Oct. 13 cont.
Empress Farah and King Hussain of Jordan at the 2500 celebration. 
Dad was suprized when he heard you were elected to Sophomore Senator. I guess he thinks of you as shy. What actually are the duties? I couldn’t see doing it--but I have thought about working for the school newspaper. They could use a little talent (cough cough). How about W & L? With such a large school, there are probably plenty of creative minds.
I am contemplating the value of living in Tucson. I don’t come up with many. Dad seems to have his heart set on living there or in Austria. Austria wouldn’t be bad, since I’m learning German. I like it, even though it is confusing. We have a Texan in German--I hope I don’t sound as bad as he does. Remember Charlie Slater in Spanish? As bad as that. My Spanish teacher speaks no English and the text of our Spanish book is in French, so I’m picking up French as well as Spanish. She’s a real Spaniard, and speaks Castillian, so we’re saying “thielo athafran thielo” instead of “cielo azafran”--it really breaks the class up (Venezuelan twins, an Argentine guy [cute--blonde!], and a Canadian). We’re also bolting all the verb tenses--ones I haven’t even learned yet. Well, I’ll try hard.
I can’t be a typical American teenager because I’m not in the States, and God Forbid, I’m not an Iranian teenager because I’m an American. [doh] At the school there are no real boyfriends and girlfriends, I don’t know why The American School had a rule against more than hand holding but Iranzamin doesn’t need it. As for myself, I don’t care because no one interests me there. Well, no one except a Swedish guy. And the Argentine guy. And....But I feel oddly faithful to F. He and I quarrel every now and them mostly because we’re both too sensitive about little things, imagined slights--or because I say something I shouldn’t. I seem to be very good at that. Situations have improved ahem you were right--15 years is a long time to have abstained from sex. I won’t go into any details...but we’ve had a couple of run ins with the police. Once we drove above the city and watched the city lights. It was really beautiful and we were only looking at the lights. Really. There were other cars parked where we were and we could guess what was going on in them. They had all left and we were just SITTING there when a police car drove up. The guy got out and demanded F’s license. He doesn’t have one, so he was scared shitless, but I pretended to look for it. The police left but with a warning--if my parents knew what an Iranian was doing with an American girl--not a guy but an Iranian....Oh yes, we love the police, especially since he got a ticket for going through a red light yesterday. Oh yes.
Well. There really isn’t much that I’ve been doing lately--reading as much as ever, somehow, and working hard at school. I HAVE to. Schools in the States are so easy compared with Iranzamin. I’m learning to fumble by in three languages, and trying to learn as much of my mother tongue as possible. But I’ve accepted that I’ll never be able to “get” math--even though I have miraculous B in it so far.
Well again, I’ve run out of things to say.
WRITE SOON.
Love,
Kathy
Fascinating account on Iranian.com of preparations for Iran's lavish 2,500 celebration of monarchy.
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