Slight Injustices
I have a quiz today in Arabic. I am terrified because there was a ton of weird information that was thrown at us in the last two weeks. We learned about feminine sentences and the dual. These things are so odd, and I try to figure out how such things could have evolved linguistically but to no avail. We have to give an oral presentation tomorrow in front of the entire group, four minutes per person and using the new vocabulary. The theme of the last two chapters has been the planning of the fictional cousins Maha and Khalid by their fathers.
I ate soup with cinnamon in it last night for dinner. It was delicious but in a very strange way. I had dates for the first time, and they were incredible. I saw a cat eating the head of a chicken that had been discarded by a butcher on my walk home. I have been craving stuffed pasta since last Friday.
Culture class this morning was terrible. We're reading short stories and are required to prepare a discussion on it. When we do give our presentations, the professor interrupts us, never accepts our interpretations by flat out stating "no," and he does not answer our questions. He only wants to hear his own opinion regurgitated back to him. It is such a shame because the readings are truly good and enlightening as to the conditions of the people during the French Protectorate and following Independence. When it was my turn to present my short story, the professor stated that since I was of the literature circle that I ought to inform the class on what school of thought the author wrote. I had no idea that I was in the literature circle. This professor is so enlightened that he knows more about me than I do!
One of the Carolyns was running in a park with three other students. She was holding her cell phone in her shirt sleeve. A well-dressed business man came up to her, grabbed her arm, held it behind her back, pushed her down onto the ground, and fought with her for some time to get the phone. Carolyn had been yelling for help and it came a minute after the man had departed in the form of two youths "running after" him and then asking Carolyn for money for having helped her. The thief called Fadoua, our program director, from Carolyn's phone and apparently talked to her for quite some time.
I intend on buying saffron here and smuggling it back to the US. While it is cheaper here, it's still a pretty penny (30dhm/gram; $3.75/gram). I have been awesome about not spending money here. I think I have spent $100 in five weeks in going out to dinner and buying snacks. Next week is our week-long excursion during which everything is paid for. I love this game of not spending money!
I ate soup with cinnamon in it last night for dinner. It was delicious but in a very strange way. I had dates for the first time, and they were incredible. I saw a cat eating the head of a chicken that had been discarded by a butcher on my walk home. I have been craving stuffed pasta since last Friday.
Culture class this morning was terrible. We're reading short stories and are required to prepare a discussion on it. When we do give our presentations, the professor interrupts us, never accepts our interpretations by flat out stating "no," and he does not answer our questions. He only wants to hear his own opinion regurgitated back to him. It is such a shame because the readings are truly good and enlightening as to the conditions of the people during the French Protectorate and following Independence. When it was my turn to present my short story, the professor stated that since I was of the literature circle that I ought to inform the class on what school of thought the author wrote. I had no idea that I was in the literature circle. This professor is so enlightened that he knows more about me than I do!
One of the Carolyns was running in a park with three other students. She was holding her cell phone in her shirt sleeve. A well-dressed business man came up to her, grabbed her arm, held it behind her back, pushed her down onto the ground, and fought with her for some time to get the phone. Carolyn had been yelling for help and it came a minute after the man had departed in the form of two youths "running after" him and then asking Carolyn for money for having helped her. The thief called Fadoua, our program director, from Carolyn's phone and apparently talked to her for quite some time.
I intend on buying saffron here and smuggling it back to the US. While it is cheaper here, it's still a pretty penny (30dhm/gram; $3.75/gram). I have been awesome about not spending money here. I think I have spent $100 in five weeks in going out to dinner and buying snacks. Next week is our week-long excursion during which everything is paid for. I love this game of not spending money!
posted by Athena | 10:22 AM
1 Comments:
Your professor sounds confusing... ha
Did your friend get her phone back? Why would the thief call the school? So strange... Sounds like you have to be careful no matter what because you are different and that alone draws attention to you.
Things here are good. Some bad weather today, but not like they were predicting. You know, the whole tornado thing... but it wasn't that bad, which is good.
The dogs smell great! They went to the groomer today for baths. They were smelling pretty ripe. ha
I'm getting ready for Panoply and started taking names of those who want to play. So far I have about 16 names, 3 bass flutes and 4 altos and more piccolos than I will ever need. (I'll just use one maybe two...). I am hoping for about 40 players! :-) Wish you were here!!
Not much else going on. Just working hard, keeping to myself these days to stay clear of family drama (you know how that is haha), teaching, and still learning more about the stock market each day.
Hope you get the pillow soon! :-) there are other surprises in there too!!
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