Yesterday I had class number two. We discussed an essay before workshopping, and I didn't say a word. It made me nervous to not say anything, so when we got to the workshop part I decided I was going to force myself to speak but, wonderfully, I didn't need the forcing. I found my professor's questions engaging and my peers' work easy to talk about. I was surprisingly comfortable through the rest of the class.

After, Megan, Conor and I had some lunch and meandered. Eventually it dwindled to just Megan and I. We found H&M, GAP, the Adidas store, and many other American things. While walking around touristy Prague I tend to feel bad, like I'm cheating myself out of an honest cultural experience while I walk around these streets, talking in English. This weekend we're traveling to the bone church on a guided tour. I'm excited, although I'm already a bit tired of people talking at me for hours on end.

In order to receive credit for my class, I have to attend all the readings (four a week) and lectures (two a week). Two readings are tonight. On Tuesday I saw Cynthia Houge and Bob Butler. They were both fabulous, although I spent most of the reading grinding my teeth in irritation because the girl next to me was smacking, chomping, popping her gum the entire time. I wanted to explode it was so awful. Tonight I'll be sure, before the reading, to let those in my periphery that I cannot stand souths which originate in the mouth.