The End of Gender

I will not pretend to hide my excitement at having just left gender class for the very last time in my entire life. Granted, I still have the take-home final to finish and send off, but I confess to having performed a jig involving a mix of oriental and Moroccan dance following the class.

We had our oral proficiency interviews in Arabic yesterday. Mine involved reading aloud an article on an Arab festival in DC, and I sensed disappointment from Hanane when I said that I had never been. I also talked about what I (did not) learn in culture class and what I (did not) learn in gender class. Everybody's interview went differently. Monica had to do a dictation, Matt gave a grammar lesson on the passive voice, and Anna just talked about her homestay family.

I ate ghaif with cheese (delicious) while watching The Brave Little Toaster at the center last night. I went home and started packing my things. Once home, I did not plug Blanchette in for fear that the house would fall down or summat. Mother came in to ask me if I wanted dinner and specified that they would be eating sheep stomach. I said thanks, but no thanks. Hanane came in later to ask if I wanted some fries. I tried to tell her that fries alone does not a meal count, but she wasn't having any of it. She brought me fries, an egg, and mango juice.

Lunch just now was fun. Mohammed apologized profusely for arriving ten minutes late with the bread. We sat down to a table of potato-egg quiche, salads, and sheep feet with hummus (hummus = chickpeas but it did not look like such). The family urged me to eat the hummus off of the sheep feet and could not understand why I refused to take it. Hanane told me that I was silly for being on régime when I am not the one who just had a baby. Then she forced me to eat a quarter of bread.