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!).