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Lately, Sunachi (yes, I am sure I butchered this spelling-I don't feel like looking it up though), the Nigerian girl in our IS class has been coming to ask me for help frequently. I feel bad because I know that it must be hard for her being here, yet at the same time she is so hard to understand. I am not saying this to be rude, but honestly, I cannot understand half of what she is saying. It was fine the first time she came and asked for help, but lately she comes at the most inopportune times, and one time my roommate came back from the bathroom, when I was gone, and she was apparently just sitting in our room. Yesterday she asked me about our current paper, which I thought was ironic. She didn't even seem to know what the paper was over, even though we have a rubric, a paper about it, and had a day of peer revision. I tried to help explain to her, and let her look over mine a little, since reading is easier than talking. I hopefully was helpful, but am also slightly worried her paper will be similar to mine now. I am sure she is having a really hard time though. When she said that she hadn't yet received any mail from home, I felt so bad. I would feel terrible if my family wasn't sending me things. I wish that I was of more help, and that I was able to look at the situation through her eyes. I know that I am doing the right thing, by helping her, but sometimes (actually almost every time) my heart has not been in the right place. Hopefully I will be able to connect with her in some way so that I can be of better assistance to her. I am glad she feels like she can talk to me, though I'm not sure why me? Either way, I am going to pray that she gets a package soon.