Day 35: I've Herd Enough

Friday, July 26

OMG dude. Classes are so long, that when they're finally over, the students are a lot like this:

Class was especially long today. One of the students was sick, so there was only four of us. So, there was a lot of just sitting there and doing this:

And once classes were  mercifully over, I didn't do a thing. Well, I that's not true. I was expertly putting off homework, and successfully avoiding going to office-hours (aka "extra-class"). I mostly just messed around with a ongoing project on Adobe Illustrator, which is simultaneously soothing to work with and infinitely frustrating. But everything turns out all right in the end.

Then I spent part of the day trying unsuccessfully to catch up on blogs, which I'm not very good at because I drag some of them out too much to the point where I'm sure your eyes are bleeding by the time you are done. I'm sorry. I'm long winded sometimes. But I've been in a very "writing" mood lately, and there's just not enough time in the day to do everything I want to do and everything I have to do.

Before we left the school, we wrapped up our plans for the weekend with the other dames who were going to be traveling with us, and then we braved the streets home. Taxis are a daily adventure, especially to someone who's never been in one before this trip to Morocco, and now I'm in at least two a day and I have to speak in Arabic/pretend to know French. Oh snap.

I honestly don't remember what we had for dinner. Chicken maybe? I think I may have blocked it out. I don't really enjoy the food in general, but that's my own fault. Well, it's not my fault. I didn't choose to be picky. In fact I hate being picky because it heavily limits the things I can eat, but I have been surprisingly strong overcoming that particular fault of mine throughout this trip. However, that does not mean that I enjoy the food here. It's just bland and boring and it all tastes the same. The salad tastes like the soup which tastes like the chicken which tastes like this weird salad-pastry thing. Anyway. It's all just very old. It's tolerable, and not bad really, just boring.  

I tell you what though, if anyone ever suggests going to Pizza Hut, I am all like:

(Note: Though there is a lack of pictures in this post, there will be plenty in the next blog.)