Rebecca: Why Jen is a Mean Person

So I get home, and the first thing I'm bombarded with is warnings to tread softly around Jen, as she didn't get an acceptance email and so on (yeah, no "welcome home, Rebecca, how was your day?" here). So I hike up to Jen's room and try to ask all nicely if she checked the right email, all the while wondering why everyone followed me up there.

And then everyone starts laughing (and I start flinging angry accusations about traitors and backstabbers - not my finest moment, admittedly), and then the excited screaming and jumping begins.

So yeah. We're going to China. Time to develop an appreciation for Chinese food! Somehow, I doubt I'll find much in the way of good old Mennonite staples out there (no perogies, no farmer sausage, no schmondfat... maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Kidding!).

Jen: Why I'm a Mean Person

Well greetings! 你好! This is the first post of Jen & Rebecca in China! 
Today we got our acceptance e-mails for SEPP (Spoken English Promotion Practice) in a university in Hongzhou, China. Both me and Rebecca swore not to tell each other if we got accepted until we saw each other (which wasn't until 8:30pm). I got the brilliant idea to pretend that I didn't get in. I even got my other housemates to go along with it. They told her to be sensitive to me when she came and told me about her e-mail because I was distraught I hadn't gotten mine yet. I even listened to Lilly Allen for a half hour to get into a somewhat depressed mood. Rebecca comes up to my room and she says she got the e-mail. I'm all sad because I "didn't". 
"Did you check your university e-mail or just your general?"
"Just my general, but I'll check my university...so you got yours?"
"Yeah."
"...I'M KIDDING."
I think Rebecca hates me now. Muahahaha.

Until next time,
Jen