July 24, 2017

"Yes, but it is best with the king."

I asked her to repeat herself, not out of disrespect, but because my APUSH indoctrinated inner nationalist assumed I had misheard. My أستاذة (teacher) was now also confused. Once again, the six Americans in Karak classroom had stumbl...

July 14, 2017

Today in class, one of our Qasid teachers was running us through vocabulary words. The order in which my textbook expects me to add Arabic to my personal lexicon strays from practical. I was quizzed over الأُمم المتحدة (the United Nations) in Chapter 1, but learned the...

July 11, 2017

I am learning.

Arabic, sure, I have class 20 hours a week and five willing teachers every time I walk through my front door. But the real knowledge curve, didn't come with an A through F scale. Jordan is teaching me how to adapt. Go with the flow. Instigate conversation...

July 10, 2017

Red-eye flights defy all concepts of structured time. We reached Vienna with brains jumbled and clothes rumpled. The terminal wait took a happy turn, however, when I was given the chance to practice my German with a little Austrian girl. We made it through the greeting...

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My name is Carson Joy Miller, and welcome to my slice of the world. This blog is about finding life where it leaves you. And adventures. Those are in here too.


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