Day 13: 'Murica

Thursday, July 4

Well, I got behind on my blog again. It was sure to happen. I just get so tired sometimes, or so busy, or so hot, that I have no motivation left for writing my blog.

Anyway, happy late 4th of July, America! I got to celebrate it before you did! Ha! I celebrated by going to class. So there. Yeah.

Speaking of class, so I gave that presentation, right? The directions just said "talk about somebody famous". So that's what I did. Well, the other students talked about people like Albert Einstein, and Mother Theresa, and these important revolutionary political figures, and here I am like, "lol, Robert Downey Jr. used to do drugs, ya'll."

"Deal with it."

I regret nothing.

Then I slept during lunch as usual, and afterwards I had the two hours with my conversation partner, Habiba (who is a native Moroccan speaker. She's a college student here in Meknes). Apparently, she has summer classes which she started this past Friday, and now I can't meet with her anymore because of scheduling conflicts, so I'll have to change language partners, which sucks because she was nice.

Anyway, because it was 4th of July, our program decided to host a 4th of July party for us at the school. Me and my roommate had every intention of going. Really. But once 5pm rolled around, and then 6pm, my roommate was really starting to feel the pangs of hunger. (Not me, so much. I've been progressively losing that feeling of "hunger" ever since I came here. I blame the heat. The heat has destroyed all that I love.)

My dreams.

The party wasn't until 8, so we inquired as to whether or not there would be food up in this shin-dig, cuz if there wasn't going to be any, it wasn't going to be worth our time, especially if it wasn't the most Americany American food possible.

And if we were going to go to a restaurant, we had to be committed not to come back (because walking back in the heat sucks pretty bad).

As it turns out, there wasn't going to be food at the party, just sweets. And we're not really the "dancing-type" (see previous entry). So we were like, "Peace." And we celebrated America in a much better way, by going to Pizza Hut and eating greasy, delicious pepperoni pizza.

I'm not sad I missed the party. It was apparently exactly what we thought it would be: noise, minimal sweets, and bad dancing. And anyway, we were still exhausted from the previous day. There was no energy for any of that. AND we had a test the next day. So, yeah. Sorry America. You'll just have to be satisfied with my Robert Downey Jr. presentation in lieu of a celebration.

Admittedly, I didn't really study until morning. I kind of just fell asleep instead. S'what I get for studying on my bed.

Also: I took these pictures from the roof of the school while we were waiting for the party (before we decided to bail, obviously). :)