Time warp

Time works differently here. It's so weird. For instance, today's schedule: breakfast somewhere between 7:30 and 9, Kathak class (was going to be at 8:30, then changed to 10:00, then changed to 11:30 because of some reason that I will never and don't need to know), then yoga from 2-3, paying the first installment of my rent, coming to this internet cafe to update etc., Bengali class from 6:30-8, dinner somewhere before 9:30. And in there I have to practice yoga and Kathak. Now to a Western eye that will look like a lot of free time, right? No!!! Somewhere between public transportation and walking, taking a nap (very necessary), waiting for things (constant!!!), chatting, exchanging phone numbers, etc., all this free time slips down the drain. But I like it, it gives the feeling that I'm always doing something worthwhile and important, so there's no time to feel sad or anything.
Oh, have you noticed that my English is changing? It's weird, but the little voice in my head (you know, the one that reads along as you type) has a slight Bengali accent all of a sudden. I suppose it's natural, and you can get used to it here before you have to hear me when I come back, stricken with bad grammar and foreign inflections, heh heh. Oh well.
Let's see, strange/interesting/new things for today:
-At last night's Kathak concert I discovered that some things are truly universal: one of these is that when a dance school caters to rich families, the result will be a lavishly costumed performance featuring adorable tykes waving at their parents (and not doing much else) and questionably trained older students. Well, I suppose that's too harsh, there was some nice dancing, but I got the sense that this school trained mostly for these shows and less for any actual technique. (For those in the know (ie Becky), think Donna's class vs. Bette's class).
-When you buy clothing here (women's, at least), it comes unfinished, so you take it to a tailor, where they measure you and you can watch them as they put sleeves on the kameeze (tunic) and alter it to fit you. I got this done for a couple of things which now don't fit (my massive biceps seem to be too much for them, ha ha), so I have to go to another one to get them re-done. Which will probably take all day tomorrow or whenever I get around to it. Oy...
-To get more toilet paper, I had to steal some from the dadas (dada is the respectful term for men in Bengali, didi for women) who clean the Mission. Apparently they forget...
Okay, that's enough for today. Leave me comments, I love hearing from you all!
Missing you lots,
Joanna :)