Today is strange.

The streets of trench town were filled with kids, especially since school had just gotten out. 

It's kinda a bad habit to generalize... so i'll have to go back again one day so i can learn more about the Jamaican youth. I've only had a couple days of hanging out with them...

there was one point where Stacey 9, pushed me out the way and said, "move" as she looked me up and down. i later asked her what her idea of rude was? in a way, it was kinda rude how i had asked her and i somewhat regret it... she assured me of my guilt when she said, "no." but later she had a bag of chips in her hands and said, "this is you" as she crushed it with her hands.