Sexy, Innocent Child-Woman

Thank God for early dismissals

I just got dismissed from my statistics--almost an hour early. YAY! That means I have more time to work on my stats homework or my thesis (eh ano itong ginagawa ko?).

I finished up my last interview for my thesis. Praise God. Sana tuloy-tuloy na 'to. And I've realized how the residents and staff at my site (a halfway house for female ex-offenders) like having me around, somehow. One of the newer residents whom I interviewed last Sunday asked me when I'd be going back there. And the lady I interviewed today told me to give her a call tomorrow.

On my way out, another resident stopped me because she was concerned that she had done something to offend me. Some of the residents have been talking dirty to me and even hitting on me (good Lord. Freaky talaga) and so I finally had to tell the director about it last week. I guess she brought it up during their last house meeting without naming any names and threatened them with instant dismissal the next time they "play with" a volunteer (slang for joking around with someone pero birong may laman). D, this resident who had asked me if I was gay in the past before she came out to me, got concerned that she had offended me. She was about to apologize in case she offended me but I told her I wasn't offended by that kind of question because it was neutral anyway. What I didn't and still don't like is the way other residents would ask me if I was still a virgin (none of their damn business), if I was having sex at the moment, or if I got laid in the Philippines. I get really embarrassed with the way they'd use all these words or terms that I could never even use, even if I do have a pottymouth sometimes (most of the time?), and these very graphic depictions of sex that I can't even fathom, even if I'm not as naive and innocent as other people think (especially in this country). I don't know if I'm turning into a prude or I'm much more prudish than I thought I was. But I actually get embarrassed for the ladies.

Anyway, L, the house manager, was there so good thing she came to my defense. She stressed how I went to the house to do my research and nothing else, and how they shouldn't use such language around me or ask such personal questions, period. She mentioned that they may be ghetto with each other and even with her, but not with me. At least I understand now where those ladies were coming from. My mom was right--it's really the culture. Once, I complained to my mom about the situation and mentioned how the CIW inmates on death row never used foul language with me or disrespected me. She simply replied, "It's the culture." Basta, I hope things are settled and that no one at my site talks dirty to me anymore. Tapos.

found herself @ 8:44 PM