanish skills. In addition, the one time I didn't let my uncle win he accused me of cheating and he had to pace outside for twenty minutes to calm down. At dinner, my host mom told her brothers that every morning I eat a mountain of pancakes. The way she described it, I just sit there and shovel pancakes in my mouth, one after another without pausing to do less important things, like drink water or make conversation. My host uncle said to himself "That's disgusting". I was going to defend myself but then I thought, "No, actually, he's right. It's pretty disgusting." Somehow last night/today I managed to sleep in until 2:30 in the afternoon. I would have continued, but Abi came to my house in search of melatonin. My mom woke me up, saying "Little Rachel! Little Rachel! Your friend Abi is here." Confused about why Abi was at my house, I went downstairs just the way I woke up. Wearing a matching leopard print pajama set, hair on top of my head, two huge pimples, and my retainer still in. I was quite the sight to behold. Abi told me he had been having problems sleeping, and couldn't find melatonin anywhere. I ran upstairs and grabbed some, and when I came back downstairs my mom was telling him all about how she's not completely convinced I'm human. This was an interesting conclusion to jump to- and she continued to expand on her theory for 30 minutes before Abi was able to escape. She said "Rachel eats a mountain of pancakes every morning but doesn't gain weight. She drinks coffee in this weather but doesn't sweat. What's weirder is she's the only person I know who can be in a room full of mosquitos and not get bitten. I'm not sure she's human. Its true I've never had a mosquito bite that I can remember. Spider bites, yes, but never a mosquito bite. However I am fairly sure despite this convenience I am human, and just as mortal as the rest of humans. Update: I've been thinking about it lately, and whenever the codes are required on websites that say "Are you human?" I always fail them. It could say plain as day, "KR3i" and I type in "KR3i", and every single time I fail. Whenever I see this test on computers, I know my days on that service are over because I've never once in my life completed them successfully. Starting to wonder if this proves my mom's theory...